From Tongguan to Guangyuan, Liu Lang read the map. He had to go through Xi'an to Hanzhong, the gateway on the other side of Shaanxi, and then enter Sichuan through Qingmuchuan Town in Hanzhong. In this era, there were no expressways or national roads in Shaanxi, but there was only one for people and mules to walk.
The dirt road is still smooth, so we are lucky.
The entire journey was 600 kilometers and 1,200 miles, all on two legs.
After arriving in Hanzhong and entering the rolling mountains, Liu Lang understood the so-called poem "The road to Shu is difficult, it is difficult to reach the blue sky", and then he understood that in the past, one hundred thousand Sichuan Army soldiers walked from northern Sichuan for more than three months on a pair of iron feet.
How difficult it was to reach the front line of Songhu.
Among the thousands of mountains, there is only one winding dirt road for three or four people to walk side by side. Except for the lush trees around you and the blue sky above your head, all large vehicles with a width of more than two meters have been abandoned, and most of the baggage has been carried.
As for the mules and horses, the rest depends entirely on human power.
Liu Lang was well prepared before entering the mountain road. All the soldiers, except for the wounded soldiers who had limited mobility in their legs and feet, were fully armed, and each soldier could carry more than 20 kilograms of weight, which was almost as much as the more than 30 kilograms of individual soldiers of the People's Liberation Army in later generations.
This kind of high-intensity field march can best train the soldiers' will. Although the road is difficult and dangerous, Liu Lang still stipulated the daily marching mileage on the rugged mountain road. The entire army must march an astonishing 80 miles a day while fully armed.
, this is even more exaggerated than the 150 miles from Tongguan to Weinan last time.
Although the distance was less than half of that time, that time I was traveling lightly on a flat road, while this time I was heavily armed and walked on a mountainous road that kept going up and down. But the most painful thing is that in the past,
Marching at such a speed is not one day, nor two days. From the map, there is still a full 500 miles from the edge of the Hanzhong Plain to Guangyuan. According to Liu Lang's plan, it will take six days to march. It will be really tiring.
dead person's.
Although Yu Xiancheng and Liang Wenzhong have strongly opposed it, this cannot stop Liu Lang's determination.
Not to mention that in the past time and space, Liu Lang's Longyan troops once had a record of marching 300 kilometers in a week in the primitive jungle, fully armed and without supplies. Just two years later, in this era, there was a miraculous army.
, starting from Causeway Bay on October 16, 1934, and arriving at Tangerwan in Wuqi Town, northern Shaanxi Province on October 21, 1935, for a whole year, that miraculous army fought in an environment more dangerous than the mountains in front of it.
Next, he was hungry and fought against the pursuers who were chasing him everywhere. He still moved forward tenaciously. The total distance traveled was more than 25,000 miles, with an average daily distance of 72 miles.
Although they suffered countless losses on the difficult and dangerous road, those who could walk out of that road alive were all the best among the best. That was beyond the scope of military skills. The kind of tenacity that was comparable to steel could almost wipe out people's lives.
differences in equipment.
At this point, the record of the Red Army that fought from 1937 to 1953 speaks for itself. Regardless of whether the Japanese or American soldiers were armed to the teeth, they all failed in front of the Red soldiers with far inferior equipment.
Blood flow.
Since the red troops can do it, Liu Lang has no reason not to believe that his group of soldiers who can also be called elites can't do it.
Of course, it is undeniable that Liu Lang's soldiers carry more weight, and the red troops are almost lightly armed, because they have nothing but an old gun and a few bullets.
Having nothing is more terrifying than having nothing, and everyone understands that.
Anyone who doesn't understand is being stupid.
"Damn it, I won't leave even if I'm beaten to death. You damn fat guy is trying to kill someone!" The moment he heard Liu Lang announcing his order to the officers under his command, the person directly under the regiment headquarters who heard it first was the one who heard it first.
A new cook in the cooking class was carrying his newly acquired artifact - a large iron pot - and collapsed to the ground, with tears streaming down his face.
The march for several days had completely drained Gou Defu, who was already relatively weak, of all his physical strength. When he heard this order, Gou Defu completely collapsed.
"What a coward, why are you crying? Aren't you just walking more distance? If you were asked to fight the little devil, your child would be so scared that he wet his pants?" Shi Datou looked at Gou Defu who was lying on the ground crying with super contempt.
He glanced at it and said.
If it weren't for the commander's order, Shi Datou wouldn't have bothered to take another look at this young master who was usually domineering but actually a scumbag. Even though he was his only subordinate, he couldn't even cook for himself until he had a meal.
What's the use of a man living in this world? Shi Datou, who has never forgotten his identity as a steamed bun, attaches great importance to this.
"Isn't your kid just a steamed bun maker? Even with your heroic brother, you are still a steamed bun maker, so why are you taking advantage of me? I just won't leave, how can your baby get a bonus? You can do it if you have the ability.
Damn it." Gou Defu, who had an emotional breakdown, was ready to risk his life now and sarcastically said.
The main reason was that Shi Datou was still honest and honest in the past few days, which made Gou Defu feel that maybe it was just an accident that day, or maybe he was fooled. Everyone who makes steamed buns has become a master, so why do you need a master?
"Okay! It's okay if you don't leave. The commander has ordered the entire army to rest tonight. I'll give you a chance to go back by yourself. For the sake of my fellow countrymen, I'll give you a weapon for self-defense." Shi Datou nodded honestly.
said.
Gou Defu's eyes suddenly widened.
I really want to swallow what I just said.
The man who made the bun was very honest. He said he would give him a self-defense weapon and tailor-made it for him on the spot. After looking around, he kicked out and an ash tree as thick as a bowl was directly broken.
It’s such a shame. I guess this is the only word that can describe the mood of Gou Dewei, who is staring at his big eyes at this moment. The Tongguan area belongs to the hilly area of the Guanzhong Plain. There are not many tree species, and ash tree is one of them.
So he got to know the ash tree purely because the ash tree is an economic tree species that can make money. Its bark can be used as medicine, its wood is tough and it is a good material for making furniture. Uncle Liu, the housekeeper of the family, specially introduced it to him.
Gou Defu remembers that the long-term workers in the family took a long time to cut off a tree as thick as a bowl, but how about this person who cut it directly with his feet?
What's even more outrageous is that this man not only used his feet, but also used his hands as a knife. He cut off the branches with one palm and selected a trunk of suitable thickness. Using his hands and feet together, in a short while, five pieces of bark were peeled off with one branch.
A foot-long pewter pole appeared in front of him.
Maybe he felt that the power of a big stick was not enough, so the real cook team leader pulled out the bayonet hanging from his waist with his backhand. With one palm strike, he split the front end of the pewter stick, inserted the bayonet, tied it tightly with a rope, and shook the stick tail.
Shaking out a few flowers of gun flowers, he handed it to Gou Defu who was still stunned with satisfaction: "Hold it, you can't take the gun away. This thing should be able to ensure your safety. Even if you encounter a tiger, you can kill it."
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"Damn it, you can kill a tiger, but that doesn't mean I can kill it too!" Gou Defu waved his hands and rejected Shi Datou's kindness.
The bun maker's words reminded him that there are big insects in the Qinling Mountains. What could he do with a gun, not to mention this earthen spear?
It will become enough food for the big insects to fill their stomachs, and then turn into fertilizer. Compared with this, it is better to die from exhaustion, and at least you can make a grave.
Of course, what scares people more about getting rich is not getting turned into roujiamo by the steamed bun maker before you run away. Recently, it seems that he is studying this because he has meat.
Those who make steamed buns definitely have this ability.