Chapter 713 Food

By the fire, a middle-aged general wearing the uniform of a junior captain, sitting half of his butt on a chair without looking sideways.

Ma Cheng put down the military newspaper and said warmly: "Sample, can you make it?"

The captain of the junior captain respectfully said: "It's done, Grandmaster, outside."

Ma Cheng shouted lightly, and two personal soldiers carried a wooden box in. When the box was opened, it exposed the neatly stacked bricks. Ma Cheng took a brick and it turned out to be made of food wrapped in kraft paper, which was divided into three types.

Different styles indicate the third grade of A, B, C.

I picked up a piece of A-level one and tore it apart and smelled it. The aroma of meat is so strong that I can make my appetite greatly.

The junior captain whispered: "This thing is made of fish oil, animal oil, glutinous rice, spices, and sea salt. It has a lot of color, fragrance and taste. The cost is two silver dollars."

Ma Cheng nodded lightly and picked up another piece of B-grade ration, which made the taste much worse.

I frowned a little when I took a piece of C and then. The black and rough production was very rough. It was fine when I smelled it. I pinched one and stuffed it into my mouth, and it was almost stuck in my throat. The personal soldiers hurriedly handed over a glass of water, and Ma Cheng just leaned down.

I swallowed my neck, and my face looked a little weird, it was so unpalatable.

The junior captain's face turned red and said embarrassedly: "Master clearly checked, are these dry foods such as C made of animal internal organs and bones made of oil and mixed with coarse grains. Well, it is really hard to swallow.

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Ma Cheng felt speechless. Isn’t this just a waste utilization? The Bingbei Department is really careful in calculating. The abacus is so loud that he will not punish Bingbei Department and others. Are there any rations in the field? Considering the cost ability

It was done like this, and it was already very good. It was a bit unpalatable but it was enough to cover the belly. I ordered my personal soldiers to collect the three types of food, so I approved a note, ordered the soldiers to prepare the department and the Tianshi to produce a large amount of three types of food in the field.

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The successful trial production of field rations was also caused by the development of Jianzhou and Mingzhu Island.

With the hinterland of Jianzhou, Mingzhu Island has extremely rich livestock resources and fishery resources, and the food crisis that hinders the development of Liaodong soon disappeared.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Xing'anling.

Li Zhengming stepped into the snow hole, his body tilted and almost slipped, and he frowned and pulled his feet out, his two boots were already wet.

The front, back, left and right are all soldiers who struggled to trek in the deep snow.

Hundreds of steps ahead, some mountain people with animal skins around their waists jumped off the trees, not afraid of the cold, and ran fast on the soft snow. Li Zhengming gave a thumbs up in his heart, a capital suit

The name of the name is that these Xing'anling natives were born here and grew up here, and they were the owners of this forest.

Soon, more and more mountain people ran back in front, and there were thousands of people.

A tall and sturdy mountaineer surrounded a tiger skin and pointed at the sky and earth for a while, and Li Zhengming breathed a sigh of relief. There was a hidden snow nest in front of him, and he could camp for the night. With a command, more than three thousand Mings were more than three thousand Mings.

The army trekked one step higher and one step lower in the snow. At night, the Xing'an Mountains fell into extreme cold.

At night, a bonfire begins.

Li Zhengming roasted soaked boots beside the fire, stuffed some urla grass in, looked around the troops with a reduction of up to 40%, grinned, sad and proud, his troops reduced by 40%, and his troops were 100,000.

The crowd was even more miserable. Along the way, corpses were everywhere, and there were no peace day and night under the harassment of his partial army. A large number of people who left behind were killed by the fallen Jianzhou were no longer counted.

Huang Taiji's main force in the imperial camp was just twenty or thirty miles ahead, and he could not do it even if he wanted to cover up the marching. There were corpses that could not be buried everywhere along the way, pointing the directions to the Ming army that followed. Some even froze to death.

The body leaned against the tree and maintained its original appearance, which made people feel creepy.

Beside the bonfires, the Ming army with broken armor was quiet and silent, with only the whispers that made from time to time.

At this moment, a few night crows suddenly sounded in front of him, which was particularly loud.

The Ming army in the camp picked up swords and guns, and forced their bows to seek cover. They hid behind the trees. The sound of bowstrings sounded, and there were instantly no figures by the bonfires.

"Pingbei!"

"Destroy the enemy!"

The command and warning were lifted, and Ming soldiers walked out of the snow hole behind the tree, cursing and walking back to the fire, and continued to cook. A team of soldiers ran back on the thick snow and ran to Li Zhengming.

After a military salute, he took off his hat and helmet panting, and his forehead was filled with breath.

Li Zhengming whispered, "Get breathe even before talking about it."

Among the Ming army that was scouting, a team official said in a panic: "General, five miles ahead, cough cough, the Imperial Camp of the Tartars."

Li Zhengming shuddered, grew up and started to move, saying, "Do you think it's true?"

The team official gasped and said, "It's true that the bright yellow armor and the yellow flag are less than ten thousand people. They occupy a large area. They are under the guarantee of the heads. They can't make a mistake."

Li Zhengming growled in ecstasy and said, "I've gotten up, I've gotten up, I've gotten rich!"

The Ming army stood up one after another in the camp, and a sound of armor leaves sounded. More than 3,200 Ming army quickly gathered together, all of which were elite soldiers who had lived for the rest of their lives. Although the armor was broken, most of them were damaged, and their morale and combat skills were still outstanding.

Only military boots kicked and slapped the snow to extinguish the bonfire. Half a quarter of an hour later, more than 3,200 Ming troops and more than 1,000 mountain people were silently alive. In the extremely cold weather, in the snow-covered primeval forest

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Extremely cold, low temperature, the northwest wind is biting cold, and it is hard to move in the soft snow.

Wuli, which consumed a lot of energy from the Ming army, even the mountain people who grew up here couldn't bear it. Everyone's face was rosy and their foreheads were sweating. Wuli Road actually walked for more than an hour, and by the late night, the moonlight was bright and the stars were

It is sparse, but it is pitch black in the dense forest covered with trees.

As the sound of gasping, the front team suddenly warned, and with a clamor, teams of Ming troops fell to the ground.

Li Zhengming climbed to the front with his hands and feet. A large open space in front was brightly lit, and he could hear the sound of talking and the figures flashed.

Li Zhengming was ecstatic and patted the cap and helmet of the team officer beside him, lowered his voice and said, "I remember you for a great contribution!"

The team official responded in ecstasy and said softly. Li Zhengming waved his hand lightly. The three thousand two hundred Ming troops crawled forward on the thick snow, and they were like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark night.

On the white snow, there are winding traces left.

Puff!

The sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh came from the darkness. The elite soldiers who hit the outposts climbed to the area where Jianlu was covered with light and dark whistles, and then they burst out from the snow. The sharp weapons entering the flesh and blood splattered. The ones who hit the outposts were close to the Ming army.

A good hand-to-hand combat player killed the guards wearing bright yellow armor and particularly eye-catching in the darkness one after another.

"Mini Abuka!"

Dozens of Zhenghuang Banners only came and let out a few screams. On the snow, the Ming army suddenly rose up, lined up in scattered soldiers and swarmed out of the dense forest, and rushed towards the brightly lit Jianlu Imperial Camp, and the three thousand Ming army
Chapter completed!