Chapter 1457: 1458 two days holiday

 In the past half year or so, the Tang Empire was busy building water plants, building power plants, and building various factories, but it was not busy gathering troops to prepare for landing across the sea.

The emperor Tang Mo was concerned about the issue of food and wine, how many new movie theaters were built across the country, and the eight newly formed football clubs, but he was not concerned about the situation in the Eastern Continent.

Even Prime Minister Roger went to Shu to personally inquire about the agricultural production situation. Deputy Prime Minister Chu Muzhou recently inspected work in Fengjiang, and Imperial Chief of Staff Loew organized the mobilization and construction of garrison troops in the central region in Yongping... So many big shots, almost No one asked about the battle plan to land on the Eastern Continent.

Only a few young staff officers in the staff quarreled red-faced every day over the landing point, as if as long as they won the argument here, His Majesty the Emperor would agree to their plan and implement it immediately.

 The problem is that the more they discuss it, the faster it seems to cool down. Even some generals who had actively requested war, including Feng Kezhi, were no longer interested in landing on the Eastern Continent.

 Everyone is thinking of ways to build infrastructure, and the military has also stepped up to do what it can. The originally planned landing exercise was directly postponed three months and three months.

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In a trench filled with wooden planks, a Dornish Empire soldier was looking at the beach in front of him in a daze. He has been stationed here for more than a month, and his daily job is to wait here for the powerful Tang people to arrive.

 Not far in front of him was a barrier area composed of a wide barbed wire fence. Any enemy trying to climb over this area will be torn to pieces by machine gun fire from both sides.

 The entire trench was carefully designed, and I heard that many of the details were lessons learned from the lives of Qin soldiers.

 Ammunition is stored in small storage pits dug horizontally on the walls of the trenches that can be easily grabbed. Drainage channels are also reserved under the trenches.

 There is a covered bullet shelter area at regular intervals. If the battle is fierce, it can also be used as a temporary treatment area to store the wounded.

 There is usually a machine gun fire point directly behind these enclosed bullet shelters to cover one's own side and suppress the overcoming enemy troops.

There are spare trenches behind the trenches, and there are communication trenches connecting the two trenches. There are a total of three criss-crossing defense lines, and in some places there are even as many as five.

 At the widest firing range of the position, there are artillery positions with one or two 100 mm or 105 mm caliber howitzers. They can block the beach with their pre-measured shooting elements and cause huge trouble to the Tang army.

The emplacements of these artillery pieces are reinforced with cement, have roofs on them, and are camouflaged, making them difficult to detect and not easy to destroy.

 Further back, larger-caliber artillery is ready, and underground ammunition depots dozens of meters deep are even partially connected to each other, which can serve as tunnels to support each other when necessary.

 Every place seemed to be designed very reasonably, so the Dornish soldier standing in the trench felt that the Tang army would definitely not come here to die.

But what he, a little soldier, didn't know was that the planks installed on the trench in front of him to prevent collapse were half thinner than specified. And the place where he was was even a model project. Further away, the quality, depth, and even length of the trenches were compromised.

“What are you looking at?” The squad leader walked up behind the soldier, took out an off-brand cigarette from his pocket, and stuffed it into his mouth: “Look at the sea every day, what’s new?”

"There is no sea in my hometown. This is the first time I have seen such a big... sea. It is so wide and there are such big waves. I wonder how someone could come from the other side of the sea and attack such a strong defense line." The soldier looked at When he arrived, his squad leader stood at attention and answered the other party's question.

"This is not a problem you should worry about. The superiors just issued an order to allow soldiers to take turns to take leave and go to nearby cities for recreation." The squad leader struck the damp match several times, finally lit the cigarette, and then said There is good news for everyone.

“Can I go to Neverwinter?” The soldier was curious about what the city that was said to be very prosperous was like, which was very close to the position he was stationed in, so he asked excitedly.

"I've been there before, and it's not that good. It was bombed very badly, and you can see some craters on the streets." The squad leader blew out a smoke ring boredly, shook his head, and said with a dazed look in his eyes.

He seemed to think of something, and then flicked the cigarette ashes with his finger and said, "But the girls there are quite nice. Although the price is expensive, they are really pretty and they know how to play... Forget it, you have said too much. I don’t understand, just a chick.”

"I, I have a lover in my hometown." The young soldier emphasized with some dissatisfaction, but thinking of the rustic village girl, he felt a little guilty.

 When he just said he wanted to go to Neverwinter, he actually wanted to meet the girls in the city. I heard the noncommissioned officers in charge of the radio equipment boast that the girls there were gentle and sexy, they were simply goddesses.

"Then I don't recommend you to go there. I heard that things are really not that good there now." The squad leader suggested very considerately.

 In the big cities, the little salary the soldiers have is simply not enough to spend, and the place is already a bit disappointing.

The Tang Army's bombings destroyed many bustling neighborhoods. The bustling streets and **** chicks in the past are almost extinct. Instead, there is a group of street gangsters selling black crows.

As long as someone is infected with that stuff, the meager military salary will be drained out quickly. This is what he heard from a company commander next door. A platoon leader of the other party was made inhuman by that drug. Ghost or not...

“Can I go home and have a look during the holidays?” Xiaobing thought of another place to go.

The monitor sighed, shook his head and said: "There are only two days, and everyone only has two days off. If I were you, I would use these two days to find a place to take a good bath, and then sleep on a clean bed. Good night's sleep."

He is telling the truth, because living in such a cramped trench is very depressing. The place is filled with the stench of sweat and annoying fleas, rats can be seen everywhere, and the hygiene of the soldiers is very problematic.

If the Tang Empire doesn't come back, maybe some plague will break out here soon and kill all of them as soldiers...