The 10,000 Great Qin soldiers slowly moved towards the front line for an hour.
"Giddy! Go!"
In the advancing army, a few cavalrymen would run past from time to time. They were responsible for passing on information and orders.
Boor's 100-man team was also under Meng Tian's control. They were orderly and did not fall behind.
"Report! Pass on the general's orders. All the generals will listen to them!”
"When the army advances, we need to send out ten 100-man squads to scout the surroundings.”
"Now it's your turn, General Meng."
The Great Qin Cavalryman in charge of delivering the orders cupped his fists and said.
Although they were at the rear, they had to be careful to avoid being ambushed by the Wei army and having their rations stolen.
After all, the grain that was gathered here was not only to supply fifty thousand troops, but also to supply the two hundred thousand Qin soldiers at the front line. It was enough to last them for a month.
If anything went wrong, the losses caused by the Qin army attacking Wei would be unprecedented. No one could bear this responsibility.
"Yes."
Meng Tian nodded and said.
Most of his 100-man team were new recruits who were not good at riding horses, so they could only run.
Searching for information could be considered as a form of training, allowing them to adapt to the atmosphere of the battlefield in advance and learn some skills of life on the battlefield.
This was not the front line, so it was much safer to investigate the situation.
"Everyone, listen up and follow me!"
Taking a deep breath, Meng Tian shouted loudly.
His loud and clear shout was enough for all 100 soldiers under him to hear his orders.
Among the 10,000 soldiers that were transporting rations, ten 100-man teams immediately went in all directions to gather information.
"Da da da-"
The sound of hurried footsteps kept ringing in his ears.
Over 100 Great Qin's soldiers started to march towards the north. They were in a dense forest, and they needed to check if there were any abnormalities.
Such a high-intensity run might be better for the veterans, but for the recruits who had just joined the army, it was no less than torture. They had not even run for 30 minutes, but they were all so tired that they were out of breath.
The speed of a normal 'rapid march' was about 15 kilometers per hour.
After all, most of them grew up eating corn. Compared to those who grew up eating meat, their physical strength was naturally inferior.
Coupled with the weight of the weapon he was holding, it was as if he was running with a load.
"Whoosh-Whoosh-"
Mang Feng's breathing began to become chaotic, but he was still barely able to hold on.
He turned to look at the boor beside him. This guy was still in a state where his face did not turn red or his heart did not jump. He did not even change his expression when he was marching. How good was this guy's physical strength?
"Damn... Boor, you... Aren't you tired?"
"It's fine. It's just right for warming up.”
After running for the time for an incense stick to burn, Boor felt his body heating up as if he had just finished warming up.
This bit of consumption was nothing to Boor, who had already strengthened his body. Perhaps he would have to march for another day before he would run out of stamina.
"Your…Stamina…That's too good…"
"It's because your stamina is too weak."
Boor shook his head and said.
However, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, the nutrition of the ancient people was too poor, and their physical fitness was definitely inferior to that of the modern army.
In addition, they had just joined the army for ten days and had only undergone a simple training. Their physical strength had not been replenished.
A Qin soldier standing beside Boor suddenly lost his balance and fell forward.
Boor, who had noticed this situation, quickly moved to block his fall.
"Hey, be careful."
"Yes, Sergeant."
This was one of Boor's subordinates, from Mang Village.
He was only a young man who had just turned fifteen years old, and his body was usually considered weak.
If it wasn't for Boor's quick reflexes, he would probably have really fallen and suffered a few more injuries.
"Everyone is from Mang Village, so take care of each other.”
"Since the villagers are all together, they should stick together on the battlefield. That way, they can survive better.”
"If we act alone on the battlefield, it's no different from courting death.”
“.........”
Boor said in a deep voice.
Although he was sometimes reckless, it did not mean that he was stupid.
Since he had become a 'sergeant' and was leading the four people from Mang Village, he had the responsibility to bring them back alive!
"It's really inappropriate for you to say such words.”
"That's right, that's right. At that time, you'll definitely be intoxicated.”
"Pfft-"
"Don't mess around! Hear it all in your heart!"
Boor's determined face revealed a helpless expression in response to his peers 'teasing.
What kind of joke was this? Did he look like such a reckless person?!
Do you think that I will charge into the enemy's army alone on the battlefield? I, Boor, am usually 'calm' and 'rational' ah!
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