For the next two months, Naritu began to conduct a hellish winter training in the winter training camp. The daily training is extremely heavy, and when I wake up in the morning, I have to go outside the camp to run a five-kilometer cross-country.

The Mongolian prisoners gritted their teeth and ran desperately on the prescribed route, and there were many instructors on war horses patrolling around, and the Mongolian prisoners participating in the training ran as they wanted, anyway, they arrived at the specified time, and they didn't have to think about breakfast, and they had to run again.

Even if you want to take the opportunity to escape from here, no one cares about you, but if you run out, don't think about coming back. Of course, no one will do this at all, and if a person wants to survive a few months of winter on the grassland, then he is looking for death.

Training during the day is even more cruel, the whole day is full of ten hours, except for half an hour of eating at noon, the rest of the time is all kinds of walking, walking, practicing and practicing, mainly queue and physical training. In the evenings, I also have to learn Chinese, memorize rules, and have a full range of political and ideological education.

The instructors who trained them were very fierce, and if they made the slightest mistake in training, they had to be cleaned up immediately, and if they did it lightly, they would be scolded, kicked, and beaten if they committed it again, and if they committed it again, they would be whipped, and the most ruthless thing was that they would not be allowed to eat if they were hungry.

These miserable people on the grassland, with thick skin and thick skin, and thicker skin, are scolded and beaten really not very seriously, but if they are hungry, they will have to die. Now it's three meals a day, and it's still coarse grains, but it's still full.

The new tribe also gave them cotton clothes and trousers, hats, gloves and shoes, as well as a piece of felt and a new quilt for each person. Moxi Mongolia is located in a remote area, and the south of the desert, the north of the grassland is different, because of the frequent proximity to the Central Plains, every year there are a large number of Ming merchants, through mutual market and smuggling, there will often be a large number of caravans to the grassland.

But there are many aspects here in Moxi Mongolia. It's still very primitive. The low-level herdsmen of the Moxi Mongolian tribes, who are nomadic in the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains, have never seen such a good thing.

Compared with other Mongolian torturers, Naritu's head is still bright, so after more than two months of training, he has done well in all aspects, except for a lot of beatings and scolding at the beginning. Later, it was basically gone.

Like other Mongolian herders, his favorite activity during the winter training is political and ideological education. He participated in a lot of activities such as the grievance meeting and the Nayan criticism meeting, and every time the blood on his body was almost boiling.

It was the first time that Ritu had lived for more than 20 years and was so excited. He had suffered so much before, and he had never looked for a reason, but now he finally knew. Why did he suffer so much, it was the exploitation of them by those nobles that made them live so hard.

If it weren't for those evil Nayan nobles, his family would not have starved to death in the White Plague. He will never forget the scene when his father, mother and younger siblings died alive in front of his eyes.

So in the following days, Naritu and countless low-level herdsmen in Moxi Mongolia have been reborn and changed, and they feel that they have pushed open a door. I saw a different world.

The enthusiasm for training in the whole winter training camp was also very high, although it was very hard and tiring. However, that day Tu and many Mongolian herdsmen were very active in the hard training every day, and actively participated in various vigorous political and ideological education activities carried out by the Far Eastern Company.

But the good days of more than two months were not enough, and it suddenly snowed one after another on the grassland. The winter training camp where Naritu was located was also covered in a thick layer of snow, knee-deep snow. The Mongolian herdsmen in the camp all became worried.

The most terrible "white plague" on the grassland is coming, and every time the "white plague" arrives in the past, it means that many people in the tribe will starve to death, the elderly and children. Even the young and strong could not survive this long and harsh winter.

A large number of cattle, sheep and horses will also starve to death and freeze to death, so at this time, the low-level herdsmen in the tribe will helplessly wait for the favor of the immortal heaven, praying that they can survive. But their prayers are often exchanged for the death of relatives, cattle and sheep one after another, and starvation and cold will always accompany them until the arrival of spring.

Now they have just joined the new tribe, and according to the rules of the steppe, they are the first to starve to death. After all, such a serious "white plague", even if the new tribe is rich, it will not be able to support them.

The originally lively winter training camp became silent, and all the Mongolian herdsmen who participated in the winter training were full of worries every day, for fear of cutting off their food. After more than two months of eating, they really don't want to go hungry anymore.

Looking at the crazy raging "white-haired wind" outside the house, Ritu once again remembered the winter he had never wanted to recall, and a white disaster made him watch his family starve to death in front of him one by one.

While a group of Mongol captives were in fear every day, the snowstorm that had been raging for three days finally stopped. The sky after the snow is exceptionally blue, and the blue sky is as pure and beautiful as a wash.

Naritu and the people around him cheered, and the blizzard, which had been raging for three days, finally stopped. If it goes down like this for a few more days, none of the people in the camp will survive.

"Uh......h Woo......"

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded, and the Mongolian captives in the entire winter training camp subconsciously began to prepare, and that day Tu put on cotton clothes, cotton hats and gloves, stepped on knee-high snow, and came to the playground with all his might, and arranged the team according to the usual queue when they went out for exercise.

The whole process was very fast, although the playground was full of thick snow, but the results of more than two months of rigorous training were indeed obvious. Originally, a group of scattered tribal herdsmen in Moxi Mongolia had basic organizational discipline.

A stout officer of the Far Eastern Army led more than 100 officers and soldiers of the Far East to the front of their detachment. He glanced at them with a gloomy face, and then shouted in an extremely loud voice: "Lao Tzu's name is Bagen, and your detachment is now under Lao Tzu's control." My requirements are not high, I let you do whatever you want, you can do it, don't be uncomfortable, if anyone dares to be lazy, Lao Tzu will kill him. ”

Listening to the general's shout, Ritu couldn't help but get nervous. He had seen this guy on the other side, that is, he led a group of warriors to break through his tribe, this guy was very fierce at that time, and many of the tribe's cavalry had already dismounted and surrendered, but he was still killed by this guy.

The scene at that time still makes that day still have palpitations when I think about it.

"Okay, all units will go to get the supplies immediately, and they must act quickly...... Don't even ...... ink" (To be continued.) )