Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 860 First Snow
Thick smoke soon engulfed the city, and a group of Menggu brothers from the grassland were especially good at setting fires. As the chief general, Babara carried out Liu Hongjian's orders without compromise.

In the evening, the smell of burnt meat began to fill the air. At the same time, the stewed horse meat and mutton that the fire-headed soldiers had just come out of the pot also received a cold reception.

This happened when the city was burned last time. The military order was like a mountain, and the soldiers did not have to say that they carried out the military order.

But eating is not a military order. Smelling the smell in the air, many soldiers looked at the stew in the bowl and found it tasteless.

"Don't eat? Made, I'm used to it!"

Hearing what his subordinates said about the situation in the barracks, Liu Hongjian threw the bone in his hand on the table and got up to go to the barracks.

It is extremely difficult to be able to eat stewed meat these days. Although Daming's economic situation has eased, it can only ensure that the soldiers are full.

Meat is still a luxury, and it is only occasionally eaten on this vast grassland, and most of them are military horses, cattle and sheep that were either killed or seriously injured.

Occasionally, while eating, you can gnaw fragments of grenades, bullets from muskets and other objects from the meat.

But there is no doubt that it is extremely difficult to supply nearly 10 people to eat meat and drink together, and now, many soldiers don't even give face.

"Is there poison in the meat?" Liu Hongjian asked a young soldier who refused to eat.

The soldier shook his head a little bit in awe, and knelt down in front of Liu Hongjian with a thump.

"Stand up and talk." Liu Hongjian couldn't see any sadness or joy on his face, and his voice was very calm.

"Is the stewed meat not tasty?" Liu Hongjian asked again.

The soldier shook his head again.

"Then why don't you eat it? After a day of fighting, could it be that this body is made of iron?" Liu Hongjian said angrily.

"Go back to your lord, the little one... let's eat the little one."

After the soldier finished speaking, he didn't even use his chopsticks. He grabbed a piece of meat from the cold bowl and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it twice, his face became painful.

"Uh-voo--" the soldier spat out the half-chewed meat in one gulp.

It was getting dark, but the city was full of flames, and there were wailing sounds from time to time, and the smell of barbecue in the air became stronger.

"You're wasting food, you're really embarrassing to our expeditionary army, come here, drag them down and beat them with twenty army sticks."

Seeing Liu Hongjian's face darken, Kuo Duan immediately stood up. He knew this soldier, and that's why he didn't want to ruin this soldier's future.

However, it is very difficult for soldiers who Liu Hongjian despised to get promoted in the army. Although this was not Liu Hongjian's order, it was the tacit decision of other generals with a strong sense of belonging.

He also hates iron and steel. In his opinion, the smell of human flesh is nothing. He has eaten other people's meat more than once, and it is much more delicious than the horse meat and mutton in front of him.

"Oh, no need." Liu Hongjian sighed and waved his hands.

He walked slowly in the barracks worriedly, and a group of personal guards followed him like this. Most of the soldiers who approached him quickly picked up the bowls in their hands, pretending to be eating.

"I know why. If you can't eat meat, it means that you all have a conscience, and this king is very relieved." Liu Hongjian glanced at the surrounding soldiers, and forced a forced smile.

"Conscience is an invaluable quality in peaceful times, but now is a time of war! We are nearly two thousand miles deep in the hinterland of Rakshasa!" Liu Hongjian suddenly raised his voice.

"If you don't eat, and don't have Rakshasa soldiers coming, the cold weather can kill you!

You guys know better than me how cruel war is, it’s either you die or I die. I originally thought you were used to it, but now it seems that I am really disappointed. " Liu Hongjian took a glass of wine from a soldier and drank it down.

"Conscience is not worth mentioning in war, but it can easily lose your lives. This king doesn't want to see you die, let alone see your parents lose their sons, and your children lose their fathers.

We are destined to kill, because only in this way can the younger generations not have to suffer from the chaos of war.

The rise of an empire always takes one generation to pay. If we don’t pay, we can only pay for it by the younger generations. If we still refuse, then this nation deserves to be enslaved.

That's it, let's go! After Liu Hongjian finished speaking, he didn't hesitate any longer, and walked straight into the big tent.

"Look at your ugly looks, you're embarrassing me, my lord hates iron but not steel!" Lu Haibo reprimanded again, flung his sleeves and followed Liu Hongjian away.

The soldier who had been reprimanded by Liu Hongjian earlier had his nose twitched, and picked up the half-eaten meat from the ground again, holding back tears and chewing desperately.

As the saying goes, one will last forever. In their minds, where have they seen a prince or a commander who is so confiding, and who in power would care about the feelings of their parents and children.

Only in this way can their children not be enslaved. There is no one in the world who does not want their younger generations to live better than them.

If someone is destined to bear the burden, then let yourself do it. Many soldiers silently picked up the meat in the bowl, chewed it like chewing wax, and then swallowed it raw.

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"Jin Yi Wei Bao, Moscow, the capital of the Raksha Kingdom, is now in chaos. Several grand princes and the parliament have jointly issued a call-up order calling on the Raksha people to join the army. Currently, there are about 7 regular troops serving in the Raksha Kingdom. Vasily's army is a little worse than that, but it is estimated that in the next two months, a large number of Raksha people will be recruited into the army, and the Raksha country's army is likely to exceed [-] in a short period of time."

In the big tent, Chang Yu told Liu Hongjian, Babara and other generals about the latest situation of the Raksha Kingdom.

"Hmph, what fighting power do new recruits have? They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs." Su Ketu snorted softly and said with disdain.

"Don't take it lightly. The Luocha people and the Menggu people generally step on their horses and become warriors. We are deep in the hinterland and cannot tolerate a single failure." Gu Jia said.

Although he is not a member of the military system, he has served as a servant in the Ministry of War after all, and he has more insight in strategy and tactics than Suktu.

"Old Gu is right, but that's not what I'm most worried about, there are at least three thousand miles from Chernog to Moscow.

In other words, even if there is no obstruction for the time being, it will take at least a month for the army to travel from Chernog to Moscow, and it will take longer if they bring howitzers.

It's mid-September, but temperatures are already so cold we're about to face the coldest season in West Siberia. "

After Liu Hongjian finished speaking, everyone fell silent. Their knowledge of the climate was limited to the northeast of Ming Dynasty. Many soldiers had never served in the northeast provinces, but they also knew that the winter in the northeast was extremely cold.

Could it be that West Siberia is colder than the Northeast province?
To fight, or to wait until next year to fight again, this is a question that must be put on the table.

Around midnight that night, Chernog City ushered in the first snow of winter.

The wind is getting colder.

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　Thank you for the 100 taels rewarded by the book friend Eagle of the People's Liberation Army.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)