New Shun 1730

A few days later, Zhao Lisheng, a drunk combat engineer battalion soldier, woke up from a warehouse that smelled of alcohol and farts.

I wiped the residue left on my face after vomiting last night, wandered up and looked for water, and subconsciously touched my pocket.

Inside were two gauze scarves taken from dead British soldiers. I remember that the company seemed to be playing some kind of gambling game in the warehouse last night, and I forgot whether I had exported these two scarves.

The battle a few days ago was long gone, and the scene where he almost vomited that day did not appear in his nightmare. The dead soldiers were not infested with maggots, but were burned and put into jars, where they were temporarily saved by monks from Ceylon.

Although theoretically it seems that monks from Ceylon and monks from Dashun have different understandings of death and salvation.

But it doesn't matter. After all, there are no Taoist priests nearby, so we can only find monks. Although Dashun's soldiers basically don't believe in Buddhism, they still have to go through the rituals. It's not easy to find a group of foreign monks to sprinkle water.

In the center of the fortress outside the warehouse, huge wooden barrels are filled with cold boiled water. The camp cook was cooking there, and a few Indians who worked in the fort's kitchen were cutting meat.

Instead of cutting meat with a knife, Indians clamp the knife on a clamp and hold the meat with their hands to touch the knife; rather than the other way around, they use the knife to cut the meat.

Zhao Lisheng took one look and cursed secretly, taking off his pants and farting. Because they are said to be untouchables, they cannot hold knives or even touch iron objects. Therefore, in order to avoid the teachings, they touch the knives with meat instead of cutting meat.

But looking at the large amount of meat being cut, Zhao Lisheng knew that there would be another war 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 delicious.

Last night, the wine in the warehouse was given to them directly, and they could drink it as much as they wanted. In addition, some men were added during the day, and men from the supplementary battalion came to make up for the casualties of their company.

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

Replenishing the number of people so quickly is a sign of preparation for continuing the battle.

Shaking his hungover head, he walked to the bucket with heavy steps. After subconsciously confirming that it was cold water, he took two gulps of water. The buzzing head after the hangover sobered up a little.

I drank too much wine last night, and a lot of coconut wine was seized in Fort George. The superiors distributed this coconut wine to various companies as the most useful trophies during the war.

Originally, Ceylon was an important producer of coconut flower wine. However, Dashun had to take care of the sugar cane plantations in Southeast Asia, and a large amount of sugar cane wine was dumped to Ceylon. On the other hand, coconut blossoms cannot be grown after picking coconut blossoms. Now coconuts are pressed. The price of oil or other products in Ceylon is higher than that of coconut wine.

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

However, now these drinks have become the indulgent carnival before the combat engineers go into battle again, and they are turned into urine and drained out.

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

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

He quickly stood up and waited for the officer to pass by, thinking that there was no need to guess, they must be gathering.

Swallowing, my mouth felt bitter and uncomfortable, I muttered a few words, rubbed my head, washed my face, poured some water into the kettle, and returned to the warehouse door with my feet still not touching the ground.

The officers had already arrived at the door of the warehouse and opened the door. One officer took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, covered his nose slightly and frowned. It was obvious that the smell in the warehouse was not that good.

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

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

Then, the whistle sounded.

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

"Don't fucking sleep! Get up!"

There were dissatisfied complaints from soldiers inside.

"Didn't you say you won't have sex these days?"

"I'm going to throw your mother away..."

"Can't we sleep for two more days after the battle?"

The officer paid no attention to the complaints and scoldings of the soldiers, but continued to blow the whistle and shouted: "Wash your face, eat, and pack your backpack! I won't do any exercises today. I will sleep hard when I get to the boat! Continue drinking when I get to the boat. Don't complain." Come on, get up, get up!"

Ergou stood up unsteadily, and after waiting for the officers to disperse, he walked to Zhao Lisheng's side, took a few sips from Zhao Lisheng's water bottle, and was still muttering about the bet last night.

"The guy who takes the place of the big pillar is so damn strong. I shouldn't have fought with him yesterday... I just lost all the seven silver coins I got from a British soldier a few days ago. This coconut wine is really Yes, we haven’t had it in Ceylon for many years..."

Their original companion, Dazhu, was killed in the trench, but their sorrow did not last long. People like them who came out of the mine had a few friends before, and death followed them everywhere.

Either fever, malaria, mining accidents, or explosives exploding during training. Once you get used to it, you get used to dead people, and you are no longer used to sadness.

The new one was recruited from Borneo and was previously in the replenishment camp in Ceylon. This battalion provides fresh blood to the combat engineer battalion during wartime, ensuring that it can continue to fight and be fully manned. The combat force of combat engineers does not require new recruits, only veterans.

On the whole, the newly added soldiers are relatively harmonious with the original company soldiers.

Everyone's life experiences are basically similar, and their lives before joining the army were also similar. When you drink too much, you will brag about the bullshit. Although the dialects are different, from the tongue being burned straight to the tongue being curled, everything is covered. But as far as the content is concerned, it is nothing more than fighting with someone in the mine, going down the well to escape death, and others died, thanks to my ability and quick reaction, seeing someone secretly hiding gold or gems and being beaten half to death after being discovered. , So-and-so really ran away with gold and gems.

Looking back further, it was nothing more than fighting with people in my hometown, killing people, fighting for land, committing crimes, robbing water sources, clan fights, uprisings, being suppressed, robbing mines, etc. In the end, I had no way to go to Nanyang to seek a living.

They have similar life experiences, are easily gregarious, and are not very bloodthirsty.

These people, compared to sailors with a high proportion of mentally ill people, are somewhat normal people. Although the death of a comrade-in-arms is not too sad, it is not like a sailor who can secretly drink the liquor soaked with the officer's corpse without any taboo; or raise sheep on the ship and line up to export them through the sheep's intestines.

The most that these basically normal soldiers could do was search for corpses after a battle and secretly hide some loot.

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

The officers didn't know whether the troops under their command could control it, but they were convinced that as long as they could control the soldiers not to rob without permission, it would prove that they could still control the army and be very capable of fighting.

Stealing corpses is generally ignored and basically out of control. Everyone turns a blind eye, unless something like the fight between two people over a pocket watch happened that day, they generally don't care.

Zhao Li's trophies a few days ago were two gauze scarves he picked up during the murder. Although he really wanted to get a set of military uniforms from the corpses of the British soldiers, tear them up when he went home, and use them as bedclothes for his children.

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

Now that Ergou mentioned the spoils of war, Zhao Lisheng whispered: "I just went to drink water and saw meat being cut over there. Raw meat, not salted and dried meat, will be beaten again soon."

Ergou said, "Let's make a bet. We are going to dig soil, and we are definitely not going 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 will be someone else." For the resistance line, we are on the side or as a reserve team.”

Zhao Lisheng pouted and said, "I won't bet with you. You're a loser. One person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. I still have to support my family..."

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

The meal was indeed sumptuous, including meat, rice, and fish. Everyone felt full and went back to pack their bags.

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

"We can go wherever we like, as long as we are paid, we will fight wherever the commander tells us to fight... Hey, have you heard that the three tigers of the 14th Battalion died during the amputation yesterday?"

"Fuck, most of their doctors were originally butchers. They use saws and axes, which are much better than those who kill dogs."

A group of people cursed for a while. The soldiers at this time really had no respect for the military doctors. Mainly because of the military doctors' methods at this time, which were also really simple and crude. When lead bullets enter the body, most of the limbs will be amputated. At this time, amputation is also possible. It’s almost like killing a pig and chopping its bones.

Some expensive pain-relieving gases cannot be effectively stored and are strictly prohibited on board ships. They are usually made on the spot using concentrated sulfuric acid and alcohol, because they are scarce and can only be used by officers. Don’t talk about purity at this time, just make do. According to the safety standards of later generations, those who formulated combat drills at this time will have to be sentenced: the standard action of a soldier is to tear the gunpowder with his teeth and load it with lead bullets in his mouth, because Otherwise, someone would always rush in and stuff the lead bullet first and then the gunpowder.

After packing their bags, the group of soldiers, who were mumbling and making normal complaints, quickly boarded the ship.

They had set sail at night, and they didn't know where they were going. Fortunately, as Marines, they were used to taking ships, so at least they wouldn't vomit easily.

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

After getting ashore in a small boat, all kinds of messy engineering tools were also brought up.

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

Zhao Lisheng praised his partner, and Ergou smiled and said: "Nonsense, the imperial court also knows how to settle accounts. How much does it cost to raise one of our soldiers? How much does it cost to raise those government soldiers who don't even get paid if they don't fight? The matter of resisting the front line will not be let go. Let’s go.”

"Then where is this?"

Ergou still smiled and said: "These foreign names are so messed up. I'll just tell you where they are, as if you know them. You only know Ceylon and Northern Jiangsu, and you don't know the names of the rest of the places. Anyway, I know, this designation is not Ceylon..."