The fragrant grass is shining brightly

421 - High morale
"Young Madam..." Colonel Zhong met Shu Yin in Nandu, and knew that she was the young commander's favorite, "Don't worry, we've faced any difficult situation, so we'll be fine."

"You call me young lady, I am one with you, needless to say, I can find a way if you don't have enough food." Shu Yin said to the driver.

"Immediately help me send a telegram back to Nandu, let them prepare the ocean for me, and try their best to send it to me as quickly as possible. Also, help me gather a team of medical staff, take my medicine and rush arrive."

"Yes."

"Hurry up!" Shu Yin urged.

Colonel Zhong gritted his teeth, "Please, young lady!"

Yan Xiaojie's subordinates were indeed well-trained, and soon, less than five thousand troops would be assembled.

After Colonel Zhong finished speaking, he asked everyone if they had the confidence to help the young marshal win the battle, and the whole playground resounded with high-pitched and orderly voices.

"Have!"

Shu Yin herself was also infected by this masculine atmosphere, and she was full of chicken blood immediately, and waved her arms, "I am Yan Xiaojie's wife, and I am willing to help the young commander with you. In front of us, there is no defeat, only victory!"

The [-] strong-boned men below were all stunned for two seconds, before bursting into warm applause.

Colonel Zhong is the highest official here, and he immediately assigned the tasks, sorting out the ammunition, preparing materials, stretchers for medical staff, and detachment of soldiers. rigorous.

Shu Yin didn't talk nonsense, and immediately followed the officer in charge of military supplies sent by Colonel Zhong to the arsenal.

There is some food, but not enough. Shu Yin is not worried about this. If she has money, she is not afraid that she will not be able to buy food.

She opened a bag of food without any hassle, and was taken aback for a moment.

"What is this?" She reached out to pick up a handful of rice, which was rough and mixed with sand and stones.

"We've always had food like this," the officer hummed.

"Always? Don't you usually eat like this?" Shu Yin's voice suddenly rose, what is this?Worst quality rice okay!

"Didn't you open the food you bought? It's just a corruption of the law!" Shu Yin's tone suddenly became angry.

Originally thinking that Yan Xiaojie was facing a brutal war, and didn't know whether he was injured or well, his heart was already in a mess.

Seeing such adulterated food, he was immediately furious.

"No, our rations are always under the responsibility of the Quartermaster Department of the General Headquarters, and we have no right to intervene." The quartermaster was full of grievances, his eyes were red, and he spouted anger.

Shu Yin said gloomyly, "You mean, the rice used by the headquarters itself is good rice, and this is what is given to you?"

"Yes, not only this kind, but also moldy ones." The quartermaster seemed to have found the backbone, and immediately took Shu Yin to another warehouse, opened a bag of rice, and a musty smell came out.

Shu Yin frowned, grabbed a handful of rice, and found that it was full of rice bran and broken rice. This is not food for humans, but food for pigs!

"Young Marshal has been letting you eat this kind of rice?"

"The young marshal said that the rice is still edible, the big deal is that it has been cleaned up, so wash it a few more times to avoid wasting it."

Shu Yin was furious, she couldn't see how Yan Xiaojie could be such a nice person!
"Give me a bag each, and follow me." Furious, Shu Yin rushed out of the warehouse, and immediately ordered the driver who had been following her to guard her.

"Notify Colonel Zhong immediately, send me the ten best soldiers, and follow me to the headquarters. Not too many, I will take this opportunity to avoid being caught by surprise!"

The driver guard was inexplicably excited, "The ten best ones will be in the hands of Colonel Zhong, and they are all on our side. There are at least 100 people in our guard camp and family. Counting me, I dare not say that one counts as a hundred, and one counts as ten. More than enough. "

As he spoke, he had already rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to go to the battlefield.

Shu Yin stood still, "How many people are there in the guard battalion?"

(End of this chapter)