afterglow

Chapter 4 How many shots are fired before the battle to be worthy of the emperor?
Zhou Changfeng didn't think deeply about the reason. The military is the continuation of politics, and comprehensive consideration and trade-offs are indispensable. What's more, the military deployment that has been decided is not something he can question or influence now.

"Leave at six o'clock tomorrow morning, right?" He asked without looking back.

"That's right, the ferry boats at Xiaguan Wharf are all in place, and we are the first to cross the river." Xie Wancheng replied immediately.

Walking on the road in the camp, Zhou Changfeng thought he could feel the desolation of going on a long journey, but all he heard along the way was laughter?

He stopped in front of a barracks for a few seconds, then pushed the door open, followed by Xie Wancheng hastily followed.

The hair was shaved, the suicide note was written, and it was more than an hour before bedtime, so when Zhou Changfeng walked into the room, the soldiers inside were laughing and gathering to play cards.

The packed luggage was placed beside the bed, and the slender rifle was placed on the bed. Guys with short cuts were sitting around the floor, smoking cigarettes and holding cards, with beer bottles placed next to them. It can be said that they had a great time Happy.

Under the bright yellow chandelier, smog was lingering, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol rushed towards his face, Zhou Changfeng couldn't help frowning slightly.

Seeing his sudden arrival, the soldiers reacted extremely quickly, puffing out their cigarettes, throwing their cards away, and stood up abruptly.

The headed squad leader faltered in embarrassment: "Battle...battalion commander..."

Zhou Changfeng didn't pay attention, just pointed to a soldier casually, and asked calmly: "I'm going to go out soon, how do you feel?"

The latter hesitated for a moment in embarrassment, and replied loudly: "Sir, the borders of the Celestial Dynasty are strict, and even an inch of land cannot be given away. This time..."

This is clearly what the brigade commander said at the swearing-in ceremony this morning!

Zhou Changfeng waved his hands, "I'm asking how you feel."

The soldier was stunned for a moment, "Uh... we have what Yingyi has, and they just put their bodies on their heads and shoot through two holes in one shot, fearing that he will do something wrong, fuck it!"

"What about you?" Zhou Changfeng looked at another person.

"Carrying guns and eating food, it is our duty to protect the environment and the people. Yingyi's army is only second-rate, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

Zhou Changfeng couldn't help laughing at the two's straightforward answers. He nodded in satisfaction, but suddenly a strange question arose in his mind, and he asked half-jokingly, "Is it worthy of the emperor to fire three shots before the battle?"

Everyone present was stunned by this inexplicable question and looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a while, the soldier whispered, "At least one or two enemies must be killed..."

Realizing that his joke was a bit abrupt, Zhou Changfeng coughed dryly twice, waved his hand, turned around and said, "You can smoke, but you can't drink, take them all away, and drink after getting on the train tomorrow."

I don't expect anything else, even according to the regulations of the Ming army, drinking alcohol in the army is restricted, and only a few drinks are allowed in individual cases.

Having said that, Zhou Changfeng was very satisfied with the optimism and self-confidence of the soldiers - he was happy when he heard the battle, and he was calm when he went into battle. This is a strong army.

As for this violation of discipline, whether it is big or small... it is not serious in nature, and it is a special period, so there is no need to delve into it and be demanding.

After finishing his inspection, he returned to his room to pack his personal belongings.

Documents, guns, watches, compass, binoculars... Put away, he found a hard object in the inner pocket of his clothes, and took it out.

Wasn't that sent by the young woman in the ward in a fit of anger?
Looking at the little jade pendant that was used as a talisman, Zhou Changfeng struggled for a while and put it in the drawer, but took it out again after a few seconds.

Forget it, take it with you, maybe it will really work?And no matter what, it's someone's wish.

But he didn't even know the woman's name, he only heard that the woman was a teacher from a school, and he thanked her for saving her students from a car accident.

Why don't you send yourself a pennant or something?

After brushing his teeth, washing his face, and soaking his feet, Zhou Changfeng, who still had a few bruises and scratches on his body, lay down on the bed, but when he turned over, he grinned in pain and could only lie upright.

"Hiss, it didn't hurt much before."

In fact, there is no other reason, but the effect of aspirin is almost over.

Although there was some pain in his body, Zhou Changfeng slept peacefully and deeply on the first night after time travel, and he didn't even have a dream.

In the early morning of the next day, the dark night had not completely faded, and the sky in the east was just turning pale, but the entire camp area was already bustling.

The cooking soldiers and cooks in the cafeteria were busily busy as early as halfway through the Yin hour, and the piles of steamed buns, steamed buns, and fritters were steaming, and everyone could have breakfast immediately after waking up.

When Zhou Changfeng arrived, the crowd had already been waiting for a long time. Xie Wancheng clasped his fists in a salute, and reported: "Battle Commander, as of now, five people are ill and six are still injured, and the remaining officers and soldiers are [-] people. Everyone is here."

"Let's go!" Zhou Changfeng spit out two words very concisely.

Except that no ammunition was issued, the soldiers are now fully armed, with steel helmets on their heads, rifles on their shoulders, and personal equipment such as water bottles, bayonets, small shovels, and gas masks hanging on their belts.

Taking the squad as the unit, trucks full of soldiers drove out of the camp, followed by those transporting communication equipment, towing various types of artillery, and carrying field medical equipment...

Different from the bustling urban area, the resident located in the southwest of Jiangdongmen is a suburb, adjacent to the Yangtze River, relatively speaking, it is much deserted.

The endlessly long convoy was marching on the streets of the suburbs, and there was a big commotion in the early morning of midsummer, when everything was originally quiet and only the sound of cicadas was singing.

When it was near the Xiaguan Wharf, there were more pedestrians and private vehicles passing by along the way, and now it was approaching morning, and the huge capital had already woken up from a sound sleep all night.

The capital built a railway station on both sides of the Yangtze River. At this time, there was no Yangtze River Bridge. If a train wanted to cross the river, it had to use a special train ferry to transport the locomotives and carriages one by one.

Naturally, the army would not do anything unnecessary, so they first crossed the river by boat and then boarded the train.

At this moment, in the Jiangbei Railway Station, two platforms have been specially separated and put on a cordon; eight long trains have been lined up quietly waiting here, and roaring cranes and water pumps are preparing for Add coal and water.

A slender figure hurried into the waiting hall. She didn't go to buy a ticket or take a train, but after looking around, she found a nearby railway policeman from the inspection department.

"Mr. Police Officer, may I ask where the army that is about to depart will stop?"

"We specially opened a road for them to deliver goods in the back..." The iron policeman replied casually, and then said in surprise: "What are you doing asking about this?"

"Well... an official inside took my things by mistake, I... I want to get it back."

The iron policeman couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and he replied patiently: "Panxi, you are a bastard, go to ask for things from the Qiuba who are about to be dispatched? You are making fun of yourself." After he finished speaking, he waved his hand away She hurried away.

(End of this chapter)