"Brother Shen, have you ever seen such an army?"
"I have never seen such a tyrannical army."
After taking a shower and putting on new clothes, Ren Dong and the man were still in shock.
They had never seen such a wealthy army.
Yes, if they were asked to evaluate the New Army, the most appropriate word would be wealthy.
Wearing warm military uniforms refreshed their understanding of the military.
The most important thing is that all the soldiers they saw were dressed the same as them.
In other words, they were not given special care and given something better. But here, every soldier's equipment is like this.
The man not only sighed, but also secretly opened the edge of the cotton shoes and carefully looked at the socks inside.
"Such precious things are actually distributed to ordinary soldiers. I really don't know who the general of this army is, who can be so generous."
The same goes for Ren Dong.
The socks worn inside the shoes are so comfortable and I don't have any worries about my feet.
If these socks were put on the market, they would definitely be very popular. However, here, even the most ordinary soldiers can wear it.
In addition to socks, there are also gloves.
The thin layer of the gloves does not affect the movements at all when worn on the hands. And in a place like Shandong, it's enough to keep out the cold.
Ren Dong saw a soldier wearing such gloves and controlling a firecracker. The movements were smooth, as usual.
Thinking back to the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, in such murderous weather, their faces, hands and even feet must have been covered with frostbite.
There wasn't much time left for the two of them to sigh, and they returned to Director Li again.
Director Li looked at the two people who had changed drastically and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"What are your names and where are you from?"
Ren Dong and that man were not used to this way of speaking, but they could only endure it here.
Ren Donggong cupped his hands and said: "I am Ren Dong, a native of Yangzhou Prefecture in Nanzhili."
Director Li couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
"Since you are from Nanzhili, why are you here?"
Ren Dong made up a reason.
"I originally did some small business with the elders in the family, but I didn't want to get into a war. The elders in the family have disappeared in the wilderness, so I have no choice but to wander around."
Director Li nodded and did not ask further questions.
Ren Dong didn't see that Director Li drew a circle behind his name.
Another person also gave his name.
"I, Shen Shouyao, am from Xuancheng, South Zhili. I originally planned to go to Dengzhou to join my relatives, but I encountered rebels on the way and my family was scattered and ended up here."
Director Li is on record, too, with a circle after his name.
Then he said to Chen Wazi: "Take them to the vegetable management office and leave the statistics to them."
Chen Wazi took the order and led the two of them around the military camp for an unknown amount of time.
Ren Dong and Shen Shouyao just thought that this place was so big and there were so many people there that they couldn't even count them. Even the imperial army had never had such momentum.
Not long after, when they arrived at the place, Chen Wazi called out.
"Uncle Old Wang, Uncle Old Wang, the director asked me to bring you two gentlemen. From now on, I can leave all the calculations and statistics to them."
An old man who was about half his age came out and looked at Ren Dong and Shen Shouao nervously.
"Oh, look at this, you have a degree in college, right? Why did you send me here? Are you unyielding in your talents?"
Chen Wazi doesn’t care.
"That's how the director arranged it. I'll leave it to you. I guess the rebels are coming soon, and they may have to fight at some point. The director can't do without people."
Lao Wangtou waved his hand to drive people away.
"Go away. Tell everyone, there will be pork stewed with vermicelli tonight, a big bowl for each person, that's enough."
When Chen Wazi heard that there was meat for dinner, he immediately beamed.
"Uncle, you have to leave some fat for me."
Lao Wangtou was very impatient.
"I know, get out of here."
Chen Wazi then ran away briskly.
Ren Dong and Shen Shouao were left waiting for Lao Wangtou's arrangements.
Lao Wangtou came over and looked at the two of them very carefully.
"Two gentlemen..."
Ren Dong said hurriedly: "I don't dare to call you sir. Junior Ren Dong, I can just call you by my first name."
Shen Shouyao also quickly reported his family name.
After hearing this, Lao Wangtou said: "Our place is for cooking for the army, and the daily consumption of vegetables is astonishing. But everyone is not very good at counting, and they are not very good at keeping accounts, so they are in a mess. Hair. We've gotten into trouble several times, and if we don't do it right, we'll all have to be punished. It's good if you come, and hurry up and help us calculate the accounts."
Ren Dong was quite confused.
"Uncle Wang, how much food has been used? You can just withdraw it. Why do you need to make an account?"
Lao Wang slapped his face.
"Ouch, you kid doesn't understand. We have different rules here. You have to record how much you consume for each meal...yes, yes, yes...record it, and the people from the logistics department will check it later. Those bastards are so merciless. As for the noodles, just one and a half kilograms will make your dough fall off."
Ren Dong and Shen Shouao had wry smiles on their faces. They didn't know why the New Army had such a rule, but since they were here, they could only follow the rules.
Fortunately, both of them are capable, and it is not difficult for them to keep accounts.
Seeing the two people counting the numbers quickly and well, Lao Wangtou was very happy.
"You are still smart scholars. You really helped the old man out. For the pork stewed vermicelli later, the old man will save the fattest part for you."
At noon, the huge camp was filled with the aroma of food.
Everyone stopped and enjoyed the food.
As expected, Ren Dong and Shen Shouyao got a large piece of pork.
The second big bowl is filled with cabbage, the soup is full of oil, and palm-sized pork belly is spread on it, which makes people drool.
Looking at the ample amount of white flour steamed buns in the other bowl, Ren Dong and Shen Shouguo couldn't help but doubt their lives.
"Uncle Wang, is there going to be a war? Why is the food so good?"
Lao Wangtou did not doubt that he was there, and said with a smile: "It's a little better than usual, and our food is not bad. Our new army is like no other, and the food here is definitely top-notch."
Shen Shouyao rolled his eyes and asked tentatively: "How much money is enough to eat like this?"
Lao Wangtou chewed the pork happily.
"We don't understand either. Anyway, the logistics department just sent us food and grass. We just followed the instructions."
Ren Dong thought about it for a while and somewhat understood what "Logistics Department" meant.
"Uncle, whose soldiers and horses are we? Being so kind to the soldiers, doesn't it mean that the three armies serve and are invincible?"
This statement made Lao Wangtou very dissatisfied.
"You kid is just not awake. You don't even know about our new army? When will our new army not win the war? Not to mention the Dongjiang rebels. They brought more than a thousand people with them when they joined the army. Why don't they still be in Qingshui? Guan defeated the Tatars?”
Ren Dong and Shen Shouao looked at each other, and finally realized that this was Zuo Mengeng's army.
But isn't Zuo Mengeng just a general?
There are only a few soldiers and horses under his command.
But here, the number of people they saw transporting grain and grass was definitely more than 5,000.
What's wrong?
Before the two of them could figure it out, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded throughout the camp.
That Director Li ran all the way, shouting: "The rebels are coming, hurry up and deliver the food to the position, don't let the front line go hungry."
Immediately everyone dropped their rice bowls and began to get busy preparing.
Seeing Lao Wangtou struggling to bend down to pick up the burden, Ren Dong hurriedly ran over and snatched the pole over.
"Uncle Wang, I'm coming."
The old Wangtou was very happy to see that a young man like him was so capable.
"Quickly, keep up. Be careful. This is food for the front line. Don't spill it."
Ren Dong nodded, took steps, followed the others, left the camp and headed forward.
After leaving the camp, he realized that this place was quite far away from the "front line".
I walked all the way around, I don’t know how far I have walked, and suddenly my eyes opened up.
But I saw a big river with cold waves, rolling eastward. There are dozens of floating bridges across the river tens of meters wide.
Countless people and horses were shuttling back and forth on the bridge, not knowing what they were doing.
The east bank of the river is flat and you can see the horizon at a glance.
And just on the east coast, the originally flat and mirror-like land has now turned into complicated ravines that stretch to the horizon.
There are countless soldiers busy among them. After a slight inspection, there are at least thousands of them.
And just behind the pontoon bridge where they were about to cross the river, heavy cannons of several thousand kilograms had been deployed, and their cold muzzles glowed with a mysterious light, carrying a soul-stirring power.
Closer to the river bank, there are more small cannons similar to Franchise machines.
Although this kind of cannon is small, there are dozens of them.
I wonder what kind of enemy can withstand a round of bombardment?
For some reason, looking at this spectacular scene, a word suddenly appeared in Ren Dong's mind.
Impregnable!
