At about 10 o'clock in the middle of the night, Song Beichuan's large troops arrived at Chu Xiaoyi's location, and they arrived at a position less than 5,000 meters away from the enemy early.

This position has a great risk, but the greater the risk, the higher the reward, and the enemy never expected that the enemy would stay under the nose.

Before waiting for Song Beichuan to arrive, Chu Xiaoyi and his men did two things here. One was to set up a camp tent. At this time, the snow sleeping bag played a life-saving role. In addition, the tent blocked the wind and snow, so it would not be too cold when sleeping at night.

Another thing is to investigate the geographical environment here, first of all, determine the location here based on the latitude and longitude. This is a technical job. Of course, Chu Xiaoyi will, but after all, he is just a history teacher, and his talent in this area is still slightly worse.

The results obtained by awakening the precise calculation on the map finally made him understand why a country with backward industries could build such amazing cutting-edge weapons.

When Song Beichuan led the army to arrive, he looked at the arrangements around him. He stationed the camp behind a leeward rock, and there was no slackness caused by the wind and snow. He had already arranged for people to stay at their posts in the vast snow, holding guns, and patrolling around like cheetahs in the snow, and being careful of the enemy's attacks.

After seeing it, Song Beichuan nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Chu Xiaoyi was not an unknown person. He had already made a decision in his heart. After this time, he was determined to ascend him.

But when his army arrived, he had never come out to greet him. Just an adjutant came to welcome Song Beichuan. This action made Hu Yong next to him very unhappy. He just held military power and did such a arrogant thing. If he held great power in the future, it would be great.

"This Chu Xiaoyi is a little unfair to take the Governor seriously!"

Song Beichuan glanced at him, patted his shoulder and said, "It is very time now, there is no need to engage in these formalisms. As long as you can win the war, these are nothing."

When the adjutant heard this, he felt a little respectful to Song Beichuan.

"Where are other people now?"

The adjutant waved his hand and said, "Come with me."

Then everyone came to a tent and saw a folding table inside, a kerosene lamp lighted on it, and a map about one meter long.

Chu Xiaoyi wrote and painted on it without even raising his head.

The adjutant wanted to say that the governor had come and said this, but Song Beichuan raised his hand and told them not to interrupt him, and walked forward and looked at what he was painting.

Chu Xiaoyi was really too serious in doing things. There was a living person standing in front of him, but he didn't know it at all.

Fifteen minutes later, he threw the pencil on the table and said, "I finally figured it out."

He suddenly looked up and found that Song Beichuan and the others were standing in the tent. He couldn't help but blurt out: "When did you come!"

Song Beichuan's mouth raised slightly and said, "It's not long before, let's not talk about this for now. What's your progress?"

"Learn two points, one is where we are now, and the other is why this country has the ability to make that kind of motorcycle."

Song Beichuan nodded. He was completely confused about his current location. Since he came to Tatar Kingdom, he never thought about being there again. He always followed the enemy and waited for the position to calculate the position.

"Then where are we now?" Ye Ting asked.

“Novosibirsk!”

The people present had top-level geography knowledge. The most commander should not only be familiar with weapons and equipment, but also be clear about map drawing, which is a basic skill that is just getting started.

So when he said this, everyone knew what this place meant. First of all, this Novosibirsk industrial zone was built on the border between the Tatars and Russia. The machinery industry was extremely developed and was one of the four major industrial zones in Russia. The importance of it can be imagined.

From this we can calculate that after these Tatars killed the original Russian people, they occupied the magpie's nest and took it for themselves, so that they could have the tools to build that kind of motorcycle.

But although there are tools, people who use tools are also indispensable.

After hearing this, Song Beichuan walked around the room, pondered for a while, and said, "Tonight, I must hurry up and give me a report before four o'clock today!"

Now Hu Yong is in charge of the troops of the Hidden Army. After receiving the order, he immediately retreats to arrange related matters.

Song Beichuan continued: "And the soldiers on guard outside must be replaced more frequently, it is best to change them in half an hour. In this way, the cold weather will not cause the soldiers to get cold. Moreover, special treatment will be given to special times, and positions below the battalion commander need to be rotated, and no excuses should be made to refuse."

Who would dare to disobey after giving such a dead order? Although the company commanders and platoon leaders were a little dissatisfied, they had nothing to say. The happiest one was the soldiers below who all supported Song Beichuan and praised him for sympathizing with the soldiers.

When I was waiting for four o'clock in the morning, Song Beichuan crawled out of his sleeping bag and boiled a little ginger by the bonfire. After boiling, the golden liquid had a pungent smell, but this smell did not make you uncomfortable. When it cooled down slightly, pour it into your mouth.

The cold and sleepiness on his body suddenly disappeared without a trace, his face became rosy, and even his eyes became bright and bright.

At this time, Hu Yong came over and said, "The place where the enemy is located has been investigated clearly."

"How is it? How many people are there? What are the easy and difficult places to defend? "

Hu Yong shook his head, laughed in disdain and said, "There are only a hundred people stationed there. Even if the remaining troops in the underground fortress before were added, there were only two thousand people. If I think I want to conquer it, it can be described as easy as a matter of time!"

After hearing this, Song Beichuan said, "Okay, gather the soldiers and launch an attack on the enemy in an hour!"

It took more than half an hour to gather the soldiers and then discuss tactics. This time, no main attack was set up, and tactical attacks such as feint attacks were all main attacks. After all, Song Beichuan brought nearly 8,000 people, several times that of the enemy. Moreover, the enemy did not have the advantage of terrain, and there was not even a solid city wall. Even if he started street fighting inside, he had enough confidence in his soldiers.

As time came, Song Beichuan led his troops toward the enemy's location.

The vast army left footprints in the vast snow. The morning sun had just risen slowly from the east, illuminating the snow with golden brilliance. A gust of wind blew on his face and melted instantly. Song Beichuan's face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily in his mouth, walking in the snow.

At this time, the troops in front suddenly stopped. Hu Yong hurried over from the front and said, "We're here!"

Song Beichuan walked to the front and looked at the scene ahead and couldn't help but feel respect. He saw that there was an extremely large industrial area in front of him. Various metal buildings rose up, but they seemed to grow out of thin air from the snow.

Blue smoke was whistling from the chimney, soaring into the sky. Whenever real man saw such a building complex, he would burst out a vigorous force from his body. He would fantasize about swinging a huge hammer in front of the fire to beat the burning red iron blocks in front of him, allowing sweat to flow through the bronze skin.

In just a moment, the cold Fengshuang pulled him back to reality and gave orders to everyone, saying, "Everyone is there, ready to attack!"

Gerdofo was lying on the warm bed at this time, sleeping soundly. In the past few days, he had been tortured and was always worried about the pursuit of the enemy.

Now I can finally lie here and have a good sleep. If I can have a white woman hug me, it would be great. Even if I don’t, it doesn’t matter. When I wake up, I will eat a piece of black bread and drink a large cup of vodka.

After tossing and turning on the bed, it seemed that I was no longer sleepy. I picked up the watch beside me and found that it was already nine o'clock, so I slowly got up from the bed.

These days, he has been curious about one thing, why the enemy has not chased him, which he has never made any sense of trouble, but he is used to being cautious, so he spent a few more days to delay time, and then did a strict investigation around him to come here with confidence.

Because this is their only habitable place to live, to be precise, it is no longer within the Tatar Kingdom, and there may be few living people in the Tatar Kingdom. In this case, it is a fantasy and unrealistic to deal with the severe cold and be careful of zombies.

However, although the gentleman here is a foreigner, he is really kind-hearted. He suddenly brought so many people without any displeasure, and he also arranged residences for these ordinary people.

Especially when he did such a thing, he knew in his heart that he had thrown the dead people to the wilderness and was despised by others, but there were some disgusting things that no one would do if you didn't do. Those people would die sooner or later. Even if they were brought here, they would waste a lot of medicines and food, and then die.

Why do these people affect the living?

Kindness comes at a price. Under this condition, food and medical care are equal to the lifeblood of a person. How can he waste it on the dying person? Even if he is scolded, he still has to do such cruel things.

He also believed that someone would understand him in the future.

I stood up and walked to the table to pour myself a glass of vodka. As soon as I picked up the wine glass, I watched the wine in the quilt tremble and ripples.

Just as the door was suddenly pulled open, a soldier walked in in a panic and said, "No...no, the enemy is coming!"
Chapter completed!