Xinshun 1730

Chapter 1240
A few days later, Zhao Lisheng, a soldier of the Combat Engineer Battalion who was drunk, woke up from the warehouse that reeked of alcohol and fart.

Wiping off the scum left on his face after vomiting last night, he staggered up to find water to drink, and subconsciously touched his pocket.

It contained two veils which had been taken from dead British soldiers.I remember that last night, it seemed that the people of the company were playing some game in the warehouse, and I forgot whether I exported these two scarves.

The battle a few days ago has already become a thing of the past, and the scene where he almost vomited that day did not appear in the nightmare.The dead soldiers did not attract maggots, but were burned and put into jars, and were temporarily rescued by monks from Ceylon.

Although in theory, it seems that the monks on the Ceylon side and the monks on the Dashun side have different understandings of death and salvation.

But it doesn't matter, after all, there are no Taoist priests around here, so they can only find monks. Although the soldiers in Dashun basically don't believe in Buddhism, they still have to walk around for the ceremony. It's hard to find a group of foreign monks to sprinkle water.

In the center of the fort outside the warehouse, huge wooden barrels are filled with cold boiled water.The cook of the battalion was cooking there, and some Indians who were helping the cooks in the fort were cutting the meat.

Indians do not cut meat with a knife, but clamp the knife to a fixture, and touch the knife with the meat with their hands; instead of cutting the meat with the knife in the other way.

Zhao Lisheng glanced at it, and secretly cursed for taking off his pants and farting.Because it seems that they are untouchables, they cannot hold knives or even touch iron objects. Therefore, in order to avoid the doctrine, they do not cut meat, but touch the knife with meat.

But looking at the huge pile of meat being cut, Zhao Lisheng knew that he might have to fight again soon.Otherwise, it would be impossible to eat so much fresh meat.

There was plenty of bacon, but the problem was that it wasn't very tasty.

Last night, they even directly distributed the wine in the warehouse to them, and they could drink it without limit.In addition, some people were added during the day, and people from the supplementary battalion came to fill up the casualties of their company.

They are drinking and eating meat again, and it is appointed that they will go out to fight again.

Filling up the people so quickly is to prepare to continue fighting.

Shaking his hangover head, walking with a heavy body, he walked to the bucket, subconsciously determined that it was cold boiled water, and then took two sips of water, his buzzing head after a hangover was slightly awake.

I drank a lot of wine last night. A lot of coconut flower wine was seized in Fort George, and the coconut flower wine was distributed to each company as the most useful supplement during the war.

Originally, Ceylon was an important production area of ​​coconut flower wine, but on the one hand, Dashun had to take care of the sugarcane gardens in Nanyang, and a large amount of sugarcane wine was dumped to Ceylon; For oil or other products, the price in Ceylon is also more profitable than making coconut flower wine.

So some areas on the Indian coast began to brew coconut flower wine. Fort George stored a lot of it, and it may be sold to Southeast Asia in a few days.After all, before this, they still had colonies in Nanyang, and Dashun hadn't completely turned their backs before this, so they could still make a lot of money.

However, now these wines have become the indulgent carnival of the combat engineers before they go into battle again, and turned into urine.

I drank too much last night. After filling two glasses of water, my stomach still hurts.

Just as he was about to move, he saw several officers walking towards this side.

He quickly stood up and waited for the officer to pass by, thinking that there was no need to guess, it was definitely time to assemble.

Swallowing saliva, feeling bitter and uncomfortable in his mouth, he muttered a few words, rubbed his head, went to wash his face, poured some water into the kettle, and returned to the warehouse door with his feet still not touching the ground.

Those officers had already arrived at the warehouse door and opened the warehouse door. One officer took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, covered his nose slightly, and frowned. Obviously, the smell in the warehouse was not so pleasant.

An officer next to him said: "Let them wake up now, and prepare to board the ship after lunch. Before four o'clock in the afternoon, let them all board the ship, and must set sail at night."

The officer holding his handkerchief to his nose hummed and said, "Then blow the whistle."

Then, the whistling whistle sounded.

After the whistle, the officer's sharp shouts echoed through the warehouse.

"Don't fucking sleep! Wake up!"

The dissatisfied complaints of soldiers came from inside.

"Didn't you say that you won't have exercises these days?"

"I lost your mother..."

"Can't you sleep for two more days after the war?"

The officer didn't pay any attention to the soldiers' complaints and scolding, but continued to blow his whistle and shouted: "Wash your face, eat, pack your backpack! No exercise today, sleep hard on the boat! Continue to drink on the boat, don't complain Get up, get up, get up!"

Er Gou wobbled to his feet, waited for the officers to disperse, walked to Zhao Lisheng, took a sip from Zhao Lisheng's water bottle, and was still muttering about last night's game.

"The guy who replaced the big pillar is so fucking strong. I shouldn't have wrestled with him yesterday... I lost all the seven silver coins I got from a British soldier a few days ago. This coconut flower wine is really good. Yes, we haven't had a drink in Ceylon for many years..."

The big pillars of the original team were killed in the trench, but their grief did not last long.People like them who came out of the mine did not have a few partners before, and death followed.

Or fever, or malaria, or mine accidents, or dynamite explosions during training, when you get used to it, you get used to dead people, and you no longer get used to sadness.

The new one was recruited from Borneo, and was previously in the supplementary battalion in Ceylon.This battalion provides fresh blood to the combat engineer battalion during wartime, ensuring that it can fight continuously and be fully staffed.The combat units of the combat engineers do not need new recruits, only veterans.

On the whole, there is a relatively harmonious relationship between these newly added soldiers and the original company soldiers.

Everyone's life experience is basically similar, and life before joining the army is also similar.If you drink too much, you start bragging. Although the dialects are different, you can find everything from scalding your tongue to curling your tongue.But as far as the content is concerned, it is nothing more than fighting with someone in the mine, going down the mine and escaping to death, others are dead because of my own ability, and reacting quickly, seeing someone stealing gold or gems and being found and beaten to death , So-and-so really ran out with gold and gems and so on.

Going forward, it is nothing more than fighting with others, killing people, fighting for land, committing crimes, robbing water sources, clan fighting, uprising, being suppressed, robbing mine seedlings, etc. in my hometown, and finally unable to go to Nanyang to survive.

With similar life experiences, it is easy to get along with others, and they are not very bloodthirsty.

These people, compared to the sailors with a very high proportion of mental illness, are still a group of slightly normal people.Although the death of a comrade-in-arms will not be too sad, but it is not like a sailor who can secretly drink the spirits soaked in the corpse of an officer; or raise sheep on the ship, and line up to export the sheep's intestines.

These basically normal soldiers, at most, searched the corpses after the battle and secretly hid some loot.

Dashun generally does not allow soldiers to rob, because controlling soldiers to rob is regarded as a manifestation of military discipline, and it is also regarded as an officer's ability to control soldiers enough, which means combat effectiveness.

The officers don't know whether the troops under their hands can be controlled, but they are sure that as long as they can control the soldiers from looting without permission, then it proves that the army can be controlled and they can fight well.

Things like stealing corpses are generally ignored, and basically they can't be controlled.Everyone turned a blind eye, except for something like the fight between the two because of a pocket watch that day, they generally didn't care.

Zhao Lisheng's spoils a few days ago were two scarves he touched during the murder.Although he really wanted to get off a set of the military uniforms of the British army corpses, and tear them up for the children when they went home.

But the officer refused to let him strip the clothes of the dead, so he had no choice but to give up.

Now that Ergou mentioned the loot, Zhao Lisheng said in a low voice, "I went to drink water just now, and saw the meat being cut over there. Raw meat, not salty and dried meat, will be beaten again soon."

But Ergou said: "Let's take a gamble. We are here to dig the soil, not to fight. Do you believe it? If we really want to fight, we can't be the first wave. Even if it is a field battle, it is someone else. In the resistance line, we are on the side or as a reserve team."

Zhao Lisheng snorted and said, "I'm not going to bet with you. Are you a dick? One person can feed the whole family and the whole family won't be hungry. I still have to support the family..."

While talking, the rest of the same team also came, went to the toilet together, and then went to eat.

The meal was really rich, with meat, rice, and fish, each of them had a round belly, and they went back to pack their bags.

"Where are we going? Do you have any news?"

"Wherever you like, as long as you pay the wages, we will fight wherever the officer tells us to fight... Hey, have you heard that the third son of the [-]th Battalion died during the amputation yesterday."

"Fuck, as far as their group of doctors are concerned, most of their ancestors were butchers. Using saws and axes is much better than those who kill dogs."

A group of people cursed for a while again. At this time, the soldiers really have no respect for the military doctor. The main method is the military doctor's method at this time, and it is really simple and rude. Most of the lead bullets entering the body will result in amputation. At this time, amputation is also It's almost like killing a pig and chopping its bones.

Some expensive analgesic gases cannot be effectively preserved and are strictly prohibited on board. They are generally prepared on the spot with concentrated sulfuric acid and high-alcohol alcohol for makeshift use, because they are scarce and can only be used by officers.Don't talk about purity at this time, let's make do, according to the safety standards of later generations, at this time, those who formulate combat drills will have to be sentenced: the standard action of soldiers is to tear the gunpowder with their teeth, and fill it with lead bullets in their mouths, because If you don't do this, someone will rush to put the lead bullet in first and then the gunpowder.

The group of grumbling and grumbling soldiers packed their bags and boarded the boat quickly.

They set sail at night, and they didn't know where they were going.Fortunately, as the Marine Corps, they are used to taking boats, at least they won't vomit easily.

Two days later, the ship stopped, and there was a burst of gunfire outside, and when these people came out of the cabin, the gunfire had stopped.

I went ashore in a small boat, and all kinds of messy engineering tools were also brought up.

"Don't tell me, you still have some ability, so you guessed right. We are really here to dig a hole."

Zhao Lisheng praised his partner, Ergou smiled and said: "Nonsense, the imperial court will settle accounts. How much does it cost to raise one of our soldiers? How much does it cost to raise those soldiers who don't fight and don't even get paid? The matter of the resistance line will not let us Let's go."

"Then where is this?"

Er Gou still smiled and said: "These foreign names are a mess. I just said where it is, as if you know it. You also know Ceylon and Subei, and you don't know the rest of the place names. Anyway. I know, this designation is not Ceylon..."

(End of this chapter)