In the afternoon, the countryside is leisurely at the end of the farming season, the old people are basking in the sun, the children are chasing and playing, and the skilled people are busy helping the village to renovate the houses and add furniture, and everyone is full of laughter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a small village in the Satsuma Domain, not far from the sea.

The village elder sat in front of the door, looking at everything in front of him, and thinking of the horrific scenes of the previous war, and his heart was full of emotion.

Although the autumn tax is very heavy now, after paying the tax, the remaining grain plus some wild vegetables, tree bark, and some fish, can barely survive, as long as there is no war, the common people can still find a way to keep themselves from starving.

The sound of galloping horses' hooves broke the silence of the countryside, and experienced old people knew that this was the cavalry of the brigade galloping, although I don't know which adult's flag, but to make such a loud noise, it was definitely a very large team.

The old people hurriedly beckoned the whole village to go home and take shelter, and they must not collide with the samurai adults.

At the same time, under the command of the village elder, a red ribbon was tied to a tree on the hillside in the distance, which was a signal to the women who were collecting wild vegetables and bark on the mountain outside the village, and when they returned to the village, they would know that the village was not safe and would take shelter for a while.

And the rest of the women in the village all hid in their houses and did not dare to make a sound.

This is the village elder, who has lived in the war for most of his life, and can make a little limited arrangement for the village, and the rest can only be left to fate, hoping that this is just an army passing by, and will not discover the hidden village here.

Zhao Qingyu controlled the war horse with his feet, and his free hands held a map, carefully identifying it on the bumpy back of the horse, "The map shows that there should be a small village here, why haven't you seen it yet." Zhao Qingyu was a little anxious.

This time it was a long-distance attack on enemy territory, and there was no room for the slightest mistake, and if he took the wrong path, he would not only let his men fall into the enemy's encirclement, but also disrupt the general's battle plan.

Looking carefully, Zhao Qingyu found that something was wrong, the village on the map was next to the main road, but there was actually a winding path marked, what was going on? There are no paths here.

But as his eyes swept to the gap between the two hills, he smiled, the grass there was not growing right, although the weeds in the middle were still very dense, but on the gentle slope of one of the hills, there were still traces of human walking for a long time.

Zhao Qingyu took the lead and galloped there.

After turning a corner, the eyes suddenly opened up. A village came into view.

"Yo, this terrain is a bit interesting, if it weren't for the map provided by the Eagle Falcon reconnaissance, I'm afraid it would be difficult for outsiders to find here."

After seeing the village that appeared in front of him, Zhao Qingyu made a gesture.

The herald immediately picked up the brass trumpet and blew a long syllable.

The horse team slowed down and eventually came to a halt outside the village.

Zhao Qingyu gestured with his right hand again, and all of them immediately dismounted and stood guard, with 1 platoon and 1 squad as the vanguard, and the two teams alternately covered the entry into the village.

After a while, the village elder trembled and walked out with a few young men dressed in tatters and carrying a few bags of grain.

The village elder looked at the more than 100 people in front of him, and there were at least 3 horses per person, and he felt a chill in his heart, where did the samurai come from was so extravagant and lived for so long, and it was the first time he saw this situation, I am afraid that something was going to happen, the war of the samurai lords had nothing to do with their own village, but as soon as the war started, I am afraid that I would not be able to help myself.

"Master Samurai, the little ones are willing to give some military rations to the adults, and please ask the lord to be gracious." As he spoke, he fell to his knees and kowtowed.

The interpreter translated the words of the village elder on the side, although the words were not fully spoken, but Zhao Qingyu understood the meaning of the old man's words, it seems that this is another person who has survived the war era.

Looking at the old man's face, Zhao Qingyu was also uncomfortable, gently helped the old man up, and asked the interpreter to tell the village old man that he didn't need rice, and asked him to take out all the beans in the village.

When the old man was helped up, he couldn't believe it, how could there be such a good-tempered samurai in the world? He actually came over to help himself a pariah, and after hearing the words of the interpreter, he felt that he was thinking too much, and he was still as greedy as other samurai, but he didn't dare to disobey these "samurai lords" at all, so he had to obey his orders and ask a few young men to go back and bring the beans here.

When the things were moved, the village elders waited tremblingly for the next decision of the "samurai masters", and kept praying to the gods and Buddhas in their hearts that these "samurai masters" should not be beastly and go into the village to harm the girls and even slaughter the village.

Zhao Qingyu didn't have time to pay attention to the thoughts of the village elder, so he ordered the logistics non-commissioned officer in the company to come up and weigh the bean material, and then stuffed 6 silver dollars minted by himself to the village elder according to the market price.

The silver dollar is pressed with a machine that presses the medallion, and the front is printed with one or two Chinese characters, and on the back is the image of a falcon soaring with wings, and on the edge there is a gear-shaped mark to prevent others from scraping the silver with a file.

Originally, the price of one tael of silver traded by the private sector was the best silver made by the government, and other silver of bad quality should be added to the fire consumption and give some more price difference.

The silver dollar minted by Chen Xin, although one is also one or two, and it is also grandly printed with one or two big characters, but the actual silver is only seventy percent, and the remaining thirty percent is other metals.

In this era, the important commercial cities of the Ming Dynasty could have the technology to identify the incorrect fineness of the silver dollar, but in other places, it was absolutely impossible to detect it in the Wa Kingdom, North Korea, etc.

When the amount of this kind of silver dollar is used in the future, it will automatically flow from the people into the Ming Dynasty, and when the time comes, this kind of convenient and fast silver dollar, I am afraid that those merchants will suffer a little loss and will endure it.

After all, compared to the convenience brought by the silver dollar, this little bit of wear and tear is nothing.

In this way, when Chen Xin's forces were trading, every silver dollar minted would net thirty percent of the gross profit, which was simply sitting at home and counting money.

After handing over the silver dollar, Zhao Qingyu immediately began to beckon the officers and soldiers to get busy.

"All of them took turns feeding the horses and eating, fast, fast, fast, all acting, moving their muscles and bones."

The village elder took the dark silver dollar, and quietly pinched himself in disbelief.

It hurts.

This is not a dream, these samurai masters are really different, and they actually pay silver for military rations.

Although I have never seen such a round sheet pattern of silver with a pattern, if you look at the fineness, you can tell that it is definitely the best silver.

With a further weight, the six round cakes weighed almost half a pound.

In my heart, I estimated it according to the market price outside, hey, I actually gave a lot more, how many grains can I buy this time, and no one in the village will starve to death this year.

The Buddha appeared, and the village elder grabbed the silver dollar excitedly, closed his eyes and silently thanked the god and Buddha just now.

But when he opened his eyes again, he was stunned that these "samurai masters" actually took good beans to feed the horses, and their mouths opened, and in the end the village elders still did not dare to say anything.

Although the samurai lord has a good temper, the Buddha may also appear to help the village, but he can't get an inch, the old man bought beans, how to use it, that's the old man's business, not something he can intervene in.

To the surprise of the village elders, the horses were eating the best beans, but these samurai lords were actually nibbling on dry and hard multigrain cakes.

The village elder sighed again, "It's really strange that there are many things every year, especially this year." ”

In fact, the so-called dry and hard mixed bread that the village elder saw was the military rations researched by Xuan Jun based on books such as "Qi Min's Technique" and "Wubei Zhi".

There are many different models.

Rations No. 1 are the general rations of military rations when stationed;

Ration No. 2 is an extra ration on weekdays;

Rations No. 3 are emergency rations;

Rations No. 4 are combat rations for marching or fighting;

Ration No. 5 was a special ration when marching or fighting.

Zhao Qingyu's 1st Company ate the "long-distance attack combat ration package" with No. 4 as the main and No. 5 as the auxiliary, and a small amount of No. 3 as the supplement.

What everyone eats now, it doesn't look good, it's the No. 4 ration, and the main ingredient is made of high-quality polished rice, processed through a long time and multiple processes. There is also a small portion of seasoning and a small piece of vinegar cake to help digestion and reduce the occurrence of soil and water adaptation.

In addition to this "compressed dry food" type of ration No. 4 to fill their stomachs, each person was also given a "ration pack No. 5".

Inside the No. 5 ration pack is a "compressed meatloaf", which is made of nutritious meat, ground into powder, stirred in boiling water, and pressed. It also comes with a piece of pickle to season and replenish the salt.

A small amount of Emergency Response Rations No. 3, which is distributed directly to individuals, is used to deal with special situations, and it mainly contains cheese and ghee made from mare's milk, goat's milk, cow's milk, and other animal milk that can be collected, which is rich in calories and can ensure that the fighters are in combat condition for 7 days under extreme conditions, or a minimum survival guarantee of 1 month.

In addition, the officer's "No. 3 ration package" also has some candies, raisins, tea powder and other things, which are not in large quantities, but are only used as officers' benefits to boost morale.

Originally, military rations were supposed to be soaked in hot water and eaten, but in an emergency like the current one, they can be swallowed in small gulps of water.

War horses can also eat this kind of rations, but the officers of the 1st Company of the Ranger to the soldiers, cherish the war horses, and are unwilling to let them be wronged, after all, this kind of ration is eaten, there will be some bloating, inconvenient to go to the toilet and other shortcomings, war horses are the most important combat partners of the cavalry, and the cavalry would rather suffer themselves than let the war horses have a little problem.

"Pay attention, everyone must be ready, after this repair, we don't have such a good chance, and it won't take more than two quarters of an hour to start a battle with the first target, and solve all the problems that should be solved for me."

Seeing that everything was almost resolved, after the gathering, Zhao Qingyu made the last battle briefing.

"Our mission is to attack several outer castles in the northern area of Kagoshima Castle, the first target, where about 200 so-called samurai are gathered, remembering our superiority, mobile and long-range fire strikes, this operation is mainly to kill and injure the enemy's living forces, absolutely not to fall in love, not to attack strong fortresses. Do you understand? ”

"Understood."

Zhao Qingyu nodded with satisfaction, and then called out the number of his own troops, "Ranger." ”

Everyone responded in unison, "Be a pioneer." "The sound shook like thunder, resounding in all directions.

"Let's go."

The village elder, who had been observing this army from a distance, watched the 1st Company of Rangers beat their horses out of the village, and a fine light appeared in his eyes, and he muttered, "There are only a hundred samurai, and the military power is so majestic, it seems that the Satsuma Domain is about to change." ”

The little grandson looked at the white clouds of various shapes in the sky on the side, and said in a milky voice, "Grandpa, if the sky changes, what will it become?" Will it turn into a rabbit? The rabbit meat from last time was so delicious. ”

Listening to the innocent words of the little grandson, the old man laughed heartily, and the sound of silver dollars hitting sounded in his arms, the old man paused for a moment, and then continued to laugh, "It may be better, after all, if you are willing to pay when you are fighting, the master of these samurai will not be bad people." ”

Then he silently added, "Hope." ”