When Hikten was desperately chewing on the hard dried fish, he heard someone next to him say to him: "You have finished eating your fried noodles, or do you think the fried noodles are not delicious?" ”

Putting down the dried fish in his hand, Hikten looked up and found that the person who spoke was the warrior of the Far Eastern Tribes who had whipped him just now, and he hurriedly tried to stand up, but was held down by a pair of large hands.

Hikten smiled embarrassedly and said, "The fried noodles are delicious, I want to take them home and eat them for my parents, my younger brothers and sisters." ”

"Silly boy, you came to help us fight in the Far East, and I can still lose you. What's so delicious about fried noodles, after a few days, when we enter the grassland, we will let you eat beef and mutton every day, and you can share a few sheep after the war. ”

Hikten's eyes straightened when he heard the words of the indigenous militiaman. He asked excitedly, "Uncle, what you said is true?" ”

Seeing the other party's nod very affirmatively, he hurriedly found the bag of fried noodles and stuffed them into his mouth one by one. Laughing at the native cavalryman, he smiled and asked, "Boy, how old are you?" There's no one left in your tribe, so you've sent your half-grown child. ”

"Uncle, I'm coming by myself, my father broke his leg in the mountains, and now he's still lying in the birch shed, if I don't come, the food for the winter at home won't be enough. My younger siblings are still young, and I might as well go into the mountains by myself as my father. ”

The indigenous militiaman smiled and said, "After the battle, when your father's leg is healed, you will lead your family to the Far East." When you get to the Far East, you can get a wooden house, and you can survive even the cold winter. It's okay if you don't have food for wintering, and every family in the village will help you and come over. In our Far East, you don't have to worry about not being able to pay tribute, and no one is bullying you. ”

When Hikten heard this, he was immediately excited. But his face immediately fell again.

"Uncle, no. I have four younger siblings below me. Only my father and I can enter the mountains, and which tribe can accept us. ”

The indigenous militiaman smiled and rubbed Hikten's head, and laughed: "Silly boy, it's a good thing that you have more brothers and sisters, we in the Far East are willing to accept people with many children, and your brothers and sisters can enter the school after the age of six." When you enter our school in the Far East, you don't have to worry about food and clothing, and you don't have to spend a penny on your family. After a few years in the school, that is the Han people, and they will be able to have a great future in the future. ”

With that, he took out a packet of compressed biscuits from his pocket, stuffed them in Hickten's hand, and then turned to leave.

Leaving Hickten to sit there sluggishly, unable to digest the uncle's words for a while. To be honest, he was a little unconvinced. How can there be such a good thing in the world, his father and mother get up early every day and work at night, but when they go to the tribute handed over to the tribal leader, they eat tightly every winter.

Although Hickten didn't believe the uncle's words, he still longed for that kind of day for a long time.

These natives from various tribes in the Outer Northeast spent an afternoon here, and then they were dispersed and assigned to various militia brigades in the Outer Northeast. Hikten was led to a camp in the military camp by a few warriors from the Far East, along with two dozen natives from different tribes. A platoon was formed and a tent was settled.

This platoon also has two platoon leaders and deputy platoon leaders, as well as six squad leaders and deputy squad leaders. All are made up of veteran Outer Northeast indigenous militia members who will jointly manage this temporary militia platoon. Although there was no blanket in the tent, the floor was covered with a layer of felt.

That night, Hikten slept very soundly here, the felt was warm and soft, and the tent was able to keep out the cold wind of the early spring night. It's a hundred times stronger than his birch shed. The Far East is so generous that there are several thousand such tents in the surrounding camps.

The next day, Hikten was kicked up early by the two squad leaders, and then led them to dinner. Stunned Hikten, isn't it freshly made fried noodles? Why do you still eat?

Hundreds of cauldrons were placed side by side on the camp's playground, steaming hot, and the whole camp was filled with an enticing aroma. Next to the cauldron are large wooden barrels containing spiky potatoes.

Hikten lined up at the back of the long line, drooling incessantly, his eyes fixed on the cauldrons in front of him. Finally lined up in Hikten, where several indigenous militiamen put together a set of cutlery, including a large rough wooden bowl, tray, and spoon.

He carried a large bowl full of porridge with bud rice ballast, four potatoes bigger than a fist, and a few salted radish strips. Hickten found a place with few people to sit on the ground and devoured it.

The meal was full and fragrant, and the four potatoes were not peeled, and they quickly entered his stomach. He patted his stomach, as long as he could eat enough every day, he hoped that this battle would continue forever.

After eating, the squad leaders of each temporary militia platoon began to train these natives from major tribes, which is nothing more than emphasizing battlefield discipline and various precautions on the battlefield.

When it came to the distribution of the spoils, all the natives were blinded. It turned out that in the Far East, the principle of distribution of loot was that 20% of the materials captured by the combat unit were 20 percent, that is, the more you captured, the more you will be distributed, and if you did not fight in the steppe, then sorry, you will not have any loot.

Hearing the principle of distribution of the spoils of the Far Eastern Company, all the natives were red, what is the seizure, isn't it just looting, everyone will do this. Wars between tribes are not about plundering each other, and everyone has experienced this.

It's just that when you fight for the leader of the tribe, and all the spoils of war belong to the tribe leader, the leader of the tribe will exempt the warriors from paying tribute, or reward you with some food. But the Far East is different, as long as you can fight, no matter how much loot you capture, you can get a reward of 20%.

In the Far East, there are more than a dozen reward standards such as rewards for killing enemies, rewards for prisoners, and rewards for meritorious service on the battlefield. In short, for the Far East, as long as you have the ability, are not afraid of death, and are lucky, you may be developed in a battle.

And as long as you fight for the Far East, three full meals a day must be guaranteed, all of which are responsible for the Far East, and the injured will be treated, and the disabled will receive a settling-in allowance. If you die in battle, Far East will collect your body and send it to your home, and will also give your family a burial pension.

These natives from the tribes of the Outer Northeast were all excited to hear that the treatment of fighting for the Far East was so lucrative. In the past, they didn't help the leaders of the tribe fight, and it would be good to be able to reduce some tribute when they died, or get some condolences from Weibo.

They believe that the Far East can do what it says, as a mountain of various materials piled up in several camps, they can see it with their own eyes, as well as the meal they ate this morning, the five parts show that the Far East is very tyrant and very generous. (To be continued......)

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