He opened his eyes and looked at the thick wooden rafters on the roof, which felt strange. Then memories flooded his mind like a flood.
Only then did he realize that this was Vizi City, not the garrison in the Eastern Province.
This huge difference in time and space made him feel a little weird - in just a few days, and without much effort, he was already nearly two thousand miles away?
No matter how I think about it, it still feels a little unreal.
At this moment, the officers' roars began.
"Everyone get up, gather outside in ten minutes, hurry up, hurry up..."
Amidst that hoarse roar, the soldiers all jumped up from their beds, and then started moving hurriedly like headless flies.
Fifteen minutes later, they were already standing outside the barracks in high spirits and lined up.
When Moore stood in the middle of the team, he suddenly realized that this scene was so familiar. It was as if he was still in the military camp of the Eastern Province.
At this time, the officer with a high-value star came forward, glanced at everyone briefly, counted the number of people, and then led everyone towards the restaurant.
Through the white fish on the horizon, Moore saw that the Nai'an Army was also eating breakfast not far away.
Although they were still far away, Moore could clearly smell the tangy fragrance coming from the other party.
He couldn't help but sniffed: What is that and why does it smell so good? Just smelling it makes people drool.
Before he could ask, someone next to him shouted angrily: "These young soldiers are eating chicken legs early in the morning. They are not afraid of indigestion."
There was an uproar among the team: Those Naian soldiers...are actually eating meat? Is there any justice??~
Can meat be eaten casually?
As soldiers, we have enough to eat every day and are paid on time, so we are already grateful to the Grand Duke. But these guys are actually eating meat~
The officer next to him saw the chaos in the team and suddenly became furious: These bastards couldn't walk on the road smelling the smell of meat. It was so embarrassing. It was not only embarrassing for them, but also for the officer himself.
The face of the soldiers of the Eastern Province, and even the face of the Grand Duke, would be completely disgraced.
He yelled a few words and then suppressed the soldiers.
At the same time, he felt a burst of envy and jealousy in his heart: He had heard that Naian Bing's treatment was good, but he didn't expect it to be so good.
Immediately, everyone arrived at their dining place, and saw a group of cooks sweating profusely at work. They placed a boiling hot pot, and there were a lot of strange jars piled on the table next to them.
After each soldier went up, he received a portion of hot soup, a piece of bread, and a jar, and then he was sent away.
Moore also stepped forward to receive a portion, holding his own meal in one hand while weighing the small jar inexplicably.
The small jar looked like it was made of thin iron sheet. It was heavy in hand, weighing only about half a kilogram. When I weighed it hard, I found that there seemed to be something moving in it.
He looked at it carefully and was very surprised at the small jar. What was this thing used for?
Why do you get something like this when you eat?
He looked around, only to find that all his comrades around him were also confused. A large group of gentlemen gathered in a circle, squatting on the ground with their buttocks facing outward, looking upside down.
The Nai'an soldiers who were passing by saw their appearance and couldn't help but burst into laughter. Then these brats stopped walking and squatted not far away, watching them with joy, as if they were watching a circus.
Their ridicule made everyone feel confused and ashamed.
Everyone knew something was wrong, but they couldn't tell what exactly was wrong.
Finally, a soldier from Nai'an couldn't stand it anymore, walked over and said to More: "Brother, that's not it. This is a marching can."
To eat this, you have to use a knife to open the lid."
As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out a dagger from his waist, and very skillfully inserted and picked somewhere in the can. Then, there was a "bang" sound, and a round lid was lifted open.
Then a tangy fragrance came.
Moll's eyes widened immediately: Yes, this tastes the same as what those soldiers just ate.
He looked down and saw a large piece of sticky stuff inside.
He boldly took a bite: it was indeed meat, yes. Moreover, it tasted quite good.
He took another bite out of reflex, and then another.
At this time, the soldiers nearby followed suit and opened their own cans, then lowered their heads to eat.
Seeing them devouring their food, a soldier from Nai'an next to them said disdainfully: "These country bumpkins don't even know how to eat a can." Then he strode away.
Everyone blushed with embarrassment for a moment, feeling very inferior to the Nai'an people. If there was a crack in the ground, they would have gotten through it long ago.
The Nai'an soldier next to him made a noise at the man's back and said, "You're showing off, you were just like idiots when you first got it."
He paused for a moment, then turned his head, looked at Moore, and said: "Brother, don't throw this can away after you finish eating it. The Munitions Department still wants to recycle it. According to them, this thing will be used as a simple grenade later.
"
Moore immediately thanked the soldier repeatedly.
The soldier smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm from Constantine too. We are all fellow countrymen."
With that said, he waved his hand, turned around and walked away.
Moore sat down again, and then he was surprised to find that his comrades were all eating extremely well.
Many guys had already finished eating the top of the jar, and then they poked around in it with their fingers, and even put their tongues down to lick it. He couldn't help but feel ashamed. This eating scene was so disgusting. No wonder people looked down on him.
At the same time, he also secretly cheered up and must be careful at all times to win some glory for his own people. At least he could no longer be so embarrassing and conspicuous.
After everyone had eaten breakfast, an officer came with a large cart of tools and distributed tasks to everyone to build city defenses.
Moore and his company took the task of digging trenches.
A large group of people armed with shovels and pickaxes came outside the city and dug trenches outside the city wall.
Someone was being mean and looked at a small tree next to him, and immediately shoveled it down with a shovel. Then he couldn't help but gasped.
As soon as the shovel went down, the small tree was cut off. When I walked closer and took a closer look, the cut was extremely smooth and flat. The shovel was also too sharp.
Although I knew that Naian's steel was good and its output was high, I didn't expect that their agricultural tools were on the same level as their weapons.
Their equipment is so good~
Everyone couldn't help but feel envious and jealous again: These young master soldiers~
Moore looked around and found soldiers from the Nai'an Army pulling barbed wire not far ahead. The wires were all covered with sharp barbs, which were extremely sharp.
Somewhere further away, someone was marking something on the ground. Every time they walked through a section, they drew some white dots and then waved at the top of the city.
He turned his head and thought for a moment, and then realized that the other party was marking the shooting range, but the strange thing was that the shooting range marked by the other party was too far. The farthest one was six or seven miles away. What kind of cannon can shoot like this?
Far?
Moreover, he looked around and found no artillery positions.
He couldn't help but be extremely curious and paid attention to those people.
After a while, I saw the people who were calibrating outside completed their tasks and all hurried back. After a while, someone blew the whistle and shouted loudly: "Shelling, be careful." It's not far.
There was a sharp whistling sound.
He looked up and saw a few black spots, almost invisible to the naked eye, streaking across the sky and falling into the distance.
Immediately, on the ground in the distance, orange-red flames were seen rising into the sky one after another. The exploded earth and rocks flew around and turned into clouds of black smoke.
At this time, the violent explosion sound came.
Everyone in Moore couldn't help but look at each other, and then couldn't help but curse again: These young soldiers~
Originally, they thought that the artillery they had was pretty good. Colonel Hinck almost treated it like a real father. But compared to other people's artillery, it was nothing like shit.
With Colonel Hink's temper, if he knew about it, he would probably be so angry that he would smash his cannon on the spot, spit on it, and then pee on it.
At noon, a chef brought their meals directly to them.
Moore was holding the can at this time and knew what he should do. But then he discovered that along with the can, there were three small sealed paper packages. In addition, there was also a package of palm-sized rectangular soft drinks.
Paper box.
This time, Moore learned to be shrewd. He was determined and opened the small paper package, only to find that there was only a green powder inside. He licked it and grimaced at the result.
The other carton contained some grass powder wrapped in paper sticks. He also tasted it and found that it was extremely unpalatable.
This made him extremely strange. He looked around and saw that the people around him didn't understand, and the Nai'an soldier who had helped was not nearby. Finally, he changed his mind and shamelessly asked the soldiers pulling the barbed wire not far away for advice.
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The soldier seemed to be teaching a country bumpkin, with a half-smiling expression, he took the small paper bag, poured it into the empty kettle next to him, and finally filled it with hot water, shook it again, and then poured a cup for everyone.
, then he said: "This is orange powder, drink it with water. It is sour and sweet, and can supplement nutrition."
As he spoke, he raised his neck, drank the entire glass of water, and then sighed comfortably.
Everyone followed his example and tasted it. They immediately realized that this stuff tasted much better than plain water.
, there are so many things to pay attention to even drinking water~
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. While feeling ashamed, they all cursed harshly in their hearts: These young soldiers~
Immediately, the soldier picked up the paper box again, skillfully pulled out a paper stick from the middle, held it in his mouth, then used a lighter, lit it with a 'pop' sound, took a deep breath, and then blew out a big
He then said: "This is a cigarette made by Nai'an. When you have nothing to do, you can smoke one to refresh yourself. It can also kill time."
Moore couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart: These young soldiers.
He had also heard of some cigarettes, but he was not interested in them, and the price was not cheap. Therefore, he rarely paid attention to them. Unexpectedly, these Nai'an soldiers actually regarded them as necessities.
He followed the soldier's example, took one, and immediately choked and coughed.
The soldier immediately grinned happily and said, "It seems you are not used to it. Then I will take the cigarette away."
As he said that, he put it in his pocket. Then he looked at the others and said, "Anyone you don't want, please bring it to me."
The soldiers next to them looked at each other, and then shook their heads together. They were not stupid. Although they didn't know what was so good about this cigarette, they knew it was a good thing when they saw the greedy look on the soldier's face.
How could it be given away for free?
The soldier was quite disappointed, asked a few more questions, and finally had to leave angrily.
Looking at his back, Moore couldn't help but sigh. These young soldiers are really capable~
There is food, drink and smoking. Is this a soldier? This is a man.
At this moment, a huge roar was heard not far away.
Moore turned around and saw dozens of war fortresses in the sky speeding towards this side. Those war fortresses were transporting the second batch of soldiers back.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then looked at the other soldiers, with a hint of a sinister smile on his face: They had been humiliated just now. They had been pretending to be grandsons for a long time, and now they could finally show off in front of new people.
Find some mental balance.
Under the continuous transportation of the war fortress, the city defense of Weizi City gradually stabilized.
xxxxx General Orlandini opened the envelope sent by the lich Marcel, his face instantly showed ecstasy, and he shouted excitedly: "God help me~"
Lich Marcel smiled proudly and said: "With these things, I believe that the general will be sure of success in future battles, right?"
"That's natural~" General Orlandini stared at the map and said without raising his head: "With such detailed information, even the idiots who stayed in Arkadelin can win.
"
General Orlandini suddenly rolled his eyes and thought of a serious problem. He frowned and looked at Lich Marcel with a suspicious expression on his face and said, "These things can't be fake, right?"
Lich Marcel snorted coldly and vowed: "Absolutely not~"
General Orlandini still couldn't believe it easily. He was also an experienced and sophisticated veteran, and he knew that the pie falling from the sky must be poisonous.
This information was too accurate and detailed. The descriptions in the battle report were as detailed as the movements of every regiment and every brigade in the north.
With this information, the northern part of the Ruman Empire was transparent to him.
So much so that General Orlandini couldn't believe that such a beautiful thing would happen to him.
He smacked his lips, not daring to finish his words, and said slowly: "We still need to add up these things..."
Lich Marcel was a little angry because of Orlandini's suspicion. He waved his sleeves dissatisfiedly and said: "There is no problem with the source of the information~"
"Where does this come from?" General Orlandini couldn't help but ask. Seeing how confident the Lich Marcel said, he couldn't help but feel curious.
Lich Marcel sneered and said: "This is a top secret. Only His Majesty and I know about it. Are you sure you want to know?"
General Orlandini hurriedly shook his head like a rattle and cursed in his heart: Why did you ask such a layman's question~
The only way to get information on the mobilization of hundreds of thousands of regular troops in the north of Ruman is by spies lurking at the top of the Ruman Empire government army.
This kind of spy can defeat an army of at least 300,000 people. It is a resounding strategic weapon. Of course, it must be kept strictly confidential. He, the commander of the Northern Front, is not qualified to know.
But since the High Priest of the Undead also knows it, this information is very credible.
Orlandini bowed respectfully and said: "Thank you, Master. With your help, our army's victory will be easy."
Lich Marcel said proudly: "Of course, but your Excellency, General, I must first thank His Majesty the Divine Throne."
"Master is absolutely right." Orlandini clapped his hands and laughed, nodding in agreement.
After receiving the precious intelligence, Orlandini and the Semitic generals put their heads together and immediately devoted themselves to analyzing and sorting out the intelligence.
"This thing is great~" When they saw the map and military report for the first time, the Semitic generals exclaimed in unison.
"How on earth did you get it?"
Orlandini smiled reservedly, waved his hand and said: "This is not a question you should ask. Just use it."
The military reports of Ruman North were circulated in their hands, and the generals couldn't help but sigh: "Ruman North is really empty."
Through detailed military reports, the Semitic generals immediately came to this conclusion.
There are only a few regular armies left in the northern part of the Ruman Empire, numbering 30 to 50,000 people, and they are still scattered across the vast land in the north of Ruman, used to defend important cities.
General Orlandini stretched out his hand and touched the old map with force, and said loudly: "Gentlemen, I have decided to make this place the target of our first attack."
His finger was pointed at the city of Vizi.
As a famous city in the north, Weiji City has been the center of the northern frontline for hundreds of years. All the 100,000 troops originally stationed here have been mobilized.
"It may be that the Ruman people are too powerful, or they may think that the barbarians have been completely pacified," General Orlandini smiled slightly and said: "Currently, there is only one city defense force left in Vizi City to maintain law and order.
There are less than 10,000 people.”
"Isn't it a bit far?" Someone immediately raised an objection. Weiji City is still several hundred miles away from the northern border of the Ruman Empire. There are several large and small cities to the north of Weiji City.
"We should take this star city near the Ruman border as our base."
General Orlandini shook his head and said: "What we are competing for in this battle is speed. We must capture Ruman City in one fell swoop before the Ruman people can react and have no time to mobilize troops from other parts of the country.
Occupying those small towns will only waste our time."
"Gentlemen~" Orlandini raised his voice, looked up at the Semitic generals under his command, and said: "Although the Ruman Empire has mobilized 300,000 troops, they still have nearly 500,000 available troops in the country.
.
In the east alone, they stationed 300,000 troops, led by the famous bloody-handed butcher.
We cannot allow the Rumans time to assemble their troops."
The generals nodded in agreement. If they really wanted to fight a protracted war, it would definitely be detrimental to them. If the Ruman people were given time, they could even recruit two to three million troops.
"And, more importantly, this~" Orlandini took out a military newspaper, held it in his hand and turned it around to show it to everyone.
There are only a few short sentences on it: "All military rations have been received, verified to be correct, and can be written off."
"What does this mean?" Orlandini said with a proud smile: "This means that there are enough rations and supplies for our army in Vizi City."
The eyes of the Semitic generals instantly glowed with wolf-like green light. The supplies carried by their landing troops were very limited. They wanted to support the war with war, and they wanted to collect supplies from Ruman.
Food is their primary concern.
"That's Vezi~" The generals unanimously agreed with Orlandini's plan.
Two days later, the Semites marching in the mountains could clearly feel that the wind blowing on their faces was no longer so cold, and the midday sun shone warmly on their bodies.
Taibo, the barbarian who led the Semitic army, shouted excitedly and ran against the team towards Orlandini.
He waved his arms and shouted loudly: "We are here, we are here in Ruman~"
Before he could reach Orlandini's horse, Taibo fell to the ground, knelt on the ground, gasping for air, and said hurriedly: "We have arrived at Ruman, General, we are here, we are here~"
Orlandini suddenly raised his head and looked to the south, then shook the reins, shouted "Ha", and galloped up the hillside, standing on the top of the mountain and looking to the south.
At the foot of the mountain is an endless plain.
The land was full of vitality, in stark contrast to the barren and lifeless gray mountains behind him.
There are large areas of farmland on the plain, with criss-crossing roads. The yellowed wheat waves loom in the wind, like microwaves on the sea surface, which is really beautiful. The fields are dotted with green or yellowish forests, spreading as far as the eye can see.
Beneath the horizon, the black outline of the town can be faintly seen.
"We're here..." Orlandini also said to himself excitedly.
The Semitic generals were so excited that they took off their hats, waved their hats, and shouted.
Suddenly there was a loud shout from behind them.
"Long live~"
Knowing that they had arrived at the northern border of Ruman, the Semitic soldiers also cheered up. After a long journey of thousands of miles, walking on ice and snow, and climbing over mountains and ridges, they finally arrived at their destination today.
The Golden Kingdom of Ruman is right in front of them.