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Chapter 177 Military uniform
Father Shen looked at the map in front of him, as if he was finally examining whether these two suggestions were feasible, and said after a while:

"Okay, if there is a goal, there is a place to work hard. I will discuss with the other generals to see how to cooperate, and finally make a decision."

He cast his eyes on the crowd again, with firmness and confidence in his round eyes like copper bells, and said:

"It's not that you are going to fight to Pingcheng in Wei State, but just another small city. If you don't have the confidence, you are a softie! Get me excited! Get ready for battle!!"

"Yes!" Everyone agreed in unison, loud and clear, and their morale was obviously much higher than before.

Xie Yuan also became angry and shouted out.

But she didn't have the decadence of the other captains, because she hasn't been defeated since she fought...

Originally, she was going to tell Master about the fact that the soldiers in her camp hadn't been given all the uniforms after everyone had left.

But Shen's father didn't delay for a moment, he quickly went to discuss with several other generals nearby.She didn't even have a chance to speak.

Xie Yuan thought: There is going to be a war, their clothes are not neatly dressed, they don't look like regular soldiers of the imperial court, they look like a mob.

Ah...Although, the situation in front of them is not much worse than the mob.

However, this is a big problem. If you don't dress properly, you will be mistaken for an enemy by your own people and killed when you turn back on the battlefield.

This is no joke, it's entirely possible.

I heard from my master before that the army of the Northern Wei Dynasty would often drive prisoners of war to charge at the front.

Relying on the record of killing the Quartet in the Northern Wei Dynasty, their captives included people from all ethnic groups, including Han Chinese, Hu people of different ethnic groups, and Xianbei people who themselves rebelled and were suppressed.

They were all defeated by them before.

Those people are proper captives, without uniform clothing and armor, only a single piece of clothing, and they can wear everything. Sometimes they are not even given a weapon, and they are all left to survive on the battlefield with their survival instincts. The opponent takes it.

The southwesterners in the Xie Yuan camp who don't have military uniforms are generally dark in appearance, and if they meet the prisoner-of-war camp opposite, they really can't tell who is who.

But the most important thing is that she knows that there is a high probability that Master will not let her reserve battalion, more precisely, let her participate in this battle.

She has to fight with her master, even if she fights for someone to help her, it's better than doing nothing.

Her battalion urgently needs to fight a battle to unite people's hearts, and by the way, let those southwesterners adapt to the offensive and defensive battlefields in the plains.

Even if it is a small fight, it is a valuable experience.

Xie Yuan got out of the tent, looked at the backs of the school captains who hurriedly left in groups, sighed in his heart, and thought:
Forget it, anyway, when we really want to fight, we will still meet, and the fight is the same at that time.

As for the military uniforms... Go back and let the "God of Wealth" figure out a solution as soon as possible.

He always has a way.

……

After Xie Yuan returned to the barracks, he told the "God of Wealth" Zhou Fangyi about this matter. He touched his head with a headache and asked:

"We may not be able to go up and fight, right? I asked, and the sergeant said that new winter clothes and quilts are on the way, and they will arrive in a few days. There are cotton clothes and outer shirts."

Xie Yuan said: "The imperial decree has been issued. Since the general has summoned us to discuss, it will be a matter of two or three days. What if? What will we do then?"

"God of Wealth" Zhou Fang looked straight at the sky with his eyes and thought for a while. He was so anxious that his whole body was itchy. He took the scratching Zhuruyi he made in the southwest, which is commonly known as itchy scratching, and scratched his own for a while. back, and scratched his arm for a while.

Seeing him like this, Xie Yuan was in a dilemma, but she didn't want to let go, so she kept looking at him coldly with Danfeng eyes, as if there must be a result.

Finally, Zhou Fang patted Zhu Ruyi, and said: "I thought of a way, make some and use it first, don't be disgusted when the time comes."

After saying that, he ran away like a gust of wind.

Xie Yuan thought to himself: It's a joke, those clothes are worn to identify people and distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, so what if it is old?There is nothing to dislike.

result……

Xie Yuan looked at the pile of ragged clothes on the ground like a hill, many of which were still stained with blood, and frowned.

This is different from what she thought. I thought it would be old, but I didn't expect...

"Isn't this taken from a dead man?!" A Southwest soldier pulled up a jacket, and saw a big cut on the jacket, and the wet blood around the cut had turned dark black. scabbed.

Angrily, he threw the clothes back and shouted loudly.

Another southwestern soldier without clothes shouted at Xie Yuan:

"Captain, why do other people have new clothes to wear, but we have to wear them from the dead! Are you looking down on us?!"

Those people suddenly seemed to have exploded, surrounding the pile of clothes, one sentence after another, one higher than the other.

"That's right! What a bad luck!"

"I don't wear this rag even when I'm shirtless! It's unlucky! Maybe I'll die before I beat you!"

"It's just...in the southwest, no matter how poor everyone was, they didn't have the brains to pick off the clothes of the dead! You're courting death, isn't it!"

"Don't wear it, don't wear it!"

"I don't wear them either!"

Xie Yuan was also a little dissatisfied, and cast his eyes on the face of Zhou Fang, the "God of Wealth" opposite.

I saw Zhou Fang looking up at the sky with guilty eyes, wanting to look at her but not daring to look at her, but in the end he couldn't help it, trotted around the clothes mountain and ran over, explaining to Xie Yuan:
"Lieutenant, I really have no choice. I still ran to several local camps to search for these. They have their own fixed warehouses and store these. Otherwise, if you want it, you still don't have it!"

Xie Yuan's face was as cold as ice, but there was nothing he could do.He said to the crowd:

"We're about to go to the battlefield. This place is different from the southwest. There are mountains everywhere in the southwest. You cats are in the mountains and forests, and you are sneaking behind the slopes. The number of people is small, so you can't tell the enemy from the enemy. It doesn't matter what you wear.

But this is the Central Plains.There are tens of thousands of melees in one place.

Everyone spread out on the ground and can see everything at a glance. The generals need to distinguish the situation by the clothes of the soldiers, and you also need to distinguish the enemy from the clothes in the melee.

There is no time for you to think about who the other party is, because if you hesitate, your life may be lost.

This is also for the sake of your lives.

So this dress is a must!Rest assured, there will be new ones, but not now! "

Everyone fell silent, although their expressions were still reluctant.

Xie Yuan looked at the pile of clothes, and said very straightforwardly: "I will wear them with you, and wash them before wearing them! The same goes for washing all the bad luck!"

After finishing speaking, she bent down, picked up a piece of clothes from the pile, turned around and left.

Everyone was quiet, and they were shocked to see her tall and straight figure in the school captain's long red robe, carrying the bloody robe and leaving gracefully.

(End of this chapter)