The patrol squad of a platoon of the cavalry division was dragged into the yurt of their own house by the enthusiastic herdsmen, and each of them was surrounded by a group of big girls and little daughters-in-law.

The yurt was quickly overrun by a group of Mongolian women, and the Mongolian men left one after another, never to be seen. The soldiers of these cavalry divisions of the Far Eastern Army had to face these wolf-like Mongol women alone.

This scene is simply a little fresh meat falling into the Pansi Cave, which can withstand the ravages of these passionate Mongolian women, and in less than a while, including Li Shanhe, he is basically stunned.

Li Shanhe sat there disheveled, his trouser belt had long been untied by that girl, and he didn't know how many hands had reached into his crotch, and he was rubbed so much that he was almost bald.

He is a teenager who has never been in the world, how can he endure such torture, and he doesn't know when he will disarm, making his crotch sticky, as uncomfortable as he is.

This also caused a group of Mongolian women in the yurt to burst into laughter, and they ran out of the yurt, then brought a large wooden bucket and poured it full of hot water, and then stripped the chickens to fine and began to scrub them.

In the meantime, there was another inhumane ravage, and Li Shanhe didn't know whether it was happiness or pain, anyway, they were like puppets and let these Mongolian women clean it up.

The bath was unusually long, their clothes had been washed, and then someone was in charge of drying them over a fire, and they were changed into the clothes of Mongolian men. It was already afternoon after the busy work, and the Mongolian herdsmen also walked into the yurt in time. Chatting and farting with the soldiers of the Far Eastern Army, without mentioning where he had just gone.

In order to entertain these fighters of the Far Eastern Army, the nomadic brigade specially prepared a sumptuous dinner. Roasted whole lamb, hand-handled meat and other main dishes, as well as a variety of traditional foods from the grassland. Of course, the Far East's bud valley spirits are indispensable.

The head of the nomadic brigade personally accompanied him, and toasted Li Shanhe and the soldiers cup by cup. The higher-level leaders stipulated that the toast of the Mongolian herdsmen must not be refused, so Li Shanhe and they simply fought hard.

The dinner went on for a short while. Li Shanhe and a group of young warriors were all drunk and carried to yurts one by one.

Although Li Shanhe was very drunk, his consciousness was still relatively sober. I vividly remember the lambskin cover that had just been sent into the yurt. Immediately after that, several figures entered the yurt in the dark, and then there was a sound of rustling.

Then a few fleshy bodies got into Li Shanhe's lambskin futon and crowded around him hotly. The next scene made Li Shanhe unforgettable for the rest of his life, and it also announced a boy chicken. Became a real man on this night.

The cavalry division of the Northwest Field Army during the training in the Northwest Field Outside. Countless boy chickens ended their virgin careers in the yurts of the grassroots Mongolian nomadic detachments around the troops' station.

But the process is often pushed back by many Mongolian women, and the ending is very tragic. A bunch of pink and tender little fresh meat, in a state of pain and happiness, became a real man in a daze.

Therefore, several nomadic detachments near the field training camp of the four newly built cavalry divisions of the Northwest Field Army were also jokingly called the Broken Detachment by the Far Eastern Army. As long as you dare to spend the night in the local area, you will definitely not be able to escape their poisonous hands.

So the officers and soldiers of the Far East stationed in the steppes of the Outer Northwest for training. These nomadic detachments are also jokingly called "broken detachments".

Before dawn the next day, Li Shanhe woke up, this night he was damaged by the scourge, although he had been training in the army for many years, but at this time his waist was about to break, and his legs were weak.

And I was a little bit irrigated by a group of herdsmen last night, and now my brain still hurts. He pushed away the arms and thighs that were on top of him, desperately trying to break free from the fleshy body.

But before he could get up, he was pulled down again, and then several hands also reached over, pressing Li Shanhe to the ground, and a group of Mongolian women like wolves and tigers pounced one after another.

It was another ravage, and it wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that a few Mongolian women let him go. Li Shanhe walked out of the yurt with black eyes and found that there were many herdsmen around the yurt, which made Li Shanhe's face red.

The captain of the nomadic brigade laughed and took Li Shanhe's arm, and then led him into another yurt. After drinking a few bowls of milk tea one after another, Li Shanhe regained some strength.

The other fighters of the patrol team, like him, were tortured by a group of Mongolian women. Fortunately, they are all strong young men of the right age, and tens of thousands of milk tea have eased up a lot.

Li Shanhe and the patrol team ate another hearty meal of hand-handed mutton before the whole team left the nomadic brigade. All the herdsmen of the nomadic brigade stepped out of their tents and saw off the officers and men of the unit in the icy cold wind.

Li Shanhe and the soldiers of the patrol team regained their heroic posture at this time, which made the Mongolian women around them look obsessed, and their eyes swept back and forth in the queue, looking for the man who had spent the night with them last night.

The soldiers took up their equipment and stood solemnly, and with Li Shanhe's command, the soldiers walked towards the vast snowfield in the distance.

At this moment, the whole grassland has become a world of snow, and this vast, snow-covered grassland is like a silent sea. Pale, monotonous, cold, distant and vast.

Li Shanhe and the soldiers of the patrol team trekked the vast snowfield, although after a night of tossing, everyone's emotions were very full. A group of warriors who had just become men were still remembering the madness of last night, a night they would never forget.

After several hours of difficult marching, Li Shanhe and the patrol team finally returned to the station.

This is the garrison of the 5th Cavalry Division and the 1st Brigade, and the barracks of the troops are very large, and they are enclosed into a huge barracks with simple wooden fences. Thanks to the efforts of thousands of officers and soldiers, the entire camp has been leveled.

On the playground in the distance, thousands of officers and men of the unit were nervously training. The whole camp is clean and solemn, and even the snow that has accumulated around it has been trimmed into a uniform shape, which makes people feel very oppressive.

There are also several wooden watchtowers around the camp, and in the camp are neat rows of cold tents used for field training, brigade headquarters, warehouses, horse rings, playgrounds, wireless communication receiving towers, and a device for providing ground instructions for airships, as well as a mooring post for airships taking off and landing.

The six cavalry divisions of the Northwest Field Army will all take part in the Far Eastern Army's attack on the Kazakh Khanate next year. So in the past few months, several cavalry divisions have been training hard even in such a harsh winter. (To be continued.) )