In the lower reaches of the Nenjiang River, a large number of young and strong prisoners, old and weak women and children from the three tribes of Zarat, Dulbert, and Golros were sent here and trained for more than a month.

Hikten sat on the grass by the river, biting a piece of grass in his mouth, and quietly looked at the river. He was in a very lost mood these days, because after the battle, he was going back to the tribe. What frustrated him the most was that he was wounded halfway through the battle and has been recuperating in the hospital in the rear.

When his father once fought with the tribe, he quit because he was injured halfway, so he didn't get a share of the spoils, which made him very depressed these days. I followed the Far East for more than two months, eating and sleeping well every day, and this life was like a dream. Seeing that he is about to go back, he may not be able to get much from the reward, so what can he do with the food for the winter at home.

"Boy, why are you sitting here?"

Hikten looked back and found that it was his platoon commander, so he quickly stood up and said, "It's nothing...... It's ......"

In the end, I was young, and I couldn't say what I was thinking in my heart, but I couldn't make up any lies in a hurry, and I couldn't say anything after talking for a long time. The platoon commander was actually an indigenous militia belonging to the Far East, and because he was old, he was not selected into the main cavalry regiment.

For more than two months, Hikten's cousin Xiàn was very brave, this kid gave up his life in order to gather food for his family to survive the winter. Not only him, but all the natives of the other tribes were desperate as if they were crazy. Just because there is a pension for fighting for the Far East.

The instructors of the Far Eastern tribe all said that if they died on the battlefield fighting for the Far East, the Far East would take their families to the Far East, and not only would they receive pensions. can also send the children of the family to the school, and they are Han people when they leave the school.

In the Outer Northeast, the most valuable thing is human life. If you die fighting for the tribe, you will die, and when you meet a leader with a black heart, you can even rob your wife and daughter. I didn't expect to fight for the Far East, and my family would still be taken care of by the Far East after I died.

So Hikten also tried his best, but when he was sweeping the grassland, he was hit by an arrow in the shoulder. was sent to the hospital in the rear, for which Hikten cried aggrievedly for a long time, if there is no war, there will be no military industry, and there will be no distribution of spoils. It's better to shoot an arrow and die on the battlefield, at least the family can be picked up by the Far East.

made the people in the hospital cry and laugh, and talked to him repeatedly for a long time before he was calmed down. Only then did Hikten know that being wounded in the Far East was an honorable thing and equally rewarded. And you can also get a medal for bravery.

Hickten didn't care about the medal, he cared about the reward for being wounded. In the days when he was recuperating from his injuries, he didn't think about anything else every day, just thinking about what reward he could get.

The platoon commander sat down on the grass by the river and waved his hand for Hikten to sit down as well. He liked this taciturn half-grown boy very much, and he fought very bravely, especially the harpoon in his hand, which was so accurate.

"Homesick, right?"

Hickten shook his head. He nodded hurriedly. Then Han smiled and asked, "Uncle, what reward can I get for being injured?" ”

The platoon commander touched his forehead. He smiled bitterly: "You kid is still finished, you have asked this little more than a hundred times, you just wait, we can still send you in the Far East." What's that reward, you can get the Medal of Bravery and that's a good thing. I still wish I could be shot with an arrow. You can also go back with a new medal. ”

Hickten slandered in his heart, feeling that you are from the Far East, and do not care about the food for wintering, and his father has been lying in a birch bark shed for several months, and the family is all pointing to his reward this time. If this time he doesn't bring enough food. This winter, some of my brothers and sisters will starve to death.

Thinking of this, he plucked up his courage and said, "Uncle, I'm ...... If I can't bring food back, our family won't have enough food for the winter, and my family is waiting for me to finish the battle and return with a reward. ”

The platoon commander listened to him and looked at him blankly, like a fool. Stunned Hikten, he hurriedly said, "Uncle, don't be angry, I won't ask." ”

"You kid is stupid, your military exploits before you were wounded, plus the distribution of loot, your family's food for a few winters is enough."

Hikten listened to the platoon commander's words and was a little confused. His mind was a bit of a mess right now, and he decided to give it a go. He asked strangely: "Uncle, I was wounded, and I didn't fight those battles later, how can I still share the spoils." ”

The platoon commander was so angry that he hit Hikten on the head, and scolded with a smile: "Who said that if you are wounded, you will share the spoils, and who said that if you are injured halfway, you will not count military merits?" ”

"I ...... I listened to my dad......"

Before he could finish his sentence, his head hit him again. The platoon commander was amused by Hick, he took a breath, and then said: "Fighting with us in the Far East, it is glorious to be wounded, it is a hero to die in battle, and the spoils of war are more than others. ”

Hickten was stunned for a moment, and a great surprise ensued. He smiled and said, "That's great, uncle...... Why don't you sue me......"

The platoon commander was so angry that he gave him another look and said, "You didn't even ask me, you ask me about the reward every day, do you still need me to sue you." Besides, if you are wounded, you will get a medal of bravery for our Far East, and with this thing, you can bring your family to our Far East. ”

"Ah......h

This time Hickten was already dumbfounded, a series of surprises smashed him into a daze, he had not eaten and slept well these days, and his hair was almost gray. He is young and honest, and he doesn't dare to talk to others, so he has been holding it in his heart, and he has been living such a grievance.

The food for wintering in his own house is not worried, and Hikten is like a different person, chasing the platoon commander's ass to ask about the Far East, annoying his platoon commander, he can't get rid of it, and he regrets it in his heart It's better not to tell him.

A few days later, all the combat missions of the Eastern Corps were over, and the commander of the corps, Qiang Quansheng, organized a post-war summary meeting. Meritorious personnel of the various units were commended, and trophies were distributed.

For his heroic wounds in battle, Hikten was awarded the Order of Far Eastern Valor, and was given a share of the spoils in accordance with the regulations on military merit and the distribution of spoils. The spoils of war were distributed not in kind, but to each soldier and militia stamp.

All the officers and soldiers and militiamen who participated in the war could go to the trophy exchange center and exchange their military merit tickets for their own loot. The Loot Exchange Center was established by the company's Ministry of Commerce, and they were responsible for the statistics of the loot, so they set up a Trophy Exchange Center.

The center of the war loot was set up in a huge camp, which was like a large market, with cattle and sheep, horses, leather felt, grain jerky, war knives, bows and arrows, leather armor and war boots, horse harnesses and carriages, and other trophies stolen from the Mongols.

Of course, there are also small goods produced in the Far East, which are of a dizzying variety and variety. Matches, soap, mosquito coils, hardware tools, silk cloth, carpet curtains, glass mirrors, glass jewelry, beautiful silk scarves, colorful bed sheets, anyway, the idea of the Ministry of Commerce is to hope that the natives will exchange these things, cattle, sheep and horses or anything as much as possible. (To be continued......)

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