On the Qin and Chu front line, the two armies confronted each other, and a month passed in a blink of an eye.

It is May now, and the weather is getting warmer. Whether it is the Qin people or the Chu people, it is much more convenient to mobilize them.

On that day, Meng Tian had just passed the court food and returned to the military tent. Seeing that Jing Su had been waiting here for a long time.

"General, is there any news from Ganluo coming back?" Jing Su's face was filled with joy. "Ganluo had been in Yue for more than half a year and finally told Wu Yin, who was injured, to launch troops to attack the Jiangdong area of ​​Chu State."

"Wu Yin, who was injured?" Meng Tian recalled in his mind, and seemed to have no impression of this person.

"How many people are there?"

"There is no more than 30,000 people." Jing Su replied in a pondering manner.

"Thirty thousand people should be fine to deal with the empty Jiangdong."

Meng Tian stared at the sand table in front of him, and his eyes fell on the land of Jiangdong in Chu.

The headquarters of the Chu army's chief general Xiang Yan was in Jiangdong. If Jiangdong was in trouble, the Jiangdong children in the Chu army would definitely feel panic.

"What else is there to come from Ganluo?"

Meng Tian came back to his senses, nodded secretly, and expressed his appreciation for Gan Luo's work. He went to talk about the descendants of Yue who had no connection with Qin, and needed brave and resourceful people.

"Ganluo said, I beg the general to launch an attack on the Chu army and let the Chu army draw troops from the country."

"In this case, it is time for our army to attack the Chu army."

Meng Tian touched her chin and looked thoughtful.

News came from the north that Wang Ben led his army to Jicheng. When the weather was warmer, he would lead his army straight into Liaodong and destroy the remaining Yan.

King Xi of Yan from Liaodong was guarding the huge Liaodong Peninsula, with a large population that could not be transformed into war potential.

Wang Ben's trip would be at most 50,000 troops, and he could completely defeat King Xi of Yan.

The capture of the Three Jins, the Qin State in Yannan, and the manpower and materials from the occupied land greatly alleviated the pressure on the Qin State.

The food in Wang Ben's tribe was mainly supplied by Yan Zhao, and it could not consume much.

When things happen in the north, the gaze of the monarchs and ministers of Qin will inevitably focus on the wars in the south.

Perhaps, Ying Zheng was disdainful to Canyan and feared the state of Chu in his heart.

A centipede worm that dies without being stiff is referring to the vast state of Chu.

"Send the order and go out to attack Xinyang at the very beginning tomorrow."

Meng Tian raised his head, looked down at Xinyang City on the sand table, picked up a small flag in his hand, and inserted it on the top of the city.

The next day, just after the hour of Mao, the whistle of getting up in the Qin army camps was heard on time.

"At the beginning of the hour of Mao, after wearing it, go out for morning exercises, and then eat at the dinner."

The sergeant commander in the camp immediately turned over and raised his soldiers under his command.

Meng Tian’s military camp will not be beheaded at any time. If you train late taxi teams, you should use the garrison as a unit and run a co-sitting position, and you should run around the school ground for twenty laps.

That's not all, the toilets in the army and the school grounds after training are waiting for the soldiers who have made mistakes to clean up at any time.

In front of his comrades, he was really more uncomfortable to pack up those yellow and white things for these soldiers who were killed and bloody than to kill them.

"Unity is strength, this power is sword, this power is halberd..."

"One! Two! Three! Four!"

Outside the Central Military Camp, Meng Tian was fisting and listening to the roars and singing from the school ground, which was particularly comfortable.

In my previous life, I stayed in the army and got used to getting up early every day and singing the song of unity. Speaking of which, such days are really nostalgic.

This is why soldiers who are used to military life are not used to it after leaving the army.

At the end of the Mao hour, the sky was already large. In the sky to the east, the sun slowly rose to the top of the mountain, emitting dazzling light.

The sun shines in the camp, instantly driving away the chill of the morning.

"Just eat--"

Accompanied by the shouts of the supplies camp, the entire Qin army camp suddenly filled with a strong smell of food.

"Come in line and eat!"

The officers who led their own troops to their respective dining locations to eat.

Since Meng Tian led his troops, the soldiers under his command have eaten quite well.

The soldiers took Shiwu as units, and each table was ten. In front of each of them, there was a pottery bowl, filled with hot porridge. In the pottery basin in the center of the table, there were neatly arranged corn cakes and a large plate of pickles.

Don’t underestimate this plate of pickles. The cooking level at this time is far less than that of later generations. The meat that nobles enjoyed has a strong fishy smell and sometimes it is really hard to swallow.

With this plate of pickles, porridge and corn cakes, the soldiers all ate it with relish.

Only officers at the rank of the garrison commander have a fixed plate and enjoy their own exclusive plate of pickles.

In the army, there is a certain need for the existence of hierarchical treatment. Generals and soldiers are treated equally and can only do it in a short period of time. When everything is on the right track, they cannot do it deliberately.

“Hulahula……………”

Meng Tian held a wooden bowl in his left hand and a wooden chopstick in his right hand. While drinking porridge and pickled vegetables, he ate quickly.

In my previous life, I was used to eating soon, and this habit has not been changed yet.

Jing Su, who was sitting opposite Meng Tian, ​​looked much calmer. He didn't have to go to the battlefield, so he naturally didn't have to be so anxious.

"General, we all use pottery bowls, why do you have a special liking for wooden bowls?"

Jing Su put a piece of pickled vegetables in her mouth, chewed them slowly, and her eyes fell on the wooden bowl in Meng Tian's hand from time to time.

In the eyes of Chinese people, only the Hu people in the north and the barbarians in the south do not have the chance to obtain much pottery, so they will use the original wooden bowl.

Meng Tian favors wooden bowls, which seems a bit alternative. Fortunately, Meng Tian, ​​as the chief general of the army, does not seem so conspicuous as his own independent military tent.

"Haha, I actually prefer natural things."

After Meng Tian was full, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and beat them.

Meng Tian really likes natural objects and natural characters even more, and he does not lie.

Things that are deliberately carved will only arouse his disgust.

There is another reason, Meng Tian didn't say it out loud.

The people in the Central Plains have a very early origin. The people in Banpo, Hemudu and Liangzhu all know how to fire pottery and widely use pottery objects.

Over time, the use of pottery became a symbol of civilization.

However, the soil detection technology at this time has not yet been developed to a certain extent.

Meng Tian once read a report that the health standards of pottery used in ancient times were related to the fired soil. If the soil contains harmful trace elements, using such pottery for a long time will not be good for health.

It is said that the pottery used by the ancient Romans contained trace amounts of lead. Over time, the ancient Romans' physical condition became worse and their fertility declined sharply.

Meng Tian couldn't guarantee that the pottery at this time could meet the health standards set by the state in later generations. After thinking about it, it was a natural wooden bowl, which was more reassuring to use.
Chapter completed!