. "Hiss--It hurts so much!"

Sitting under the shade of mosquitoes flying, Feili carefully took off her outer pants that had been soaked with sweat repeatedly, and used a long needle to break through the blood bubbles that were ground out from the inner side of her thighs. She grinned in pain for a while, and her long-dried and cracked lips were even bitten out of a few blood marks.

After finally completing this painful work, he slapped a mosquito with a flower-footed landing on his arm, then sighed and raised his neck, drank nearly half a pot of water in one breath, and finally moistened his throat slightly, but at the same time, he felt nauseous from his stomach, and the dizziness in his mind became even stronger.

"Oh, it seems that there is a slight heatstroke. It's so tiring to march for a long distance, even if you ride a broom."

As he reached out to shake the empty kettle, Feili couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he still cheered up and used a miniature water polo technique, filling the kettle again.

Unfortunately, I didn't prepare sour plum soup today, nor did I remember the freezing spells such as snow rain, ice storm and ice cone (it seemed to have the smell of anti-aircraft guns hitting mosquitoes). Otherwise, I could have been comfortable drinking a few ice drinks to relieve the heat as I did in another world... Thinking of this, he couldn't help swallowing and poured a big mouthful of water into his mouth.

Since Feili traveled to this world and joined the military, it has been almost two and a half years, which can be regarded as a long-term training. In addition, the "perfect body" created by the wishing technique is not considered to be fierce, but at least it is far from comparable to the thin otaku who was the first to be.

The problem is that since the end of the last war, Feili has stayed away from the smoke of gunpowder, and lived a pampered and comfortable life, and made a complete homework. This is quite consistent with the standard image of a high-level magician. Even when he went to the Mazca continent, he still stayed in a small and comfortable cabin all day and night, trying to stay as long as possible if he could not come out, so his physical fitness deteriorated very quickly. If the two female vampires were not training (or training) this incompetent waste, he might have completely restored his true nature to the otakus.

In fact, Feili has always lived a very unstable life in daily life, and was always ridden by two powerful female vampires - this is not only a metaphor, but also a fact - in front of the officers and soldiers of the Giant Bear Legion, he lacked enough popularity, prestige and trust. The reason why he can command these people smoothly is that in addition to the title of a magic goddess voter to support him, it is because these guys are actually even more useless than him... I really don't know whether to be relieved or sad.

This time, he forced the attack on Tongbes Port, and the two tigresses at home were rare to join in the fun. Feili was originally excited to show her skills, to reverse her bad image in front of her, and at the same time she also vented the resentment that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time. However... he stroked his thighs, which were stained by the broom handle, and his back, which was covered in sticky salt, and almost lost the strength to smile bitterly.

It is completely different from riding a broom on weekdays, without a trace of cool breeze. Under the scorching sun, the heat waves rolling low altitude, they are tempted to ride on the extremely uncomfortable thin bamboo poles, and it lasts for several hours... This is simply torture - as the commander of the entire army, he must always be in the middle command and dispatch, and at the same time receive strict protection from the guards, and cannot enjoy the joy of extreme galloping at will. In addition, the road is narrow, and there are many people running in front, back, left and right. He, the commander, has been shrouded in large groups of dust...

Without looking in the mirror, Feili also knew that her current situation might not be much better than the Terracotta Warriors.

Fighting is really not an easy thing... Listening to the rumbling sound of cannons coming from afar, he couldn't help but sigh quietly, and his heart was extremely melancholy.

"There are hundreds of thousands of people in Tongbes Port ahead of them who are killing the sky and the earth, but you are very leisurely here!"

A silver portal suddenly appeared in the air, causing some soldiers with strength to raise their guns alertly. A few seconds later, accompanied by teasing words, General Oukai, dressed in thick clothes and long trousers, walked out of the door in a leisurely manner, and then slowly fell to the ground, "...Col. Taylor, why are you still slow down? Mr. Cormante's side is about to finish work!"

After identifying the identity of the visitor, Feili put down her broom-shaped wand in disappointment, and her expression became even darker. "General Oukai, I admit that you are right: first the march was delayed and I failed to meet on time; then I fell down halfway and missed the battle. This would indeed make General Komante very unhappy... But it is really inferior to soldiers. If I can't run far under the sun, what can I do?"

After listening to Feili's explanation, General Oukai turned around with his face tense again, and the mental outlook of the Giant Bear Legion was indeed quite bad. He had just stopped the army for a few minutes, and more than 90% of the people had been knocked down by the fatigue that kept coming. There were snoring sounds everywhere among the bushes and the lawns. The remaining guys who drew bad signs were also weak, fighting with muskets and eyelids.

Moreover, the entire Giant Bear Legion should have a force of seven or eight thousand troops, but now there are only less than three thousand people staying here... It is obvious that the rest of the soldiers had already fallen behind halfway, and anyone who could follow the brigade to run here can be regarded as a very persevering activist.

It was confirmed that the Allies were really unable to support themselves, rather than deliberately delaying the wait and see, General Oukai's stinky face seemed to have become a little more relaxed.

"It seems that the army is really not suitable for the tropical climate... However, recently, especially today, the temperature near Tongbes Port is indeed not very hot, and even the local natives can't bear it." While chatting endlessly, Oukai came to Feili's side and squatted down and handed a small silver wine pot, "This is iced sugar cane sweet wine, take a few sips to relieve the heat!"

Feili hesitated for a moment, but still raised her hand to take the wine pot. The coolness in her palm immediately appeared in her heart. After a closer look, the polished outer wall was covered with fine dewdrops. Drink the sweet wine gently in one sip. In an instant, from the mouth to the stomach, it seemed as if an ice line was running through the body. Feili felt that the heat in her body disappeared, and she became much more energetic.

"Thank you, this wine is really refreshing and relieved heat." He licked his lips, raised his head and took a big gulp, and saw that there was not much sweet wine left, so he reluctantly handed the wine pot back. "It's rare that you have prepared a freezing spell in this tropical area. I didn't prepare anything, so I foolishly brought a large number of people out, and ended up making such a joke..."

"Frozen spell? I haven't remembered it today?" General Oukai blinked with a weird expression. "You are also a magician. You should be aware that the spells we store every day are quite limited. In this turbulent and dangerous area, it is not enough to use all to memorize combat spells. How can you waste it on pleasure at will... In actual battles, there is really nothing stupid than casting frozen spells near the equator - it's almost the same to do this in winter or in the polar snowfield battlefield!"

"??!" Feiri was stunned, "Then how did you make the iced sweet wine?"

"It's very simple. Wrap the wine pot with a wet towel and put it in the sun. Remember to sprinkle water when the towel is dry. The sun is so strong in the sky, the wine in the pot will be as cool as possible! Ah, it's really comfortable to drink a glass of ice wine on this hot day!"

General Oukai explained proudly, and at the same time, he raised his hand and raised the silver pot, took a sip of the remaining wine inside, and then exaggeratedly sighed with satisfaction, "Oh, dragging such a weak mortal incarnation, working hard in a remote and backward wilderness for so many years, at least he had to learn a few practical life tips, otherwise he would be unable to live this life!"

It turned out that the method of steaming and refrigeration was used - the liquid was converted from liquid to gas and needed to absorb heat. Therefore, when the moisture in the wet towel gradually steamed in the sun, it would also take away part of the heat of the sweet wine and produce a refrigeration effect. When I was a child, I used a wet towel to prevent melting in summer, which seemed to be based on the same principle...

Feili reached out and knocked on his forehead in an extremely disappointed manner. As a glorious member of the time travel army that represents the most excellent civilization, the most advanced technology, and the most productive force, he not only did not master the most classic "basic time travel skills" such as steel making, cement making, and glass burning, but could only rely on condoms to make money by making small things that could not come to the table. Even many practical life knowledge that he had experienced personally have forgotten, and he still had to rely on "indigenous people" to remind him - I have to say that he, a time traveler, has done a really failed job...

Just as he was still immersed in extreme depression, General Oukai talked about the next topic on his own, "...I see that many of the people in the army were trembling all over and had cramps in their legs. Could it be that they ran all the way with their legs? Why didn't they take the means of transportation?"

"The Xiangrui has lost its ability to fly and cannot get on land. I am not able to raise a large group of pack horses on the ship. What else can I do except walk?" Feili gave him an angrily, "Do you have to hire a large group of natives to carry them all the way with sedan chairs? Even the legendary young master soldiers are not as good as those of the legendary young master soldiers, and they are going to become completely useless master soldiers! In your eyes, how dirty is the Giant Bear Legion?!"

"Haha, of course I don't mean that." General Oukai smiled embarrassedly, "But I remember you should be equipped with many weird iron golems in cockroach shapes. Although these things are ugly, they should be pretty good for transporting people and goods. Well, you seem to have brought some iron cockroaches here this time, but why didn't they use them to serve the soldiers... Huh? What are the sticky things on the back of that iron cockroach?"

The demon general dressed as an ordinary traveler opened his mouth in surprise and saw countless doughs of large and small sizes expanding and blooming on the surface of the hot metal plate with oil sprinkled. Several wide-body fat men were dragging their tired bodies, turning the dough over with bayonets from time to time, and then scattering some dried meat and other things. The tempting fragrance gradually spread, causing the soldiers watching to salivate, their eyes and owls to open, making them look so bright that they would be too late to start later and they would lose their own share.

"Oh, that's our cooks are spreading corn cakes. In such a strong sunshine, there is no need to start a fire and dig a stove. Just spread the cornmeal and water on the back of the black iron cockroach, and you can simmer the cakes in up to five minutes..."

"...If I insist on using iron cockroaches to transport troops, then the ones baked on the black iron sheet will not be the bread, but the butt of a living person... Ah, thank you." Feili raised her body slightly, took the hot tortilla from the serviceman, and carefully applied a thick layer of seasoning sauce, and then put it in her mouth with satisfaction. "Wow, the taste seems quite fragrant. How about you try one? Should the seasoning be yogurt or chili sauce?"

"…Since that's the case, then let's do two and apply yogurt and chili sauce to me!"

After a moment of embarrassing silence, General Oukai lowered his head with a melancholy expression and replied in a low voice.

ps: Considering the heraldry of the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum, the emperor should choose a man, but he doesn't know whether to attack or to receive... Perhaps it is more appropriate to receive. If you choose attack, it should be a spear badge.

Since the Emperor has decided, in order to make a difference, the shogun can only be in a normal direction. After all, there is only the female emperor, no female general.

Other settings are still being filled in one after another. Does anyone know the population of Japan at the end of the shogunate? Is there 30 million?
Chapter completed!