I should marry the traitor

Chapter 47 Military Rations Have the Taste of Your Hometown

The petite figure carried the blood-red Shuo flag, and then let out a sweet cry:
"Black Armor Army, listen to my orders!"

Five hundred heavy cavalrymen rode their horses slowly and formed a familiar formation.

Shi Ming pointed the Shuo flag forward and shouted with all his might:

"Follow me and kill all the Di dogs!"

What responded to Shi Ming was the thunderous sound of horse hooves and the fiery roars of five hundred black-armored soldiers.

"Tiger!"

When the Northern Di people felt the ground shaking and saw the dark clouds rushing in from afar, it was too late.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Ahhhh!"

"Formation!"

"Run!"

"The dry man stabbed me with a knife!"

The noisy sounds were mixed with shouts, sounds of fleeing, and sounds of organizing. Perhaps there was no shortage of brave men among the Northern Di people, but the Northern Di army was too chaotic.

The Northern Di had always been a tribe, and their army was a makeshift collection of capable warriors.

To put it bluntly, the organization and discipline were too poor. At mealtime, many people just lay down in the sun, and some even left their weapons in the tent. How could they form a battle formation to resist the enemy in the face of a sudden attack?

On a vast plain, facing the armored cavalry, a group of infantrymen who were still in chaos and had not even formed a battle formation, were no different from pigs to be slaughtered, no matter how many people they had.

Oh, there is a difference. Pigs have thick skin and are difficult to kill, but humans are easier.

kill!

With spears piercing and horses trampling, the five thousand Northern Di troops were scattered in an instant. The unorganized group of barbarians became lambs and could only fall one after another in a pool of blood.

The flagpole of the Shuo flag pierced through Gu's chest. The only person who had the ability to stop the resistance had fallen down, and the remaining Beidi people fled in all directions like quicksand.

But on the plains...how could a man outrun a horse?
The heavy cavalry in black armor scattered in all directions, continuing to chase and kill the fleeing Northern Di army, while the remaining 1,500 auxiliary troops, according to prior orders, marched over with their equipment.

The battlefield was littered with corpses and filled with a strong smell of blood.

The auxiliary soldiers who came rushing over looked at the hell-like scene before them without any ripple in their hearts. Working under Lord An, they had to get used to such small scenes.

Shi Ming gave the order, and the auxiliary soldiers skillfully moved forward to carry the corpse, removed the few clothes on it, and then began to deal with it.

It is true that the Beishuo Army has never regarded the Beidi people as human beings, but as monkeys. At least most of the Beishuo Army have eaten some of their specialties.

The auxiliary soldiers felt a little disgusted about dealing with corpses, but not much.

It's actually quite complicated to deal with this. It's completely different from the compiled pile of food. People are not zombies, so how can they possibly eat it like this?

The specific steps usually include removing the head, bleeding, opening the abdomen, removing the internal organs, and taking out the meat.

Because it is military rations that need to be stored, they also need to be placed on shelves and air-dried.

The heavy cavalry in black armor that had hunted the Northern Di people returned one after another, and the auxiliary soldiers continued to collect the bodies. Shi Ming could finally take a break.

So far everything has been pretty much as Sister Xinlin expected.

Yuan Shao was not a mediocre person. He would not leave any autumn grain for the Beishuo Army. They could not even see any civilians along the way, let alone food.

Of course, everything is easy with our lovely Beidi brothers.

Military rations are also divided into different grades. It is impossible to fill a person up with vegetable leaves. Only staple foods can fill the stomach.

As for meat, it is the most precious of all treasures. Any meal that contains oil and meat will satisfy hunger and give you more energy. So much dried meat mixed in with military rations is enough to feed the 50,000 troops on the main battlefield.

Isn't the food problem solved?

……

Jizhou is the border of Zhongshan County.

The 50,000-strong army marched slowly forward.

Compared with the two armies on the flanks, the 50,000 troops of Zhongshan County marched relatively slowly.

On the one hand, putting aside the difference between cavalry and infantry, generally speaking, the larger the number of troops, the slower they will march.

On the other hand, compared with the two flanks that were feinting attacks, the main force, as the main attacking force, naturally needed to be cautious in marching.

In the evening, the army's advance stopped. Usually they stopped marching at night and it was time to set up camp, make fires and cook.

At this time, a light, paper-like, dark-skinned beautiful girl floated into An Xinlin's military tent.

The guards didn't care. They didn't need to care about people at that level. Besides, this person was the leader of the "Allied Forces" and was qualified to enter An Xinlin's military tent.

"Master An."

"Oh, what's up, Origami King?"

Facing the black-skinned loli, An Xinlin, still in his mecha, sat on the desk and flipped through the account books.

Planning and strategizing are also a very important part of marching and fighting. Although An Xin is not an expert in this, he has some understanding of it.

If you know a little bit about everything, you won't be deceived by the people below you.

"Can we really find food? We didn't even see a mouse during the whole march."

It’s no wonder that the Origami King was worried. Before the war, it was agreed that once we entered Jizhou, we would have as much food as possible.

But when we really entered Jizhou, we saw only ashes in the fields.

"Don't worry, my king. I have already arranged for people to collect food."

"Where can I get food? Don't lie to me. My men cannot fight on an empty stomach."

Yuan is not kidding, she is just cruel, not stupid

Killing one or two people might be entertaining on a daily basis, but if she really had to let her 20,000 elite field soldiers fight on an empty stomach, she would rather withdraw and take her troops back to the Gobi Desert.

"How could I lie to the king? I have really prepared it and it will be delivered in a few days."

"Don't try to trick people with some inedible weeds."

"How could that be? I promise that all the food is fine, and I will make your Majesty feel at home and enjoy the taste of home."

"My family can only eat sand, so it's better not to have this kind of taste."

To be honest, Yuan has been feeling inexplicably anxious these past few days.

After checking, there was no bleeding and it was still early.

But there was an inexplicable irritation suppressed in her heart, and after thinking about it, she thought that the only problem was food.

But An Xinlin's answer was so affirmative that it slightly dispelled some of her doubts.

Everyone was marching together, and if the Beidi Army ran out of food, they would not sit idly by and watch the Beishuo Army eat on their own.

Since An Xinlin seemed so confident, she must have really made arrangements, but she just didn't want to explain her grain transportation channels to me.

The taste of home?
The producer walked out of the tent and looked back to the north. This place was already far away from the border town of Beishuo, not to mention the Gobi Desert further north.

That was indeed the home of the Northern Di people, but it was too desolate and too cold, and Yuan had had enough.

She wanted to lead her people out of that bitter and cold land and get a piece of land where they could survive in the rich Daqian. To this end, she had tied all the warriors in her tribe to An Xinlin's chariot.

This is a big gamble!
(End of this chapter)