Rise from the sword

Chapter 47 Morale and Fudge

There is an open space 500 meters away on the left side of Yangcun.

The location here is a little remote, and there is a raised bush and forest between Yangcun and Yangcun. In addition, it is in February in the northeast of Shanxi and the mountains are covered by heavy snow, so few people set foot on it.

There is no moon tonight, the sky is gloomy and gray, and in the evening, the surroundings are even more silent, and the freezing cold makes the insects and birds unable to whisper.

At this time, the Second Battalion of the Independent Regiment, elite veterans mobilized from the First Battalion and the Third Battalion, plus ten communications soldiers, a total of 160 people lined up neatly in this open space. At the front of the team, ten soldiers held torches to illuminate the open space.

Zhang Dabiao stood in the front row of the team, glanced at the neatly lined up people, his tone was low:

"A class of 16 people, four groups in each class, each group has a mule and horse, all equipment and supplies are placed on the horse's back, and they move forward lightly. Each group leader is optimistic about the mules and horses. The squad leader pays attention to the members of each group not to fall behind."

The light of the torch was not bright, but under the reflection of the white snow on the ground, he could also see what everyone looked like at this time.

The 160-member commando team all wore brand-new gray cotton-padded jackets and trousers, Northeast-style cold-proof big hats, and warm boots refitted from captured devil leather boots.

The team is lined up in ten rows, with 16 people in each row, in groups of four.

Next to each group is a sturdy and huge mule and horse. The wide saddle is full of ammunition boxes, weapons and cotton bags, as well as four small quilts. A huge waterproof canvas covers the entire horse's back.

The cotton bag is full of white flour flatbread, which has been fried with green onion in advance, and can be eaten directly, even if the taste is not good and a little bit chewy, it can also be boiled into a batter, which tastes good.

"Our goal is Mashiling in the south of Meng County. It is 120 miles away from here. It is now seven o'clock at night. We will arrive at our destination by seven o'clock tomorrow."

As soon as Zhang Dabiao's words fell, there was a loud noise in the team.

How is it possible to march 120 miles overnight in this snowy day?

Isn't this killing people?
The faces of the recruits who have been in the army for less than a year have changed greatly, and even the backbone veterans who have been in the army for more than two years are dignified.

On the other hand, the expressions of the few elite veterans who have been in the army for more than four or five years have not changed much. These people just touched the warm cotton-padded clothes on their bodies, and then looked at the thick waterproof and warm shoes under their feet. They were eager to try.

"Quiet"

Zhang Dabiao raised his eyebrows and spoke harshly.

The open space was suddenly silent, and everyone kept their breathing very low.

As expected of Li Da's confidant and love, Zhang Dabiao erected his majesty in just a few days.

"You don't even need to carry a single bullet on your body. All the crew march forward lightly. The equipment, supplies, and food are all on the horses. These mules and horses don't need to be taken care of by you. They go faster than you."

"Your new cotton military uniforms are also warm, so you don't have to worry about frostbite. The boots under your feet are specially made and are very warm. You won't get wet when you step on the snow. The hats are all the wool of the Northeast Army, specially customized by the regiment commander."

"The snow on the mountain is not thick, and the route we took this time was a packhorse road, which was very flat."

"Now, does anyone still think it's impossible to march 120 miles overnight?"

Although Zhang Dabiao's tone was ruthless, it also made many people in the commando look more relaxed.

There is no need to carry any weight, equipment and supplies are carried by mules and horses, and the packhorse road is a gravel road, which is not very slippery. It should be much easier to walk than the usual snow march...

But marching 120 miles overnight...
Those soldiers in the second battalion who had been enlisted for less years still had a solemn expression on their faces, and some people even trembled in their calves.

Usually, on a sunny day, a [-]-mile march in the wild would be exhausting.

It is snowing heavily now, and there are still sporadic snowflakes floating in the sky, and it is still at night, and we have to covertly march for 120 miles...
Looking around, I saw that although many soldiers were still nervous and solemn, Zhang Dabiao was quite satisfied.

Not bad, just nervous and dignified, or afraid, but not withdrawn.

Marching 120 miles in the snow overnight, if it is a heavy load, dozens of kilograms of weapons and ammunition supplies must be carried by yourself, let alone this group of recruits who have less than a year, even if you are yourself...
Then add some more firewood to boost morale...
"Everyone is a soldier of the Independence Regiment. Not long ago, Yangcun was attacked by a small group of devils. Everyone should not forget it," Zhang Dabiao said solemnly.

"did not forget"

At the front of the team, Su Jigang, the former battalion commander of the second battalion, shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, a roar of excitement was heard in unison:

"did not forget"

Everyone's eyes were immediately red, and both the soldiers from the original second battalion and the soldiers from other battalions were full of hatred.

How could it be forgotten?

How many people and comrades in the whole regiment died in the hands of those little devils?
How many people's villagers and comrades died in the hands of those little devils?
How could such hatred be forgotten!

"According to the information we got, this group of devils is called the Yamamoto Special Forces"

Zhang Dabiao continued: "It is this group of Yamamoto special agents. They set off from Shou County, walked 120 miles on the mountain road to Yangcun Village, climbed up a cliff more than 20 meters high and attacked the rear of our independent regiment's position."

"The battle lasted less than an hour, and our regiment killed more than 200 soldiers, and more than 100 soldiers were injured."

"And we only have seven of them left"

"seven people"

Speaking of this, Zhang Dabiao said hoarsely, with a grim face: "There are more than 1000 people in our independent regiment, and we fought with more than 30 devils. They killed 200 of us, and we only killed seven of them."

When all the commandos heard the words "Seven", they clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and grimaced.

The tone changed, and Zhang Dabiao suddenly said in a calm tone:

"Of course, this can't be entirely blamed on our independent regiment, the devils have a sleight of hand, and they have enough ammunition, and there are seven or eight cantaloupe grenades. In addition, these devils are well-trained and their marksmanship is accurate, we can't beat them. normal"

"The weapons and ammunition are not comparable, the training is not comparable, and the fight is not normal"

Glancing at everyone on the side, Zhang Dabiao's tone was high and fierce again:
"But, the new guns issued yesterday should all be in everyone's hands."

"A team of 160 people, equipped with forty Czech-style guns, all made in Germany, each with two boxes of bullets, and 140 German-made [-]-gun shell pistols, and [-] German-made large tumors"

"Now our equipment is only stronger than the equipment of the little devil of the Yamamoto special team"

"However, there is still a big gap between us and the devils in training."

"The route we took this time was the route that Yamamoto's secret service team used to attack Yangcun before. These devils carried all their equipment and marched 120 miles on foot. It only took them ten hours, and they still had the strength to fight us. , and even defeated us"

"Then we must be able to do it"

"By seven o'clock tomorrow morning, march to Mashiling, 120 miles away, and the completed team will be formally organized as a commando to carry out the task of long-distance raids on the devil's lair."

"The small group of devils will attack our base from a long distance, then we will also attack their lair from a distance."

"We brought more bullets, more machine guns, more grenades, to blow up their nests, to kill the devils"

Going to the devil's nest to fight devils... When the voice came here, all the commandos opened their eyes wide, and the group was enthusiastic and eager to try.

"Are you confident?"

Zhang Dabiao asked loudly.

"Have confidence," the crowd shouted in unison.

"Say it again, the voice is too low, the labor and management can't hear it," Zhang Dabiao roared.

"Confidence" is louder, neater and louder.

"Ok, let's go"

Zhang Dabiao waved his hand, and Su Jigang, who was in the front row, set off with everyone. As the former second battalion commander, the deputy captain of the commando team, he knew the marching route and actual plan.

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"This Zhang Dabiao is a tiger general."

On the side, watching Zhang Dabiao's remarks made the soldiers excited, Zhao Gang nodded with admiration.

Then Political Commissar Zhao frowned, a little puzzled.

Didn't it say that the devils came from Shou County?
Shou County is only [-] miles away from Yang Village, so how did it become Meng County?
And what's going on with this long-range mission to raid the devil's lair?

He walked to Zhang Dabiao and asked his doubts.

"Oh, this, this is to strengthen training, enhance morale, try to simulate actual combat situations, and make the soldiers feel that they are conducting long-range raids. This kind of training has the best effect."

"These weapons and ammunition are also brought to be more realistic"

Zhang Dabiao had already prepared for this, or it had been instructed by Colonel Li a long time ago.

"Then the 120-mile rapid march is no problem, it's a snowy day"

It turns out that... nodded suddenly, Zhao Gang continued to ask: "It's easy to go wrong with such a high-intensity march."

Twelve hours and 120 miles of rapid marching in the snow means that you have to walk ten miles per hour, which is already approaching the limit of human physical fitness!
Zhang Gang also participated in military training.

"Political commissar, please rest assured that it is not necessary to march for 120 miles. In fact, Yangcun is only about [-] miles away from Mashitan, and if the soldiers are too physically weak, we will definitely stop. We have brought waterproof canvas tents. Set up camp to rest, and brought sufficient food supplies, and there is a doctor in the team.”

Zhang Dabiao's explanation gave Zhao Gang a sigh of relief.

"Commissar, I'm leaving"

Looking at the commandos that have all the mountain roads, Zhang Dabiao said.

After speaking, Zhang Dabiao glanced at Zhao Gang.

The political commissar should not have noticed anything abnormal...

"Go, stay safe"

Zhao Gang waved his hand and motioned Zhang Dabiao to follow the team. Suddenly, he saw the guard and monk beside him looking at the commando in the distance, eager to try, so he pulled Zhang Dabiao and said:
"It's okay to add another person to your team, right?"

"Ah, no problem, we have fully prepared the materials, but you..." Zhang Dabiao was startled, he thought Zhao Gang was going to go in person.

"Monk, go and clean up and follow up. I'm very safe in the regiment headquarters," Zhao Gang said to the monk beside him.

"Yes." Monk Wei was overjoyed.

In the past few days, he has been following the political commissar every day. He feels that his hands and feet are rusted, and he has long wanted to go and move his muscles.

The political commissar arranged his own guards into the commando team, so no problem would be seen... Zhang Dabiao's mouth suddenly twitched.

　The next chapter is tomorrow morning, something to do at night...

　　Thanks for the reward of the salary era, three grams of oil...
　　
　
(End of this chapter)