Rise from the sword

Chapter 18 Warmth
The wind whistled for a long time, and the white snow has covered the ground. Looking around, the whole land is white, and the snow on the ground has been frozen solid. It seems that the snow is actually all hard ice, and the feet are creaky when you step on it. Noisy and easy to slip.

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

At eleven o'clock at night, the Xinyi regiment was stationed in Xingjia Village.

Old Zhaotou was carrying an oil lamp. As soon as he went out, he was blown away by the whistling cold wind, and his teeth trembled. He hurriedly shrank his neck, covered his gray coat, which was changed from a Guizijun coat, and walked towards the left side of Xingjia Village. go.

On the left side of Xingjia Village, in an open space near the cliff, there is a new thatched stable.

The broken sacks are mixed with the thatched roof, the old ammunition boxes, the walls made of rubble and dead tree trunks. A bit of wood.

Pushing open the wooden door made of rattan, Lao Zhaotou walked into the hut and stable that had just been built.

Everyone is afraid of the cold, even a hard-working mule is shivering in this winter in the northwest of Shanxi Province. This stable was specially built for a new group of mules.

There are 72 mules in the whole regiment here.

Old Zhao, who is nearly 40 years old, endured the sharp pain between Lao Han's legs and knees, and inspected them one by one.

In the center of the stable, there is Lao Zhao's heart. Not long ago, the twenty that Chen Fan gave came from the system, the full name of the big mules called military field transport mules.

Obviously different from other mules, these twenty are bigger, taller, stronger, and even the fur is extremely smooth, supple and spotless. , the two thick lips turned up and down, nibbling on the forage in the trough.

Alright alright... With the help of the lantern in his hand, he looked at the spirited mule that was eating, and then looked at the other short, thin mules who were listless beside him, Lao Zhao felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.

With these smart, docile, and capable mules, the platoon's hauling capacity has risen by at least several notches.

"Xiaowen" came here, and Lao Zhao called out.

"Hey, it's there"

Inside this stable, in a haystack, a young soldier wrapped in a tattered thin cotton coat emerged from the haystack.

The new regiment lacked cotton coats and quilts, and a few hundred or so warm military coats could only be provided to the night patrols and night guards. Old Zhaotou borrowed this coat from a patrol soldier who was changing the guard.

Warm military coats are actually very difficult to capture. Devils who go to the battlefield need vigorous exercise and do not wear coats. Unless they encounter devils' transport teams or warehouse bases, it is difficult to get devils' thick coats.

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

Fortunately, this stable is windproof, and although the thatched pile is not as good as a quilt, it can still keep warm if there is more. In addition, the stable is full of mules and horses, and the biological thermal energy also makes the temperature of the stable not much colder than that of the house, but the smell is not. Very friendly.

"Where are the others?" Holding the lantern, he looked at the ruddy-faced Xiaowen, who was full of energy, and Lao Zhao was stunned.

The cold wind was howling outside at minus [-] degrees, staying in the thatched hut at night, without even a slightly thicker quilt, and relying on a pile of dry thatch to keep warm, it must have been freezing blue and purple. With his head on the kang in the room and covered with a quilt, he felt uncomfortably cold all over. Why does Xiao Li look so warm and comfortable?

Even if Xiao Li is only 20 years old now, with a strong body and strong anti-freezing ability, it is impossible to go too far. The old Zhao Tou, who was also young and endured the cold back then, thinks this is unreasonable.

"there··"

Xiaowen pointed to the inside of the stable.

Old Zhaotou walked over with the lamp in hand.

With the dim light, Old Zhao Tou saw that by the wall in the center of the stable, there was a large pile of dry thatch, and a dozen of his precious mules were lying on the thatch, and their smooth and smooth hair looked very comfortable.

Seductive!

And the more than 50 soldiers in the transport platoon curled up next to the mule, some hugged their necks, their faces were pressed against their temples, some leaned on their stomachs, and some simply curled up on their backs. They were all wearing only a shabby cotton padded jacket, and covered with a thin blanket seized from the devils and puppet soldiers, but everyone was breathing smoothly, obviously sleeping warm and comfortable.

A big question mark appeared in Old Zhao Tou's mind.

And do you sleep with mules?

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

But that's a dog, a dog that understands human nature. This mule... sleeps in his arms, afraid that he will be kicked and broken.

"It's very warm, and this mule is human, very docile, and won't kick anyone. It's clean and has no odor." Xiao Li saw the doubts of his platoon leader, scratched his head, and explained.

He shuddered as he spoke.

Ordinary mules are covered with dry fur, dirty and smelly, and have a grumpy temper. They can kick people. They might want to die if they sleep at night, but they are produced by the system and are unreasonable. These [-] military field mules and horses are covered in fur. Clean and tidy, smooth and supple,
After being stunned for a moment, Lao Zhaotou walked into the mule, and then stretched out his hand to touch the mule. At the moment of contact, Lao Zhaotou felt as if he had touched the old cat at home when he was a child, and felt as if he had touched the warm bed.

He opened his mouth and looked at the transport platoon soldiers who were sleeping soundly. Old Zhao Tou felt that he liked the twenty mules and horses even more.

When transporting materials during the day, one camel can carry almost 100 catties, and it can run more than [-] miles without panting. One can hold four, and it can be used as a quilt to keep warm at night, and it is warmer than the kang.

Yes, this mule and horse is very human, and they all know how to avoid explosions and listen to commands...
"Have these mules been fed wheat bran and soybean meal?" Old Zhao Tou was silent for a while before continuing.

The other ordinary mules can be fed casually, but these [-] mules are the heart of Lao Zhao, and their status in his heart is as important as that of a soldier. He specially collected some soybean meal and wheat bran to mix them into feed for feeding. .

"It's been fed, no one stole it." Xiao Zhao, a former farmer, scratched his head with a simple and honest smile, and then comforted him, "The platoon leader, you can rest assured, these twenty mules, our concern is only a little. no less than you"

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

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

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