Daming kill

Chapter 162 Recruit Luo Xiaoliu

In the night, Luo Xiaoliu gently closed the tent's door curtain, and then began to crawl carefully in the pitch-black tent, which was only half a person high, based on his memory.

He was afraid of disturbing his sleeping comrades.

After finding his place, Luo Xiaoliu immediately squeezed in, and wrapped Xiaobo tightly around his body.

Warmth soon filled his whole body again.

"Why is it taking so long to shit, did you fall into it?" A teasing voice suddenly rang in Luo Xiaoliu's ear.

However, the voice didn't seem to be reproachful or impatient, but just teasing.

Luo Xiaoliu knew that Ma Xiaotian next to him was still awake, so he said softly: "I ate too much fried noodles a few days ago, and I feel constipated."

"Is that thing okay! Why am I okay?" Ma Xiaotian was a little surprised.

"You didn't eat it every day, but only occasionally. If you also ate it every day, you wouldn't be able to say that." Luo Xiaoliu replied speechlessly.

"Oh! Do you eat like this every day?"

"Well. I asked, and everyone is the same."

At this time, there were several sounds of someone turning over in the dark low tent. It should be that someone was woken up, and there was more than one.

But no one expressed dissatisfaction.

"Sleep, sleep, disturbed others." Ma Xiaotian grumbled with a smile, then turned his body over and stopped talking.

Luo Xiaoliu naturally stopped talking.

He knew that the people who were woken up were not because they had a good temper, but because they were afraid of Ma Xiaotian.

Ma Xiaotian doesn't look thin, but he is full of lean flesh.I heard that they used to be the frontier soldiers of the Northland, and even killed the Tartars.

It's a high incense to kill like this so that he doesn't provoke others, so no one would dare to provoke him.

Although in the past few days, everyone felt that Ma Xiaotian's temper and temperament were actually quite good, but no one was willing to test his bottom line.

It's like many people already know that Ma Xiaotian's nickname is Skinny Monkey, but no one dares to call it.

Of course, Ma Xiaotian usually doesn't talk to them much.

In this tent, Ma Xiaotian usually only talks a few words with Luo Xiaoliu.

Luo Xiaoliu thinks it might be because they sleep next to each other every day, they stand side by side in rows, and they both have small characters in their first names.

Because it is still uncomfortable.

In the darkness, Luo Xiaoliu could only rub his stomach again on his own, hoping that this would have some effect, that the fish he had for dinner and the fish soup he drank would smooth his intestines.

If possible, he really hoped that he would never eat chow mein again.

Fried noodles is a new portable military ration that Li Ping determined for his troops a few months ago, and it is used to replace the traditional Ming army's rice and pot helmet cakes.

Of course, this was also copied by Li Ping from his homework.

Anyone who is familiar with military history knows that fried noodles are a kind of long-term preservation, easy to carry and easy to create for the volunteers. Edible rations.

A single soldier only needs a long cloth bag to carry about seven days’ worth of food. It is only necessary to have water when eating, and there is no need to separate water and cold water (boiled water is best of course), and it has a strong sense of satiety and sufficient calories.

According to calculations, the calories provided by fried noodles can reach about 66% of the same weight of chocolate.

Moreover, the making of fried noodles is also very simple, and it is easy to produce in large quantities and quickly.

It is usually made by frying and mixing wheat flour, rice flour, sorghum flour, soybean flour, etc. with oil in a certain proportion, and then adding salt.

The specific formula is not fixed, you can use whatever you have, but usually wheat flour will account for about 70%.

But there are also fried noodles that are based on rice or soybeans.

Even in the latter part of the war, millet, kidney beans, corn, beets, and other vegetables were being tried to improve the nutritional profile.

These advantages of fried noodles are enough to throw away the rice and pot helmet cakes by several blocks. It is also the only individual ration that Li Ping can think of before industrialization, which is the easiest to produce and can provide enough heat for the human body.

Of course, the shortcomings of fried noodles are also very prominent.

During the frying process of fried noodles, the vitamins are greatly destroyed, so that night blindness and rotten corners of the mouth are very serious among the volunteers.

However, the Volunteers also had many solutions. For example, boiling pine needle water to drink was one of the effective methods at that time.

Another problem with long-term consumption of fried noodles is that it is easy to become constipated.

Luo Xiaoliu is now facing this problem.

As a prisoner, the original Luo Xiaoliu was good enough to be able to eat every meal and to be full. He never and dared not expect to be able to eat freshly made hot food as long as conditions permit like other people.

But what makes him depressed is that he has joined the newly established boot camp for several days, and he has also eaten several normal hot meals, especially today on New Year's Eve, he also ate freshly caught fish from the lake and drank fragrant fish soup, but his constipation still hasn't improved much.

If you can't sleep, you just think too much.

Wrapped in a quilt, Luo Xiaoliu quickly thought of Zhao Dongdong, his great benefactor.

After being captured in Yangpitan, although Luo Xiaoliu warmed himself up by the fire and dried his clothes, he still caught a cold and developed a high fever because he soaked in the cold river water for too long.

But the officers and soldiers who captured him did not abandon him, and even fed him soup and medicine uncharacteristically, which made Luo Xiaoliu, who had no hope for life, have a strong desire to survive.

He struggled to keep up with the marching ranks and never fell behind.

On the third day of being captured, during the march, the platoon leader Zhao Dongdong, who left him alive, happened to meet him again and recognized him.

Looking at Luo Xiaoliu, who was listless, with a sallow complexion, and who was not carrying any weight, Zhao Dongdong was stunned.

Then, Zhao Dongdong got off the horse hesitantly and patted Luo Xiaoliu's head. After a sudden realization, he got on the horse and left again.

But soon, Zhao Dongdong came back with a small thin quilt and threw it to Luo Xiaoliu.

Two days later, Luo Xiaoliu finally survived.

Of the dozen or so people captured together with him, only half survived, and Luo Xiaoliu knew he was lucky.

He was very grateful to Zhao Dongdong.

After he recovered from his illness, Luo Xiaoliu was assigned to the auxiliary army, a team mainly composed of captives.They specially follow the troops and help the logistics department of the troops to carry various materials on their shoulders.

The reason why they were not included in the security battalion, but a new auxiliary force was formed, was actually for safety.

After all, they were enemy combatants who had only recently been captured.During the march, it was too dangerous to be in a support battalion that did not have much combat capability.

Because Luo Xiaoliu has been marching with the regular formation troops, Luo Xiaoliu has more chances to meet Zhao Dongdong again.

Once, Luo Xiaoliu finally found a suitable opportunity to express his gratitude to Zhao Dongdong.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dongdong said indifferently: At that time, he just wanted to grab his tongue and interrogate him, but he didn't think about his life or death.

As for the quilt for Luo Xiaoliu: since Luo Xiaoliu's life was left by him, Zhao Dongdong, if Luo Xiaoliu died within a few days, he was afraid that others would laugh at him for doing useless things and waste precious money along the way. food.

As for the quilt, since it was already given to Luo Xiaoliu, Zhao Dongdong didn't think about getting it back, and let Luo Xiaoliu keep it.

Although what Zhao Dongdong said was understatement and not very polite, Luo Xiaoliu didn't take it seriously, and was still very grateful to him, and regarded him as his benefactor.

Of course, Luo Xiaoliu was also very grateful to this army of officers who didn't kill him, let alone torture him.

This army refreshed Luo Xiaoliu's bad impression of the old officials and soldiers. He always felt that everything was unreal.

The military discipline of this army is even stricter than that of the rebel army, and there is a kindness and friendship between people that cannot be seen anywhere, and there are countless new and wonderful things.

Luo Xiaoliu doesn't even believe that he has started to recognize characters, although there are only ten ghost-drawing symbols called Arabic numerals from 1 to 10, and two Chinese characters.

But this is a big deal for him who is blind.

Luo Xiaoliu had a feeling that he was half a scholar, which made him very excited.

He felt that if he gave himself some more time, he might become a real scholar.

One makes the other, oh no!
Let people in other places respect scholars.

Not here, everyone here is considered a scholar.

When marching, everyone carried a large piece of thin wood or bark with a large character written on their backs, so that the eyes of the people behind were full of this word, and they couldn't help but think about it.

And in the whole team, most of these words were repeated over and over again, how could there be more than a dozen of the same word.

No matter where you go, there will always be a feeling of deja vu, and then you can't think about knowing them.

I don't know who came up with this idea.

But really useful.

Anyway, Luo Xiaoliu memorized it and became interested in knowing more characters.

Luo Xiaoliu doesn't have the slightest thought of running now.

Moreover, he became an active player very early on.Not only would they take the initiative to undertake the hardest and most tiring work, but whenever they had free time, they would take the initiative to take their squad leader to see if there was anything that needed to be done.

Even though he knew that the squad leader was actually just a deputy squad leader, because there was only a yellow circle on the shoulder sleeve of the squad leader, instead of the big trap and small circle of the squad leader.

A few days ago, Luo Xiaoliu actively asked to join a new barracks formed in this muddy area.

Not for gratitude, but for integration.

Thinking of these, Luo Xiaoliu felt sweet in his heart.

Although these recruits didn't get a rest on this New Year's Eve, they only got extra meals, and they had to continue training tomorrow, but everything was worth it.

Just thinking about tomorrow's training, Luo Xiaoliu's heart suddenly tensed up again.

He must hurry to sleep.

Tomorrow's New Year's Day training may still be extremely difficult, he must have a good spirit.

1、2、3、4、5、6……

Luo Xiaoliu counted the numbers in his heart, and those numbers jumped out of his mind.

……

While Luo Xiaoliu was counting, Li Ping didn't sleep either, he was still meditating in his tent.

However, his emotions are not in the atmosphere of the first New Year's Eve when he came to this time and space, nor in the new year's New Year's Eve camp that continues to train.

The situation is urgent, and the recruits must use all available training time.Taking a break is something you don't even think about, even if it's the New Year's Eve.

This new barracks was specially set up by Li Ping to meet the needs of each company's combat losses to supplement and strengthen the troops.

The recruits who participated in the training were mainly the rescued civilians who were willing to follow him at this stage, the activists among the captives, and those reselected from the security battalion.

Li Ping didn't care whether they had served in the army before, or what positions they held, and no matter what skills they had, as long as they entered his army, they had to pass the training of recruits.

Even if some special affairs and special affairs officers have already enlisted in the army temporarily, they have to make up this time.

His troops have his unique rules, and these rules are established bit by bit from the recruits, no one can lack this node.

Since the new battalion commander was concurrently held by Ma Yong, the training content was simple and basic, so Li Ping would not be distracted.

He is still anxious about the battle in Chengtian Fufu City.

Li Ping already knew that Song Yihe had asked Zuo Liangyu for help, and he continued to ask for help.

However, Zuo Liangyu probably refused.

Because Li Ping didn't see a single soldier mobilized upstream, but a small number of Zuo Liangyu soldiers who were still dawdling in the vast territory of Chengtian Mansion were speeding up and fleeing towards Wuchang Mansion.

Zuo Liangyu was obviously avoiding Li Zicheng, and when Zuo Liangyu passed Zhong Xiang, he was not allowed to ask Song Yihe for food, and he was not even allowed to enter the city.Now Song Yihe wanted Zuo Liangyu to go back and save him, how could Zuo Liangyu do it?
Li Ping didn't understand Song Yihe's asking Zuo Liangyu for help at first. He didn't understand why Song Yihe had the nerve to go to Zuo Liangyu, or why Song Yihe thought he could move Zuo Liangyu.

It wasn't until Li Ping chatted with Zhou Wen today that he understood the whole story. It turned out that Song Yihe thought Zuo Liangyu didn't dare not save him.

Song Yihe may simply think that no matter how domineering Zuo Liangyu is, no matter how disobedient to orders, no matter how self-respecting his troops are, he will not dare to ignore the mausoleum of the current emperor's own grandfather.

But he obviously miscalculated, Zuo Liangyu really didn't care.

And this was clearly beyond Zhou Wen's expectations.

Li Ping had to sigh: The scholars in Ming Dynasty really thought the same thing.

However, Song Yihe shamelessly asked Zuo Liangyu for help continuously, which also shows that the situation in Chengtianfu City is really bad. This governor who has made many military exploits and is proficient in military affairs may judge that he will not be able to survive the emperor's support for him. Justice is done.

This is exactly why Li Ping is anxious.

But he is still far from thinking about how to choose!

(End of this chapter)