The wind howled for a long time, and the snow had covered the ground, and as far as the eye could see, the whole earth was white, and the snow on the ground had been frozen.

In the northwest of Shanxi in January, the wind is biting, and the sky is icy and snowy.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the new regiment was stationed in Xingjia Village.

Lao Zhao was carrying an oil lamp, and as soon as he went out, he was blown by the howling cold wind, his teeth trembled, he hurriedly shrunk his neck, tightened the gray coat changed from the devil army coat on his body, and then walked towards the left side of Xingjia Village.

On the left side of Xingjia Village, in a clearing near the cliff wall, there is a newly built thatched stable.

Broken sacks were mixed with thatched roofs, dilapidated ammunition boxes, walls made of gravel and dead tree trunks, and the walls were covered with a layer of broken sacks and canvas to protect them from the wind, and only a few good pieces of wood were used for the main beams.

Pushing open the rattan wooden door, Lao Zhao Tou walked into the thatched stable that had just been built.

Everyone is afraid of the cold, even if it is a hard-working mule, in this winter in the northwest of Jin is also shivering, from time to time is a piece of illness, and once the weather falls, it is difficult to stand up again, for this reason, Lao Zhao Tou specially rushed to build this stable, specially used to put a new group of mule team.

There were seventy-two mules in the group.

Lao Zhaotou, who was close to forty years old, endured the piercing pain between the knees of the old cold legs, and inspected them one by one.

In the center of the stable, there is the heart of Lao Zhaotou, not long ago, the twenty heads given by Chen Fan came from the system, and the full name is called the big mule of the military field transport mule.

Unlike the other mules, these twenty horses were larger, taller, stronger, and even their fur was unusually smooth and spotless, and their heads were more energetic, and their bodies were clean, and one of them was snorting, and his two thick lips were turning up and down, gnawing at the hay in the trough.

Okay, good····· With the help of the lantern in his hand, looking at the mule that was full of energy and eating, and then comparing it with the other short and thin mules who were listless on the side, Lao Zhao was relieved from the bottom of his heart.

With these smart, docile and capable mules, the transport capacity of the transport platoon has risen by at least several notches.

"Xiaowen" walked here, and Lao Zhao shouted.

"Hey, yes"

Inside the stable, in a haystack, a young warrior wrapped in a shabby cotton coat emerged from the thatch.

The new regiment lacked cotton clothes, quilts, and a few hundred or so warm military clothes that could only be provided to night patrols and night sentry posts.

Warm army coats are actually difficult to capture, and devils who go to the battlefield need to exercise vigorously, and they won't wear coats, unless they encounter a devil's transport team or warehouse base, it is difficult to get a devil's thick coat.

Moreover, Xingjia Village is not large, and it is difficult for the villagers to provide accommodation for the soldiers of the whole regiment, so more than 50 soldiers in the transport platoon can only live in stables.

Fortunately, the stable can be windproof, and although the thatch pile is not as good as the quilt, it can still keep warm, plus the stable is full of mules and horses, and the biothermal energy also makes the temperature of the stable much colder than the house, but the smell is not very friendly.

"Where's the others?" Holding the lantern, he looked at Xiaowen with a ruddy face, Xiaowen who was full of energy, and Lao Zhao was stunned.

The cold wind outside is howling more than 20 degrees below zero, staying in the thatched house at night, not even a slightly thicker quilt, just relying on a pile of dry thatch to keep warm, must have been frozen to the point that his face was blue and purple, before Lao Zhao Tou was on the kang in the house, covered with a quilt, and he was so cold that he was uncomfortable, why did this Xiao Li look warm and comfortable?

Even if Xiao Li is only twenty years old now, with a strong body and strong frost resistance, it is impossible to be so excessive, and the old Zhao Tou, who was also young and has carried the cold, feels that this is unreasonable.

"There..."

Xiaowen pointed to the inside of the stable.

Old Zhao Tou walked over with a lamp.

Through the faint light, Lao Zhao Tou saw that there was a large pile of dry thatch on the wall in the center of the stable, and more than a dozen of his precious mules were lying on the thatch, and their soft and smooth hair looked very comfortable.

Eye candy!

And the more than 50 fighters of the transport platoon were each curled up and attached to the mule, some of them were holding their necks, their faces were attached to their sideburns, some were leaning on their stomachs, some were simply curled up on their backs, each of them was wearing only a shabby cotton coat, and then covered with a thin blanket captured from the devil's puppet army, but everyone breathed smoothly and obviously slept warm and comfortable.

A big question mark appeared in Lao Zhaotou's mind.

Do you sleep with mules?

It is normal to keep warm with animals, in the past, when Lao Zhaotou was young, he went hunting with his father in the mountains, and often slept with the mountain dog at night, with the help of the dog's body temperature to keep warm.

But it's a dog, it's a human dog, this mule... Sleeping in my arms, I'm afraid I'll be kicked and fractured.

"It's very warm, and this mule is human, very docile, doesn't kick people, is very clean, and doesn't have any peculiar smell" Xiao Li saw the confusion of his platoon commander, scratched his head, and explained.

He shuddered as he spoke.

Ordinary mules are covered with dry fur, dirty and smelly, full of peculiar smell, and the temper is relatively short-tempered, can kick people, and they are afraid of dying by sleeping at night, but they are produced by the system, unreasonable, these twenty military field mules and horses, the fur is clean and tidy, smooth and supple,

Stunned for a moment, Lao Zhao Tou walked into the mule, and then stretched out his hand to touch the mule, the moment he touched, Lao Zhao Tou seemed to feel that he had touched the old cat at home when he was a child, and as if he had touched the warm quilt.

Opening his mouth and looking at the soldiers of the transport platoon who were sleeping soundly, Lao Zhao felt that he was more fond of the twenty mules and horses.

Transporting materials during the day, a horse can almost carry 400 catties of camels, and can run more than 100 miles without panting, one top four, and can be used as a bed to keep warm at night, and it is warmer than on the kang.

Yes, this mule and horse are very human, and they all know how to dodge explosions and listen to commands...

"Have you fed these mules, wheat bran, and soybean meal?" Old Zhao Tou was silent for a while before continuing.

It would be nice to feed other ordinary mules casually, but these twenty horses were the meat of Lao Zhaotou's heart, and their status in his heart was as important as that of a warrior, so he specially collected some soybean meal and wheat bran to mix into feed for feeding.

"Hey, no one steals it" Xiao Zhao, a former crop man, scratched his head, smiled honestly, and then comforted, "Platoon commander, you can rest assured, these twenty mules, our care is not less than yours"

Looking at Xiaowen who was shivering from the cold, Lao Zhao nodded: "Go to sleep, pay attention to safety, don't be pressed"

"I know" Xiaowen quickly curled up and hid in the grass.