Chapter 177 Military Uniform

Father Chen looked at the map in front of him, as if he was finally examining whether these two suggestions were feasible, and said after a while:

"Okay, if you have a goal, you have some effort. I will discuss with several other generals to see how to cooperate and finally make a decision."

He turned his eyes to everyone, and his round eyes, like a copper bell, were filled with perseverance and confidence, and said:

"It's not that you were going to Pingcheng of Wei, but just the next small city. If you don't have the confidence, you'll be soft! Everyone will cheer me up! Prepare for the war quickly!!"

"Yes!" Everyone agreed in unison, extremely loud, and their morale was obviously much higher than before.

Xie Yuan also became energetic and shouted.

But she didn't have the depressed spirit of other lieutenants, because she had never lost since she fought...

She was originally going to wait for everyone to leave and tell her master about the fact that the military uniforms in her camp had not been given all.

But Chen's father did not delay for a moment and went to discuss with several other generals nearby. She didn't even have a chance to say anything.

Xie Yuan thought: It's going to be a war. They are not dressed neatly yet, and they are not like regular soldiers from the court, like a group of mobs.

Ah...although, the situation where these people are now integrated into the present is not much worse than that of the rabble.

However, this is a big problem. If you don’t dress properly, you will be killed by your own people on the battlefield and then you will be killed by your own people.

This is no joke, it is entirely possible.

I heard from my master that the Northern Wei army often drove prisoners of war to charge in front of the battle.

With the Northern Wei's record of killing all directions, they had their captives, including Han people, Hu people from different races, and Xianbei people who rebelled on their own.

They were all defeated by them before.

Those people are perfect prisoners. Without uniform clothing and armor, they only have a single piece of clothing, and they wear everything. Sometimes they don’t even give all weapons. They let them rely on their instinct to survive on the battlefield. The other party snatched it from his hands.

The southwestern people in Xie Yuan camp who were not in military uniforms were generally dark-looking. If they met the prisoner-of-war camp opposite, they would really not be able to tell who was who.

But the most important thing is that she knew that the master would most likely not let her reserve camp, or to be more precise, let her participate in this battle.

She had to fight for something with her master, even if she wanted to get a support next to her, it would be better than doing nothing.

Her battalion urgently needs a battle to unite people's hearts and allow those southwestern people to adapt to the offensive and defensive battlefields in the plains.

Even if it is a small fight, it is a valuable experience.

Xie Yuan left the camp and looked at the backs of the various lieutenants who were leaving in a hurry. He sighed in his heart and thought to himself:

Forget it, I will still meet you when I really want to fight, and the same is true for fighting at that time.

As for the military uniform... go back and ask the "God of Wealth" to find a way as soon as possible.

He always has a way.

...

After Xie Yuan returned to the military camp, he told Zhou Mianyi about this matter. He touched his head with a headache and asked:

"We may not be able to go up and fight, right? After I asked, the sergeant said that the new winter clothes and quilts were on the road, and it would be there in a few days, including cotton clothes and outer shirts."

Xie Yuan said: "The imperial edict has been issued. Since the general has summoned us to discuss, it will be something that will take two or three days to move. What if? What should I do then?"

"God of Wealth" Zhou Mian looked at the sky with his eyes straight and thought for a while. He was so anxious that he seemed to be itchy all over his body. He held the itchy bamboo Ruyi he made in the southwest, which is commonly known as itchy scratching, and then scratched his own.

After a while, he scratched his arm.

Xie Yuan felt embarrassed when he looked at him like this, but she didn't want to let go, so she kept looking at him coldly with her phoenix eyes, as if there must be a result.

Finally, Zhou Mian took a photo of Zhu Ruyi and said, "I thought of a way to get some to use first, so don't dislike me then."

After that, he ran away like a gust of wind.

Xie Yuan thought: It’s a joke. The clothes are worn to recognize people and distinguish them from each other. What can I do if it’s old? What’s the point of dislike?

result……

Xie Yuan frowned as he looked at the pile of rags on the ground, like a hill, many of which were still covered in blood.

This is different from what she thought. I thought it would be old, but I didn't expect...

"Isn't this taken off the dead?!" A soldier from the southwest pulled up a shirt and saw a big cut on the clothes that was cut by a knife. The wet blood around the cut had turned dark.

Cracks formed.

He threw the clothes back angrily and shouted loudly.

The Southwest soldiers with clothes were also yelled at Xie Yuan:

"Captain, why do others have new clothes to wear? We have to wear them from the dead! Do you look down on us?!!"

The people suddenly seemed to be in a panic, surrounding the pile of clothes, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one.

"That's it! How unlucky!"

"I'm not wearing this rag without shirtless! It's unlucky! Maybe I'll die before I even beat you!"

"That's... when we were in the southwest, no matter how poor we were, no one would take off people's clothes to death! Isn't it because I'm looking for death!"

"I won't wear it anymore!"

“I don’t wear it either!”

Xie Yuan was also a little dissatisfied and surrendered to the face of Zhou Mian, the "God of Wealth" opposite.

Zhou Mian looked at the sky with guilt, wanting to see her but not daring to see her. In the end, Geng Ban was still the one who ran around the Clothing Mountain and explained to Xie Yuan:

"Captain, I really have no choice. I went to several local camps to buy them back. They have their own fixed warehouses and have saved them, otherwise you wouldn't have them yet!"

Xie Yuan's face looked like ice, but there was no way. He said to everyone:

"It's about to go to the battlefield. This place is different from the southwest. There are mountains everywhere in the southwest. You cats are attacking in the forest and behind the earth slope. There are few people. You don't have to tell the difference between the enemy and me, and it doesn't matter what you wear.

But this is the Central Plains. There are always hundreds of millions of battles in one place.

Everyone is spread on the ground and can see it. Generals and generals rely on the clothes of soldiers to distinguish the situation. You must also distinguish the enemy and me in the melee by using the clothes.

There is no time for you to think about who the other person is, because if you hesitate, your life may be gone.

This is also for your life.

So this dress is a must-have! Don't worry, there will be new ones, but not now!"

Everyone calmed down, although their expressions were still reluctant.

Xie Yuan looked at the pile of clothes and said readily: "I will wear it with you, wash it clean before wearing it! The same goes for washing all the bad luck!"

After saying that, she bent down, picked up one from the pile of clothes, turned around and left.

Everyone was quiet. Looking at her long red dress of a captain, her figure was straight and her back was leaving with her bloody clothes, she was shocked.
Chapter completed!