It was a gray dawn, and before the day dawned, the silence of the dawn was broken by the noise behind the wall.

When Sun Mingying, who was asleep in the tent, was kicked in the foot by the big fool, his sleepy eyes were still a little hazy. When he reacted, Sun Mingying found himself running wildly on the road with his comrades, and he couldn't even figure out how he ran out.

Because he ran too fast, most of his comrades-in-arms were out of breath. There was a bamboo lunch box around his waist, and the bucket hit the sapper's shovel with a rhythmic sound, and kept slapping his thigh. The backpack was constantly beating behind it, the fire gun on the shoulder was constantly jumping, and even the dogskin hat on the head was unstable.

When the big guys are running in line. Someone whispered to the side.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Hurry up, sir, let's run there."

"Run, run......"

The non-commissioned officers shouted loudly there.

When running in the snow, Sun Mingying felt that the thick snow always wanted to leave his feet on the ground.

He could only run with his comrades in the crowd, racking his brains to find out. He couldn't figure it out, but he knew that if he fell, he would be trampled under the feet of the people who rushed up from behind, so he could only follow the crowd and run forward.

The sun is slowly rising. Battalion after battalion came out of the ramparts, and then they surged forward like a tidal wave.

Sun Mingying, who is in this tide, can only go with the flow. He looked left and right as he lined up, and by this time the procession had surrounded him. Although he felt a little nervous. But he immediately understood that it was absolutely impossible to escape from this team, and the military discipline was as cold and ruthless as steel. restrained him and kept him motionless.

As the bugle sounded, the rapid snare drum beat began to change. The teams that were originally running began to form columns. On the snowy field, the tide immediately changed with the beat of the drum, and they immediately lined up in columns with the command of the drum.

While the soldiers were in formation, the officers and non-commissioned officers kept shouting loudly, and the line was constantly being straightened up, and the sun was shining on the ground. Military flags fluttered in the wind. Under the supervision of the officers and the command of the sergeants, the soldiers transformed the column into two horizontal columns during the march, and slowly walked forward with the rhythm of the drums under the hunting and fluttering military flags.

Sun Mingying, who was in the queue, may have been so nervous that he forgot the ice and snow under his feet, and his feet would always slow down, but everyone's speed didn't seem to be fast.

Just as Sun Mingying was adjusting his pace to ensure that he would not leave the team or drag everyone down, the cannon went off.

The sound of artillery in the distance made Sun Mingying even more nervous. His eyes were looking ahead, and in front of him was a red line. When the cannonballs in the air make a dull sound and hit the horizontal team in front, you will see a field of blood red flying on the snow. It's just a split second. That white snow would be stained with a bloody red.

Sun Mingying, who was advancing with the troops, was stunned by the scene in front of him. When he looked into the air, he was even horrified to see black dots flying in the distance. The speed of those black dots doesn't seem to be fast, but landing in the middle of the line always sets off a blood-red color.

At this time, the queue moving forward was so slow. The fighters in the queue simply ignored the shells that fell on them. They just marched forward to the rhythm of the drums, letting the shells fall on them.

As he marched along with the procession, Sun Mingying came across the corpse of a fallen comrade. He stared at the sky with his back to the sky. A red military uniform has a watermelon-sized hole in its chest, where blood is still gushing. Blood and red uniforms. When connected, you can't tell the difference at all.

The warriors disconnected from the queue and quietly avoided the corpse, not allowing him to interrupt the rhythm of the march. While bypassing the corpse, Sun Mingying glanced at the corpse on the ground. The wind stirred his beard as if a hand was running through it. Looking at the chest that was torn apart by the cannonball, at this time, he felt his heart beating violently, and he even had the idea of escaping.

The absurd thought clutched tightly, the corpse on the ground made him feel fear, he felt fear, he felt a cold on his back that he had never felt before, and even his legs felt his military pants become taut.

On the snowfield in the distance, Sun Mingying could see black horizontal teams, and the black horizontal teams were waiting for them there.

At this moment, he could even feel that countless pipes had stretched out of the black queue. Those people were waiting for them to come closer, and they would all be killed, killed on this snowy field.

He stared around, and Sun Mingying only saw his comrades there and continued to move forward, as if he didn't see death approaching them step by step.

While marching, the long horizontal column was divided into several groups by the terrain. Crossing the hurdle when they are integrated into the queue again. Sun Mingying saw that most of the comrades-in-arms around him were full of interest, as if they had been looking forward to it for a long time. Of course, there are also those who are cautious, walking there as if walking on thin ice.

Only a few veterans were able to move forward calmly and attentively, and they moved forward with full concentration. And under the command of the officers, they lined up again in a horizontal line, and from time to time commanded the comrades around them, so that they were lined up neatly.

But Sun Mingying felt fear, and he even felt that Xue Di wanted to suck his legs into the ground and prevent him from lifting his legs. When he felt as if his legs were being sucked by the snow, and he couldn't even lift them, he suddenly felt someone slap him. It was the platoon commander who was whipping him vigorously with his saber, and the platoon commander was shouting fiercely and viciously.

"Hurry up and keep up with the team, don't ink here."

Taking pictures made him speed up. After a while, the whole battalion stopped advancing for a moment as the bugle was remembered.

In front of them. The soldiers in a horizontal line were still shooting. White smoke from their guns can be seen here. Smoke rising from the pipe. It didn't take long for the queue to completely envelop it.

Standing here, despite the distance, he could still hear the bullets breaking through the air as they swept overhead.

Sou......

When that sound came, Sun Mingying couldn't help but shrink his head in fright, just when he looked left and right with some embarrassment.

"Build a breastwork."

The officer's order was given. The fighters who were standing there took out their sapper shovels one after another, and then got busy and piled the snow on the ground in front of them. In a few moments, they were tired of a thick wall of snow with snow and ice. The half-man-tall wall of snow, several feet thick, was enough to withstand bullets, and although the cannonballs could easily shred it, it was strong enough to withstand the bullets. With the protection of this chest, even if the occasional stray bullet hits, it will not cause them any damage.

If it weren't for winter, they would quickly dig a trench that could even avoid the threat of shells. But now they can only be behind the snow wall, and if a shell hits, it will immediately shredd, and tear the body of the soldier behind the wall.

While they were hiding from stray bullets here, on the battlefield, the sound of guns and cannons continued to come to their ears. Reminds them that the battle is underway.

As long as people go to the battlefield, they will be reborn. The battlefield will also test who is the real warrior. In the sound of guns. Those soldiers who went to war for the first time. It often seems a little overwhelmed. Even with the protection of the breastwork, they still looked terrified. The same is true of Sun Mingying, who went to the battlefield for the first time, his face was pale, and even when the commander asked him to eat, after taking out the biscuits, I don't know if it was because the biscuits were too dry to eat at all. Just looking at the biscuits, it's hard to swallow.

Compared to him, Wang Yushu, who had just been promoted to squad leader, seemed extremely calm, and he sat there indifferently and ate biscuits.

"These cookies are fucking hard, hard as bricks."

Every time he took a bite, Wang Yushu couldn't help but complain, and when he complained. The big fool was there and echoed.

"It's not his grandmother's hard biscuits, it's not like it wants to burst our teeth. Captain, you said that if you have a bowl of rice and a few sausages, how comfortable it must be, even salted fish! ”

Biscuits are the military rations of the Loyal Army, and this kind of biscuits made of wheat flour, soybean flour, soybean oil, salt, and sugar are not so much biscuits as compressed dry food. In fact, he was made by Zhu Mingzhong by borrowing compressed biscuits from later generations. Of course, its taste naturally cannot be compared with those compressed dry foods of later generations. Although it has a mediocre taste and is hard, it is easy to carry and can be stored for a long time. Therefore, from the moment he appeared, he was marching and fighting, and it was an indispensable dry food.

"I see that you are all full of food, even if this biscuit is hard, it is also food, I think when Lao Tzu was in the salt field, not to mention the biscuits, you can drink a few bowls of porridge every day, that is God blessed."

The bearded old Li Tou looked at them there, then held a biscuit in one hand and kneaded a snow ball with the other.

"Come on, come on, don't show off there, who doesn't know, your old Li Tou came out of the salt farm, and the world in Jiangbei is what you beat down......"

Looking at the veteran, Wang Yushu said with a smile.

"It's not that you don't know how to scold them, they are probably still scared here."

The reason why Wang Yushu pulled the topic to the biscuits was to relieve the tension of everyone, especially the tension of those recruits.

The squad leader's words made Sun Mingying's face blush and look at the biscuit in his hand. Hurriedly took a bite. Although it was a little difficult to swallow at first, he calmed down as he chewed and chewed.

Eating is always satisfying. It always relieves people's nervousness. Slowly, Sun Mingying forgot that he was on the battlefield. In the end, he even took out a stick of air-dried beef. Air-dried beef is the army after the recovery of Liaodong, only to increase the military food, this is the traditional military food of the Mongolians, easy to carry, and very nutritious, with beef marinated into the jerky can be long-term without spoiling.

The reason why Mongolian cattle from the steppe were purchased in large quantities to make air-dried beef and corned beef was to increase the variety of dry food for the marching army and ensure the nutrition of the soldiers, and secondly, to befriend the Mongols, and to strengthen the ties with Mongolia through this trade, paving the way for further rule over Mongolia in the future.

Of course, buying cattle and horses in large quantities would not cost much money, but would promote the development of industry and commerce in Jiangbei, where the Mongols needed silk, cotton cloth, tea, porcelain, iron pots, medicinal herbs, and other commodities brought by the Han Chinese. Compared to these relatively expensive commodities in Mongolia, the cattle they sell are cheap. It is precisely because of this that these soldiers have been able to eat the milk that is expensive in the mainland.

While Sun Mingying was chewing the air-dried beef, the aroma of the meat in his mouth made him concentrate on enjoying the food. Slowly, his whole body calmed down, no longer as nervous as before, no longer shrouded in fear as before, and he even joked with his comrades.

There was a laugh, and in a short time there was a burst of laughter from behind the snowy wall, and the officers welcomed these laughter, hoping that their soldiers would be as relaxed as possible at this time for the next battle.

"If you have nothing to do, eat an extra beef, you know, if it is not on the battlefield, if you dare to eat a bite, Lao Tzu will have to eat you ......"

Occasionally, the officers would laugh and joke with the soldiers, but they often focused their attention on the battlefield, the battlefield in front of them was not too big, nearly 200,000 troops on both sides were just crowded in a place that was only a few dozen miles square, hundreds of cannons on both sides were constantly ringing, and tens of thousands of guns were constantly firing in a volley.

In the air, hundreds of black iron bullets whistled through the sky, and if they unfortunately fell on the soldiers, they would tear the soldiers' bodies to pieces, and tens of thousands of scorching buckshot bullets flew sideways, and if you were not careful, perhaps a hapless soldier hundreds of feet away could also be hit and fall to the ground, although the probability of this was very small.

From the very beginning, the battle was extremely fierce, and this seemingly fierce battle was actually that both sides were testing each other, both were testing each other's loopholes, and they both knew very well that this battle was just beginning, and everyone might spend a morning testing each other and attacking each other.