In Longwangtang and Nianpangou, a group of about 1,000 people were drinking food and wine stolen from fellow villagers' homes. In a tent, several captains were toasting respectfully to the leading officer.
"Your Majesty, Major, this mission of raising military supplies in Qingxiang was successfully completed, thanks to Major's wise command!"
As he said that, several captains drank the sweet potato roast, which was a full 50 or 60 degrees Celsius. Immediately, their faces turned red and they showed chrysanthemum-like smiles.
The leading officer, the major officer, also drank it all in one gulp: "Guys, behave well, and I will ask my uncle Nogi Nogi Nogi to take credit for you!"
After saying that, the captains drank a large glass of wine as if they were drinking sake.
To be able to lead a brigade of more than a thousand people with the rank of Major is either a leader in the army or someone with a great background.
Nogi Nogi naturally has a strong background. The commander of the first legion is his biological father, Nogi Nogi. At first glance, they sound like brothers, but in fact they are a real father-in-law.
Nogi Nogi Nogi, who was classified as the commander of the regiment, wanted his youngest son to make more military exploits, so he sent him out to collect food and fodder for the army. This was a good job.
You don't have to go to the front line, but you can still get enough military merit.
And what we have to face are some unarmed common people, so it is naturally simple.
Nogi Baodian had just robbed the Zhangjiacun area in the north of Longwangtang and collected a lot of food and grass for the army. After all, nearly 300,000 troops suddenly came to this land, so logistical supplies were naturally a big problem.
After grabbing the Nomu Book, he did not go back to the base camp directly, but wanted to review his military exploits again. This time he set his sights on Lujiabao, so he set up camp in Nianpangou and prepared to set off early tomorrow morning.
Because Lujiabao is very close to Nianpangou.
At night, Nogi, who was drunk, was getting ready to pee, shaking his head, left and right, and supporting the bird.
Suddenly, he saw what seemed to be a burst of bright light in the distance.
Rub your eyes.
He muttered: "It seems to be the light of a cannonball, but there shouldn't be any imperial troops nearby, right?"
Suddenly, he woke up: "The sweet potato burned me by mistake. The degree was too high. It actually made me lose all the vigilance I should have."
Shouted: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
But the troops who have already experienced the baptism of sweet potato burning have no sense of vigilance.
You don’t think that when the officers are drinking, the people below really pretend not to see it, do you?
Of course you can see it.
Therefore, the officers drink openly and openly, while the people below drink secretly.
Nogi Boden's shouting still woke up a few people who had a good appetite for alcohol.
But then these people knelt on the ground.
"Your Majesty, what the hell is this!"
I saw cannonballs thicker than heads falling from the sky and blooming instantly.
The shrapnel was driven around by the power generated by the gunpowder.
Pieces of shrapnel wreaked havoc like the death-killing King of Hell.
On the other hand, Nie Li was holding a night vision binoculars and scolded Ma Wu: "His grandma is so stupid. Where did I ask you to hit me? Where did you hit me?"
Ma Wu picked up the binoculars and looked at the gunner of the self-propelled artillery. Sure enough, he was more than ten meters off.
He cursed loudly: "Take your shots accurately, this is not training, this is war! The little devils in front of us are causing harm to our village. If you beat me wrongly, you are siding with the enemy!"
"Who shot those shots just now? Wash the underwear of everyone in your class for a week!"
To say that this level is actually pretty good when compared to the ranks of other warlords. But Nie Li's troops were not up to standard.
"Teacher, I did it!"
An artilleryman raised his hand on the self-propelled artillery sports car, and the other six or seven artillerymen in his group couldn't help but shudder.
"It's you. Shoot me on target! If you miss me again, you'll have to be an artillery soldier."
Ma Wu cursed.
"Twelve self-propelled artillery ready, enemy position, three salvos!"
"put!"
"Boom boom boom!"
"Put it back!"
"Three volleys, come again!"
It took twelve self-propelled guns ten minutes to plow the ground, and at this time, an infantry regiment had already touched it.
Under the barrage of our own artillery fire, we advanced rapidly.
They came to surround us.
This infantry regiment was commanded by Pi Guang, who was wearing a steel helmet: "Hurry up, let the enemy run away, no one can escape!"
"Send the report to the rear and continue the artillery fire for three rounds!"
Pi Guang saw that there were still people moving in the foot pot chicken position and sent a report to the artillery in the rear!
Those who know the art here can see that this is already a type of infantry and artillery coordination. This tactic has extremely high requirements for infantry and artillery!
The communication requirements are also very high.
The infantry must not be afraid of artillery, the artillery must fire accurately, and the two sides must communicate smoothly.
Three more shots.
The 195-caliber cannon plowed the ground for ten minutes, completely pressing the pause button on the foot pot chicken position.
There was just wailing all over the place. Pi Guang rushed up with the new soldiers, and saw smoke everywhere, broken walls, and pieces of meat that had been blown into foam.
Some recruits, when they saw this Shura hell-like scene, couldn't help holding their guns and vomited.
It's too awful!
What dead people and mass graves are nothing compared to a war like this.
Not waiting for Pi Guang to say anything!
Some company squad leaders and platoon leaders have already begun to kick the soldiers who vomited.
"Spit, what are you spitting! What is the gun for? Is it aimed at the enemy? Is it for you to use as a crutch? If an enemy comes out at this time, can you deal with it?"
The soldiers saw their superior reprimanding them and quickly stood up.
But I still couldn't help feeling sick in my heart.
"Squad leader, they've all been blown up like this. How can there be anyone alive?"
The squad leader kicked the soldier: "Shit! Do you know there are no lucky ones? Stand up for me, go find those who can move, and give them another shot!"
A group of recruits who had never experienced combat began to truly understand the cruelty of the battlefield under the urging of the younger brother Nie Li summoned.
Fortunately, these people had gone through many ideological educations and finally calmed down after the simple confusion.
This is why Nie Li asked to pinch the soft persimmon first. The soldiers had to see blood first and know the cruelty of war, so that they would not lose their lives in tough battles in the future.
These are soldiers who have been trained for a long time, and each of them has no problem with their skills, but if they can pass the psychological test, others cannot help them.
Nie Li's troops can plow the fields without distinction first if they have the conditions, while the rest of the troops can only survive and eliminate the fittest.
After fighting through several deadly battles, he became a veteran who was not afraid of anything.
"Ma Wu, go up one regiment at a time. No cleaning is allowed on the battlefield. Let's all go up and have a look! Let the brothers be mentally prepared."
Ma Wu nodded.
Scenes like this are indeed very training.
...Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve. I wish you all a happy New Year.
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