Chapter 8 A wealth? (Part 2)

As I yawned and walked out of the shed with water, I woke up completely and looked up at the military camp on the distant platform.

In the low shaking sound as if it had been torn through the sky, through the figure of blowing the horn and pounding the drum, in the camp where smoke and dust were rolling in the dim backlight, there were people running heads and guns and spears, and all kinds of banners gathered together like colorful clouds, and then rushed out.

A new day begins again, I sighed.

There is no water, electricity, no internet, no toilet and toilet paper, the habits developed by owls make me stare at the black roof in depression, feel the lack of oil and water belly, the sounds and protests, and every night, I always think about it very late to sleep, and then when I am awakened by the long-term, I still have to face the mess of reality again.

According to the head count, after morning exercises, after eating, distribute supplies and tools, and start working. Those who want to go out of the camp must be forced to concentrate and make it convenient to avoid misleading things. Now that you can complete these within half an hour, it is a good progress.

I don't have the ability, they become brave and brave warriors overnight, but they can still do these processes and other rewards and punishments through whips and diet to become conditioned reflexes that they can instinctively perform when they get up every day.

Not everyone can do the job of collecting corpses. Only those who are brave enough and not afraid of blood and dirty will be selected and given priority, and eat half full to work, and then one more meal than others. Although this process is disgusting and boring.

But at least in my expectation, the worry of being treated as cheap cannon fodder and inevitable large-scale casualties has not been realized. Being able to calm down the casualties and wounded people in a leisurely manner means that the officers at least have the initiative and the rhythm of fighting. The need to directly participate in the war and the risk of injury is very small.

You should know that as the rebels who brought their own food rations and armor, there was no extra medicine, which was provided to the wounded. The crushed leaves and wood ash were the most common emergency measures, and the rest was only left to fate.

After all, I can teach them to bake and boil and disinfect and bandage the wounds to maintain hygiene, but I can't make antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs out of thin air. During the whole process, my title and title have also gone from a little skilled Xia Fuzi to awe-inducing Mr. Xia, who can determine their treatment to some extent.

However, for Jiang An, who is quite ambitious and missed, this is not good news. Not being able to participate in the war directly also means that there are no spoils or military achievements. He has brought people out several times, but he returns home with sweat and fatigue and disappointment. So he can only vent his vent to train those pole teams.

Therefore, under the suggestion that my people cannot rest assured, the remaining 100 people left behind in the camp were temporarily transferred to me.

It is rare to have a few days of full meals, and someone can help me. Of course, I have to find a way to prevent them from being idle and have the energy and mind to mess with something else.

Every day, in addition to practicing standing sideways with boring and monotonous pole exercises, I dig trenches and build soil for any matters, and use various ravines like a groundhog to surround them, leaving a road, and then insert inch-long bamboo sticks and dig dense pits of hoof holes.

Although I am just an ancient war fan who mainly talks about war on paper, and I don’t have the capital to spend money to create a scene and reproduce it like those big domestic families, at least the model construction of civil engineering homework and other things has been done on the Internet. I can still be competent in planning and commanding some simple homework.

It’s a pity that I joined the gang for too short time and I couldn’t establish any prestige. In addition to the daily life and the needs of live poultry, I had any ideas and suggestions to implement them through Deng Fang, an old army in the camp.

In a sense, although this rebel leader, General An, was rough and unwilling, he had a lot of thoughts and was very close to the army.

after all,

In the general situation of illiteracy and ignorance and various poor communication, it is difficult to fool a group of potential supporters with good feelings by their mouths. This armed force with the village party and relatives as the core link, I joined outsiders halfway, which was too slight, not to mention the trust and reliability that people follow.

If I want to deliberately win people's hearts, I don't have the material resources at hand; if I use my power to express my grace subtly, my status is not enough, and it will be difficult to produce any powerful effects. Instead, it will easily violate the interests of the ruling party.

So to be honest, I envy those protagonists in the historical YY novels who can win the favor and work hard in a few words by traveling through time. I just got the level of a clerk, and it was the nature of a temporary worker in a bag company.

During this period, I saw strange things more than once. Although they were painted colorfully and like ghosts, I still easily recognized them. It was a hot air balloon that was temporarily hanging in the air.

Well, it is obviously the legacy of some of the predecessors, but I am a little insensitive. What else can be more amazing than the time traveler himself?

During this period, the black dumplings made of bran and wild vegetables basically disappeared from the barracks, with big cakes, vegetables and porridge full. The pole teams with noodles with vegetables were no longer so weak when they kicked and shouted.

The weather gradually cooled down, and the offensive of the government army also entered a critical moment. The fire and smoke on the hills in the distance could be seen both day and night. Even the soldiers of the rebel army sent out to assist in the export service began to suffer casualties.

These included a cousin from Jiang'an and dozens of platoon soldiers. Under the sneak attack of Liangshankou from Ludang, they fled back almost unexpectedly, and even threw their bodies there and could not be retrieved.

But what made Jiang An heartbroken the most was that more than half of his riding a dozen mules and horses were lost. This was the mount and equipment he had saved money at home and finally saved up.

It is rare that the official army did not send people to serve. The Qingzhou army camp was also much sparse, leaving only a few banners with low-level generals' surnames, fluttering weakly in the wind, and the others disappeared, because it is said that the official army, which has the advantage of military strength and equipment, has cleared the periphery at any cost, attacked Liangshan, and is fighting for the military merits and heads to defeat the enemy, and will definitely not let these periphery and miscellaneous cards get in the way.

Therefore, as a person who stays in the camp and is free for a while, his only pleasure is to watch someone slaughter a wounded donkey.

The butchers who temporarily transferred from the platoon of soldiers and axes had very unprofessional techniques, which made the storm-splattered large amounts of blood splashed out by the struggling animals accidentally poured into the sludge and dust, causing a burst of screams and scolding.

After cutting it hard, the colorful liver and intestines and other organs seemed to be rolling, accompanied by the hot and stinky heat and fishy smell, fell to the ground, revealing the bloody inner cavity and diaphragm.

The past two days, because he died, his expression was gloomy, his eyes were red, his temper was irritable and constipated, and he was rarely open. He lifted up his bloody intestines and licked his lips and exclaimed.

"There is blood sausage to enjoy again..."

The donkey blood was constantly stirred in a large basin to prevent solidification, and then added coarse salt, green onion, garlic, fermented black beans and simmered oil residue. Then the intestines were filled with funnel, tied tightly with thin threads and placed in bundles on a pile of firewood to smoke dry. It is said that this is a dish that the local Yinfu family did not enjoy until the New Year.

The other parts were also broken down and divided into different parts along the texture. The bones were thrown into a boiled soup pot. The boiling layer by layer of thick gray blood foam floated. The strong bloody smell mixed with the fragrance of soup, which made the onlookers and the onlookers reveal a certain expectant expression. In addition to the so-called broth that is so bland that it can be seen, they have not seen the real meat smell in a long time.

As a precious animal of this era, almost every part of its body can come in handy, even the useless hooves and fur, or the water supply, are useful. For example, the huge bladder can be made into a water bag, and even the extremely dirty digests are taken out from the internal organs, which is said to be able to treat gold scars and burns.

Cao Duzi, who was happily peeling the skin rack to a high place to dry, suddenly seemed to swallow a big egg and rolled the huge donkey's head into the dust, mixed with blood, making it filthy.

Jiang An and his friends were shocked, including me,

Because he was stunned, we clearly saw that the fire was on the verge of the Qingzhou Army camp. The hot air balloons that were rising in a hurry were also lit from bottom to top. The hot air balloons burned directly from the fire floated away, and then they lost their buoyancy little by little and fell heavily on the ground.

The village soldiers who were sent to the camp of the government army were already like boiling water, shouting and killing into chaos. From time to time, there were graceful figures, shouting and running out of the fire, and then being chopped by the people chasing behind them.

It can be seen that it was the banner of a rebel army before. They suddenly turned against each other and attacked Zuojin, setting fire to plunder the camp. You should know that as the object of assignment and cooperation, Jiang Yan and the other party's leader had a drink, and exchanged some things and news.

Who knew that it was just like this? Because of the early arrival, the place where our troops camped was far away and the terrain was relatively high, so luckily it was not affected yet.

until,

A small group of horse-riding officials escorted a blue-robed official and rushed into our camp in a mess, only then did they remember that the door needed to be sealed.

The defeated soldiers who followed, crying and calling for their parents were completely blocked outside the camp. After they roared and cursed, they had to go around the camp and fled far away.

"Damn it,..."

"The Ying Navy and Fu Bo Camp are all finished,"

"There are flags and floating corpses all down the river,"

"The overseas unrest has already landed."

"I'm afraid that the Dengzhou Army will fall into pieces faster..."

They sat on the horse's back and shouted loudly as if no one was around. The green robe official coughed heavily, and then they calmed down.

"Who is the head of the country here... and come and talk."

The officer in the leading army said in a loud voice. He was wearing a mountain pattern armor with one-piece body and looked handsome, but his flesh and blood were messy, which made him look a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!