Volume 1: Looking Northwest, Shooting the Heavenly Wolf Chapter 42: Suppressing the Bitter
"Because Juren has already entered the official career, he can get horses from the Ministry of War. You guys are like green melons and eggs, who will care about you?"
Sun Jingzhong, the archery instructor, said angrily that he was also riding on two legs and felt equally unhappy.
Chaitino grinned, "Okay, I was so speechless that I had nothing to say."
Turning up their collars and tightening the felt hats on their heads, Chai Tiannuo and Sun Jingzhong took the lead and led the team forward, and soon disappeared into the white snow, but the team behind them,
Still as long as a dragon.
They walked without stopping until late in the evening before setting up camp in the pure white snow.
Countless cauldrons were set up in the heavy snow, with mutton and noodles tumbling inside. The soldiers gathered around and shivered with the cold. This was their first march to fight, and it was far from what they originally imagined.
"If you go to the designated place out of respect, and if you dare to act recklessly everywhere, someone will dig out his shit hole!"
"Stand in line to get food. Anyone who jumps in line will receive twenty sticks!"
"Ten people per tent, enter according to sign number, no confusion!"
The scoldings came one after another. It was the logistics managers sent by the Ministry of War who were yelling loudly. They were not from the army. It really made them nervous.
"Do you understand your shortcomings?"
Sun Jingzhong held a pottery bowl and drank the mutton noodles in circles while speaking to the trembling students holding the bowl.
"If there is no supply camp sent by the Ministry of War to serve you, you can't even take care of food and shit."
"Don't think that if you are a scholar, you will be better than ordinary soldiers. In a real battle, your performance may not be able to keep up with them."
"Our martial arts are far better than those of the soldiers, how can we be inferior to them?"
One of the judges said unconvincedly. Before Sun Jingzhong, the archery instructor, could reply, Chai Tiannuo smiled and said:
"How can large group combat be equal to individual combat?"
"The fighting power of a hundred people in disarray may not be as good as that of ten people who work well together."
"Battlefield killing relies on the power of teamwork, not individuals."
Sun Jingzhong looked at Chai Tiannuo and nodded happily. Chai Da Meng, who was recognized by both the Civil and Military Houses at the same time, was different:
"When will you give me my twenty-six taels of silver?"
"...You go to Professor Zhao. How much you can ask for depends on your ability."
"You scoundrel!"
"Learned it from Professor Zhao."
The sky was dark, the snow was getting heavier, and the gentle wind gradually turned violent. The students in the tents were huddled together in the cold. They fell asleep in the cold wind on winter nights and had no charcoal fire to keep them warm. This was something they had never experienced before.
past experience.
At midnight, when the wind stopped and the snow continued to fall, Chai Tiannuo, Bian Sheng, and Shen Tuzi went to the wilderness, shirtless, brandishing knives, with heat rising from their bodies like mist.
The teacher in the dark nodded his head repeatedly, his energy was like a dragon's and his energy was like a rainbow, it was so comforting!
Early the next morning, the supervisors and veterans of the supply camp began to shout loudly, and the sleepy workers emerged from the tents with grinning teeth. The weather was so cold that no one had a good night's sleep.
The instructors checked one by one and found that many people had frostbitten feet. They were really angry. They all told them to take off their boots and dry their feet. Why didn't these idiots listen?
In the morning, everyone was helping the baggage camp clean up. Suddenly a group of cavalry rushed over. The sentry camp hurriedly bent their bows and arrows. Only when they got closer did they realize that it was the person holding the post.
"Brother Nian, aren't you guys camping alone? Why are you back?"
A scholar on duty asked loudly. Everyone was silent for a while, and said in a dry voice:
"We encountered a group of bandits an hour ago and suffered a lot of casualties. I came to the transport camp to transport the wounded and corpses."
"..."
Everyone who heard this was shocked. The casualties were not small. How big could they be?
After half an hour, the scholars understood what heavy casualties meant.
The first twenty or so carts were filled with wounded people, numbering at least one hundred.
More than a dozen carts at the rear were piled with corpses, numbering no less than a hundred.
The creaking convoy rushed through the camp towards the capital, leaving behind bloody stains on the ground and a fishy smell that lingered for a long time.
Looking at the familiar faces in the car, some students suddenly started sobbing, and immediately they became one. Although they were warriors, it was the first time for most scholars to see such a scene. Some soft-minded people were frightened in their hearts, so they endured it.
I couldn't help crying.
"Chief, do you need to stop them?"
A teacher asked softly, Such behavior can easily destroy morale.
The mountain chief was walking in the camp and shook his head gently when he heard the words:
"No need. If you lose morale just by seeing casualties, then once a battle begins, you may collapse instantly."
"Let them cry. If they cry enough, maybe they will understand a little bit about the responsibilities of a warrior!"
The teachers nodded slightly, the teacher's approach made sense.
The atmosphere in the entire camp was extremely depressing. They were about to break out of camp but stopped because the baggage camp had left.
The mountain leader was walking with more than ten teachers when he suddenly frowned:
"What does this smell like?"
"...It seems to be the smell of fennel from the northern region."
Sun Jingzhong grinned, he had guessed who was causing trouble.
"What is Northern Fennel?"
A group of people were a little confused. Why does this smell so much like body odor?
"That, I don't know the specifics. Chaitino told me that although the taste of that stuff is terrible, it goes perfectly with barbecue!"
"Barbecue, Chaitino?"
The mountain chief's brows twitched, he made a gesture, and quietly led everyone towards a firewood shed that had not yet been demolished.
"how is the taste?"
Chai Tiannuo grabbed a half-cooked front leg and nibbled on it and asked. Bian Sheng and Shen Tuzijin gave a thumbs up:
“Smells so good!”
"But Tiannuo, isn't it good for us to eat alone like this?"
The thoughtful Bian Sheng asked uneasily while devouring his food.
"It's not like we want to eat alone. Look at those raw eggs. If we let them eat them together, they won't spit them out!"
Chai Tiannuo rolled his eyes. He really didn't expect that Wu Xiucai, who usually lived among five people and six people, would cry when he saw the corpse. This was so disgusting!
"That's right, you said that a group of big men shed tears, they are not ashamed!"
Shen Tu Zijin nodded vigorously. His face was covered with oil. After being frozen all night, it was so comforting to eat some hot barbecue.
"I wiped my face, and my forehead is covered with oil. I don't know how you ate it!"
Throwing a handkerchief to Shen Tuzi, Chai Tiannuo waved gently, and the heads of the three of them came together:
"I checked the body just now and there was something wrong with it."
"What happened?"
"There are three types of wounds on corpses."
Chaitino took a mouthful of meat and said while chewing:
"Although the small arrow wounds have been treated, there are still many arrows left inside. I opened them and saw that they were barbed stainless steel arrows!"
Shentu Zijin blinked:
"Although there are not many barbed arrows, they are not rare. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"You idiot, the bandits who have been suppressed for years can't even get enough to eat. Where did they get the steel arrows?!"
Bian Sheng couldn't help but punch Shen Tuzijin, and the guy suddenly realized: