Smoke soon lit up in the city, and a group of Menggu brothers from the grassland were especially good at setting fires, and Babala, as the main general, carried out Liu Hongji's order without discount.

In the evening, the smell of roasted meat had already begun to fill the air, and at the same time, the stewed horse meat and mutton that had just come out of the pot of the firehead army were also coldly received.

This happened during the last burning of the city, the military orders were like a mountain, and the soldiers did not have to say anything about the execution of the military orders, even if they dared to swing their knives against the Rakshasa civilians.

But eating is not a military order, smelling the smell in the air, many soldiers look at the stew in the bowl, and the food is tasteless.

"Don't eat? Made, it's all habitual! ”

Hearing what his subordinates said about the situation in the barracks, Liu Hong gradually threw the bones in his hand on the table and got up and went to the barracks.

It is extremely difficult to eat stew in these years, although the economic situation of the Ming Dynasty has eased, but it can only ensure that the soldiers are fed.

Meat is still a luxury, and only in this vast grassland can you eat an occasional meal, and most of them are military horses, cattle and sheep that have been killed or seriously injured.

Occasionally, I can gnaw on fragments of grenades and musket bullets from meat.

But there is no doubt that it is extremely difficult to supply nearly 100,000 people to eat meat and drink wine together, and now, many soldiers are not giving face.

"Is the meat poisonous?" Liu Hong gradually asked a young soldier who refused to eat.

The soldier shook his head, a little frightened, and knelt down in front of Liu Hongjian with a thud.

"Stand up and speak." Liu Hongjian couldn't see joy and sorrow on his face, and his voice was also very calm.

"Is the meat stew not delicious?" Liu Hongjian asked again.

The soldier shook his head again.

"Then why not eat it? After a day of fighting, is it possible that this body is made of iron? Liu Hong said angrily.

"Back to the prince, little one...... The small ones are eaten. ”

After the soldier finished speaking, he didn't even need chopsticks, grabbed a piece of meat from the bowl that had already cooled and stuffed it into his mouth, and after only two chews, his face became painful.

"Vomit—vomit—" The soldier spat out the half-chewed meat.

It was already dark, but the city was full of fire, and from time to time there were a few wails, and the smell of barbecue in the air became stronger.

"You are wasting food, you are really embarrassing our expeditionary force, come here, drag it down and beat twenty military sticks."

Seeing that Liu Hong's face darkened, Kuoduan immediately stood up, he knew this soldier, and it was because of this that he didn't want to cut off the soldier's future.

Although this is not Liu Hongji's order, it is a tacit decision of other generals with a strong sense of belonging.

He also hates iron and steel, in his opinion, smelling a little human flesh is an egg, and other human flesh has been eaten more than once, which is much more fragrant than horse meat and mutton in front of him.

"Well, no." Liu Hong gradually sighed and waved his hand.

He walked slowly through the barracks worriedly, and a group of guards followed him, and most of the soldiers who approached him hurriedly picked up the bowls in their hands and pretended to eat.

"I know why, because you can't eat meat, it means that you all have a good conscience, and this king is very pleased with this." Liu Hong gradually glanced at the soldiers around him, and said with a reluctant smile.

"Conscience is a precious quality in times of peace, but this is the time of war! We are nearly two thousand miles deep in the hinterland of the Rakshasa Kingdom! Liu Hong gradually raised his voice.

"If you don't eat, you don't need the Rakshasa soldiers to come, then the cold weather can kill you!

You know better than me how cruel the war is, either you die or I die, this king originally thought that you were used to it, but now it seems that it really disappoints me. Liu Hong gradually snatched a glass of wine from a soldier and drank it down.

"Conscience is not worth mentioning in war, but it can easily cost you your life, and this king does not 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 this is the only way that future generations will not have to endure war.

The rise of the empire always has to be paid by a generation, and if we don't pay, we can only pay by the younger generations, if we still refuse, then this nation deserves to be enslaved.

That's it, gone! Liu Hong gradually finished speaking, without hesitation, and walked straight towards the big tent.

"Look at your bear-like appearance, embarrass Lao Tzu, the prince hates iron but not steel!" Lu Haibo reprimanded again, flicked his sleeves, and gradually left with Liu Hong.

The soldier who had been reprimanded by Liu Hong before twitched his nose, picked up the half-eaten meat from the ground again, and chewed it with tears in his eyes.

As the saying goes, once it will eventually wither, in their minds, where have they seen a prince and a commander so careless, and which person in power cares about the feelings of their parents and children.

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

Heavenly Dao is incomplete, if someone is destined to bear it, then let yourself come, many soldiers silently picked up the meat in the bowl, chewed it like chewing wax, and then swallowed it raw.

……

"Jinyi Guardian, Moscow, the capital of the Rakshasa country, is now in chaos, several grand dukes and parliaments jointly issued a conscription order calling on the Rakshasas to join the army, and there are about sixty or seventy thousand regular troops currently serving in the Rakshasa country, and the combat power is a little worse than Vasily's army, but according to estimates, in the next two months, there will be a large number of Rakshasa people conscripted into the army, and the army of the Rakshasa country is likely to exceed 100,000 in a short period of time."

In the big tent, Chang Yu told Liu Hongjian and Baba and other generals about the latest situation in the Rakshasa Kingdom.

"Hmph, what kind of combat effectiveness do recruits have, it's just a bunch of chickens and dogs." Su Ketu snorted lightly and said disdainfully.

"Don't take it lightly, the Rakshasa people and the Menggu people are generally warriors when they step on a war horse, and we are deep in the hinterland, and we can't tolerate a single defeat." Gu Jiadao.

Although he is not a member of the military system, after all, he has served as a squire in the military department, and he has more insight into strategy and tactics than Suketu.

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

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

It's the middle of September, but the temperatures are already so low that we're about to face the coldest season in Western Siberia. ”

After Liu Hong finished speaking, everyone was silent, their understanding of the climate was limited to the northeast of the Ming Dynasty, and many soldiers had not served in the northeast province, but they also knew that the winter in the northeast was extremely cold.

Could it be that Western Siberia would be colder than the Northeast provinces?

Whether to fight, or wait until next year, is a question that must be put on the table.

Around midnight that night, the city of Chernog received the first snow of winter.

The wind, it's colder.

……

Carrying an AK to break into the Ming Dynasty