The herdsmen of the nomadic squadron who were relieving the disaster saw the relief troops led by Bagan and cheered excitedly. Since the beginning of the snow disaster, they have not closed their eyes for almost a few days and nights, and they have been going crazy to carry out disaster relief, but there are not many men, women and children in the squadron combined, and it is useless to face such a serious disaster.

A group of men, women, and children of this nomadic squadron stopped their work one after another and surrounded them with a "hula". The cadres of several squadrons led by him rushed directly to the front of Bagan and knelt down with a "poof".

"General, you're finally here...... Whining...... It's all over...... The cattle and sheep fodder are buried in the snow, woo ......"

When the other herdsmen heard this, they also knelt down and cried loudly.

Bagan was so angry that he kicked the squadron leader to the ground with one kick, and shouted loudly: "Cry...... I know how to cry...... Lao Tzu has already brought someone here, and you are still crying a fart......"

After scolding, he turned around and waved his hand behind him, and shouted loudly: "Jeddah, you take a brigade to stay behind to help them in disaster relief, you must act quickly, and go to other areas to continue disaster relief as soon as you are done." ”

After saying that, Bagan did not have any ink at all, and continued to lead the team to help walk the other nomadic squadrons in the vicinity. The headquarters of the militia brigade where Bagan is located is the closest to the disaster area, so the nomadic detachment he led was the first team to rush to the disaster area.

They rushed to the disaster area with great effort and found that the situation was even worse than expected. The main reason is that this snow disaster came so suddenly and on a large scale. In addition, the capture of the Western Advance Corps in this campaign was very large, and it could only be assigned to each nomadic detachment to take care of it, which made the number of cattle and sheep in each nomadic detachment in the northwest region increase several times.

In the aftermath of the snowstorm, the nomadic squadrons scattered throughout the country lost contact with their superiors. Heavy snow blocked the roads, and the speed of the march of the support teams that came from all over the country was also greatly affected, and they were simply too busy to rely on the various nomadic detachments to save themselves.

Although the day after the snow, the various air boat units rushed to the most affected areas. However, the airship unit can only send a small amount of supplies, and cannot solve other problems at all.

After a few days of hard marching, they were already exhausted. After arriving in the disaster area, they immediately threw themselves into the intense disaster relief, and their physical and mental state had reached the limit.

But to the relief of Na Ritu and all the winter training prisoners, all the officers and men of the Far Eastern Army, including Bagan, are also fighting on the front line of disaster relief every day, just like them. Especially the big general who led the team, this guy is very fierce, but he is always busy with them and does more than anyone else.

The herdsmen on the grassland have seen the "white plague" on the grassland, and whenever the snow disaster comes, all the herdsmen on the grassland will resign themselves to their fate and pray for the blessing of immortality. But every time they waited, a large number of cattle and sheep died and relatives left.

Nayan on the grassland doesn't care about them, the low-level herdsmen. Not to mention disaster relief, even when their families starved to death, Nayan on the grassland would not frown, even if they had more cattle and sheep, they would not use them to help the low-level herdsmen in the tribe, watching a large number of old people and children starve to death.

But now this mighty Far Eastern Tribe. When the road was closed by heavy snow, people would be sent to brave the severe cold and come from all over the country to rescue the herdsmen of the tribe.

This made them a little shocked that day, the grassland pays attention to the survival of the fittest, and the people who can't survive the white plague in the grassland. Even if you're dead, it's not a big deal. No matter what time it is, don't expect others to help you, often after the end of the white plague, it is the beginning of the killing, and the whole grassland is bloody.

Now not only are there people helping the low-level herdsmen to relieve disasters, but also huge Shenzhou boats are constantly flying over their heads. Occasionally, a few ships will deliver relief supplies such as food, felt and tents.

In the face of such a large-scale disaster relief operation, they all felt warm in their hearts, most of them were the most bitter herdsmen on the grassland, whenever the white disaster raged, it was the beginning of the disaster, who cares about your life or death.

Therefore, Naritu and many herdsmen participated in the disaster relief operation every day, although they had already reached the limit, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered.

Often, people fall to the ground and fall asleep. But immediately he was carried to the tent by the people next to him, let him sleep well, and then woke up and continued to work.

That day, Tu hadn't closed his eyes for a day and a night, his eyelids were constantly dozing, and he would fall to the ground at any time. At this time, no one will be lazy, and the more cattle and sheep they rescue, the greater their chances of survival.

After all, they belonged to the herdsmen who had just been captured, and if the tribe ran out of food for wintering, they would be the first to starve. This is the rule of the steppe, and anyone in the tribe will have such thoughts. Then there are the old men and the children, and finally the young men, who want the tribe to survive, and everyone has to accept it calmly.

Just as Ritu was about to fall to the ground, someone suddenly shouted, "Someone is coming......"

When everyone heard the shouting, they all stopped what they were doing and looked into the distance. I saw a black dot appear on the horizon in the distance, growing larger and more numerous.

A large contingent of Far Eastern officers and soldiers walked in front of them on foot, numbering more than 10,000 people, and at the back of the procession there were several thousand sleigh wagons loaded with supplies.

They all looked like they were dusty, the edges of their fur hats and woolen hoods were covered with frost and ice slag, and all of them were tired on their faces, and they looked like they had arrived here in the starry night.

These people are obviously not ordinary herdsmen, their clothes and equipment are very luxurious, each of them is wearing a woolen cloak, high cowhide combat boots are very domineering, and they also wear a goggles to protect their eyes, which looks majestic.

As the password sounded, the long queue finally stopped. Although the officers and soldiers in the queue were not confused, they were still standing in place and waiting for follow-up orders. The whole team was solemn, like a rolling iron stream roaring, and then suddenly stopped.

The entire queue was silent, only the panting sound of the officers and soldiers "whirring", and there was an extremely oppressive atmosphere around them, which made them all overwhelmed.

That day Tu looked at the long queue blankly, but there was already a monstrous wave in his heart. These warriors of the Far East, even the elite of the most powerful Junggar royal tent in the steppe, cannot compare with them. He just stayed by for a while, and then he felt eerie all over his body, and even had difficulty breathing. (To be continued.) )

PS: I have something to do today, and I came back late, please forgive me