The simple and crude words raised a lot of morale. The soldiers marching in the setting sun in the evening made a low smile. Some people started to take out the food from the saddle and eat it. The food of the merchant army was actually pretty good. Canned food or jerky, cheese or water, and something I learned from the Mongolians. If there was enough time, the cooking cart might make broth and wheat cakes to ask everyone to have a good meal that steams and restores their strength. Now, you can only fill your stomach.

"The painting style is very familiar." Zhang Yansheng teased Lu Si.

He straddled his legs on the horse, opened a canned mushroom duck with his hand, and started digging out the duck with a spoon to taste it. Canned food is said to be complicated, but it is actually a simple craft product. The earliest canned food in the Shangtuanjun was sealed with jars and cork encrypted wax. Later, he used thin tin plates to make sealed canned food. The process is very simple. As long as you understand the principles, you can make it. Canned food can be added to any food, including vegetables and various fruits. The army likes the production of this simple craft the most. This invention not only solved the problem of food preservation, but the key was to solve the taste problem.

"It's true." Lu Si was eating jerky mutton, drinking water, and said with a smile: "This reminds me of Commander Zhou."

"Look," Zhang Yansheng shrugged and said, "We didn't go to the Lancer Corps, and we didn't escape his clutches. I think Commander Zhou is afraid he will scold him."

"Why is he afraid of everyone scolding?" Lu Si's tone was faint, but he still had a clear sense of respect. When he first arrived at the Lancer Corps, he followed Lao Zhong and his gang. At that time, Zhou Yao also squeezed their physical fitness and spirit without leaving any left. Don't say scolding at that time, probably many people were thinking about shooting Zhou Yao's back. It was definitely not only soldiers who wanted to shoot Zhou Yao's black gun, but even many officers were probably having similar ideas.

This time the dispatch of the dragon cavalry is quite like Zhou Yao's style... and constantly squeezes and squeezes, and all your energy and physical strength must be consumed to the bottom. When you feel that you can't hold the musket with your hands, your feet can't move, your legs are worn out and bleeding, and your waist is sore that you feel no longer there, the military order comes, and the next battle is still waiting. If you don't force yourself to lift your spirits, the mistake on the battlefield will be death.

This is not just training, it is a combination of training and practical combat, which is cold and ruthless, but absolutely effective.

Zhou Yao seemed to be waving a sledgehammer in his hand, constantly forging everyone, constantly stimulating people's potential. Of course, there would be people who could not stand it, or even die innocently. However, Zhou Yao had only cold calculations in his heart. In his eyes, qualified elite soldiers, that is, formal members of the Lancer Corps, are worthy of attention. Before this, there were only a string of numbers. The soldiers trained by the Military Training Department may have been better than the Ming army and the Beilu, but in Zhou Yao's heart, they still counted nothing. The experience of escaping from Sarhu and Kaiyuan City was like an indelible nightmare in Zhou Yao's heart. If he felt that his subordinates were still inferior to the elite of the Donglu, then no matter how many people died, the training would never stop.

At dusk, a crescent moon rose from the distant horizon on the grassland. The shallow moonlight barely illuminates the road ahead. A large area of ​​grassland has passed. Now people are walking along valleys and rivers. The cavalry are on both sides of the cavalry. The mountains are like monsters crouching on the ground, waiting to be swallowed by others. This place belongs to Chicheng County in later generations. There are many rivers in its territory, including Baihe, Heihe, and Honghe. There are many mountains, covering more than 80% of the area, with less plain land. Rivers and mountains are the main landforms here.

In such a terrain environment, more than a thousand people marched and carried small artillery weighing hundreds of kilograms, which was also a big test for those who marched.

It was dark, hundreds of people lit up torches. As the mountains were rising and falling, the walking army was like a fire dragon flying up and down, traveling between mountains, rivers, and grasslands.

Occasionally, I would also see sporadic yurts, or the inns that were abandoned here in the Ming Dynasty. Most of the Han people lived here in later generations. Scattered grasslands were reclaimed into rural areas or villages and towns. At this time, everything was deserted and chaotic, and even those yurts were abandoned. This should be the yurts of the shepherds of the Kalaqin tribe. When the crisis came, many shepherds followed Bai Hong Dataiji and evacuated urgently. It was not uncommon for them to have felt bags.

Occasionally, the Chahar people who were reconnaissance on the control line of the two armies under the moonlight were already very cold. The autumn nights were already very cold. These shepherds wore fur hats and light yellow jackets, and were whistling here from afar on the horizon. When they saw an extremely huge fire dragon galloping towards them, these shepherds were panicked, and no one dared to stop. They were eager to take advantage of the moonlight to evacuate, leaving only a hasty sound of horse hooves.

On the battlefield hundreds of miles north and south, there were countless sentry cavalry on both sides. He Yusheng concentrated the cavalry forces above two gun cavalry regiments, and combined with a large number of dragon cavalry fighting on horseback, the number of sentry cavalry on the front line was also very sufficient. In order to prevent reconnaissance, both armies were determined to block the opponent's sentry detectives outside the main front line, and it was inevitable that the Chahar people were strange that the Shang regiment army on the opposite side was only interested in defense. So far, no sentry cavalry of the Shang regiment army has penetrated deep into the Chahar people's defense line, and there seemed to be no plans to launch a large counterattack.

"People from ahead stopped!"

Hundreds of steps ahead of the main force, the outpost troops of the Second Battalion of the Dragoon Regiment discovered that a large number of cavalry were running from the front, and the other party was also marching along the river bank. The war horses stepped on the soft mud by the river, loosening the fishy smell of the soil soaked in the river, and then blew over in the north wind. People's mouths and noses were filled with the unique fishy smell of the soil by the river. Coupled with the clearly audible sound of horse hooves, the outpost issued a short reminder to the back team while asking the other party to explain the number for identification.

There is no way to do the command. If the army is marching together, the command will naturally be issued after camping at night. Now the command is stationed along the front line of more than 500 miles long, with nearly 20,000 soldiers, and tens of thousands of baggage soldiers are constantly mobilizing and cooperating. Every day, all units on the front line are dispatched by Yang Sisun, the commander of the military department or division, to adjust the garrison trust site, or to engage in mobile battles. In terms of current communication speed, it is impossible to complete instant communication, so the command is meaningless.

"We are the Hunting Battalion."

The tone of the visitor's answer was full of confidence and pride, and even a little condescending. This feeling made the Dragoon's outpost officer very unhappy, but he had no choice.

"Stay!" the officer of the Dragoon outpost shouted: "I'll report to our regiment command."

"Oh, follow you." The other party did not restrain his arrogance because he heard the three words "group command". On the contrary, he still had a faint feeling of condescending indifferentness.

The two cavalry continued to flow forward under the moonlight, but one went north along the river bank, and the other went south along the river bank. The two armies staggered half an arrow distance and moved forward staggeringly. The Dragoons' outpost troops were on guard, while the hunters continued to move forward like water, constantly moving forward by the river in the marching posture of a three-person column. During this time, officers would glance at this side, but it was only a glance.

A red cloak and blue military cap, a gray short military robe, a very obvious large cowhide ammunition bag on the chest, a tight cowhide belt crossed on the chest, fixed on the waist, and a short gun or dagger and a short knife hanging behind the waist. There are two long and short muskets on the left and right sides of the horse's belly, the long ones are infantry guns, the shorter ones are cavalry guns, and there are also people carrying short short crossbows, broad swords, and guns to throw weapons at close range.

These hunting cavalry were almost armed to the teeth, and most of them were not wearing protection or only wearing a mail in the military robe. The hunting cavalry's concept is that there are no weapons, and protection can be simpler.

In addition to individual weapons, the most eye-catching thing is the large number of small cannons carried by the army. The most important ones are the small Folang machine cannons and tiger squat cannons. The tiger squat cannons are the most outstanding representatives of the Ming army's small firearms. As long as the materials are exquisite and carefully manufactured, the power and purpose of this small cannon is still very qualified. After loading with a medicine bag and compacting, it is filled with a large amount of five cents of lead bullets. At about sixty steps, the shotguns fired by this small cannon is very powerful, at least much larger than the muskets. The bullet points are scattered, the barrage is dense, and the lethality is amazing. The Folang machine cannons can mainly load multiple sub-guns at one time, and it is also a shotgun. The effective range is farther than the tiger squat cannons. Both of these cannons are very light and there is no need for a gun stand.

The tiger squat cannon only has a barrel and a curved bracket cast with iron. In wartime, the bracket was put to the front end of the cannon barrel and could be fired. This small cannon weighs only 36 kilograms, which was one of the powerful weapons used by the Qi family army to defeat the enemy. The Little Folang machine weighs more than 100 kilograms, and a female gun can carry five to nine sub-guns. Every time the enemy attacks, the entire sub-gun is basically completed. Due to the large tolerance and poor sealing of the gap between the sub-gun and the cannon, the large tolerance and poor sealing nature of the artillery made by the Ministry of Works of the Ming Dynasty, the large number of cannons built by the Red Barbarian cannons were completely replaced by the red barbarian cannons. Before this, the Ming army in the north had at least tens of thousands of such firearms that were fished out from the Portuguese shipwreck. However, the more it was cast, the rougher it was, the larger the tolerance gap, and the smaller the power it was when it was launched.

The Folang machine carried by the Hunting Cavalry Battalion was all made by Li Zhuang himself. I had bought a lot of them before, but I found that the quality was not uniform and the maintenance was very intensive. In a rage, the military command simply melted all of them and recast them. Under the same numbers, the quality of the Li Zhuang Fireworks Bureau was almost exactly the same, and the maintenance effort was saved a lot.
Chapter completed!