However, having settled the wounded and left behind a large amount of supplies and captures, the Great Wall Regiment was not completely lightly armed.

Zhao Ergou's artillery company is full of big guys.

The two Bofors mountain guns have a long range and accurate shells, and they are a big killer weapon to crush the Japanese 41 mountain guns, especially after the Japanese army has only some infantry guns left, it is simply the thickest stick to beat the little devils, and it must be followed.

It's just that the Swedish mountain artillery, which seems to be well maneuverable on the plains, still exposes some shortcomings when fighting in the mountains, and it is still a little bulky.

Especially in a pursuit battle like this, which has been dismantled into eleven pieces, but the weight of each piece is still more than 50 kilograms, which still becomes a huge burden.

If manpower is used, these two big treasures not only need up to 50 artillery men to take turns to carry them on their shoulders, but walking dozens of kilometers a day is also a terrifying nightmare for these artillerymen.

Fortunately, although the dozens of large carts of the baggage company have basically been damaged by the bumps of thousands of miles, the horses and mules of the trailer are still there. It's barely enough to afford some capacity.

But Liu Lang no longer knows how to kick Zhao Ergou's ass. The goods actually disobeyed the military order of the explosives, dug a pit and buried five Japanese-style mountain guns overnight, hoping to wait for them to be used in the future, not to mention, the remaining four guns were disassembled by him, including his company commander, all the soldiers carried flat shoulders, ready to carry the four Japanese-style mountain guns on their shoulders and follow the large army.

"Are you shitty crazy? You can carry these cannons for ten miles, but can you carry them for a hundred miles? Liu Lang looked at the artillery company with more than 100 people standing neatly carrying mountain artillery parts and shells on their backs, and his nose was almost crooked.

Of course, Liu Lang didn't want artillery, in the field battle that was about to be fought with the Eighth Division, if there were more of these mountain artillery, the little devils of the Eighth Division who could only be beaten passively would definitely be beaten to tears.

However, the enormous power of the cannon is not in vain, and the weight of hundreds of kilograms makes transportation a problem for all armies. Otherwise, an artillery wing of 3,000 people of the Japanese army would only have a total of 32 mountain guns, and that thing would have to be transported with a lot of manpower and animal power.

As for the howitzers of the Japanese heavy artillery brigade, Liu Lang never thought about it at all, without truck towing, the so-called heavy artillery is a joke.

But when it comes to towing trucks, even if the trucks are properly placed there, can the entire Great Wall regiment find more than two drivers?

Even decades later, in the Republic, car driving initially existed as a scarce profession. If you think about the "female drivers" of the future republic who have experienced endless difficulties and finally got a driver's license and can still become a road killer with an automatic transmission, you will know that driving is really not as easy as imagined, not to mention dragging a cannon behind.

"Sir, don't worry, even if you are exhausted, my brothers in the artillery company will not hold back the infantry brothers, we will follow them. Just let us keep these cannons! Zhao Ergou's lips twitched with difficulty, and he looked at Liu Lang with pleading eyes.

For artillerymen, artillery is their lifeblood, more important than their wives. At this point, Zhao Ergou, who has always been a ruffian, is unprecedentedly serious.

Liu Lang wanted to say no, because he knew very well that with their hundred men and twenty or thirty mules and horses, it would be difficult to transport these six mountain guns plus more than a dozen mortars out of more than thirty miles, especially the Japanese-style mountain artillery did not have many shells, and the total number would not exceed one hundred, which was still the result of Zhao Ergou's private hiding.

But starting from Zhao Ergou, the company commander, from the platoon commander to the squad leader to the soldiers, the weight on everyone's body will never be less than 30 kilograms, and their pleading eyes still make Liu Lang hesitate.

Just as Liu Lang gritted his teeth and was still ready to ruthlessly let them abandon the gun, Bai Yunyue, who was in charge of logistics, excitedly ran over and reported the situation in Liu Lang's ear.

Liu Lang raised his eyebrows and glanced at the excited Lao Bai suspiciously, could it be so coincidental? Could it be that Zhao Ergou privately promised Bai Tuan some benefits! Zhao Ergou is a good person, and after the eight-day battle, they have long been warm like a family with Qi Guangyuan and Dong Shengtang, and it is naturally not a problem to win an honest person like Bai Yunyue.

It is no wonder that Liu Lang is suspicious, just now he was still saying that this cannon is too heavy and the artillery company cannot transport it over long distances. Here, Bai Yunyue ran over and told him that the ten howitzers of the Japanese heavy artillery brigade had been blown up, but a few tracked heavy artillery tractors that stayed in the distance were miraculously not destroyed in the battle and were saved.

What surprised Liu Lang even more was that Qi Guangyuan and Dong Shengtang were poor scum in the two regiments, and the baggage directly under the regiment headquarters even relied on manpower wheelbarrows to transport materials, and there were even few mules and horses, not to mention any mechanization, they didn't even use mules, and they actually drove trucks and were old drivers.

After a big battle, the old driver, who was lucky enough to survive, saw these strange-looking big guys, and naturally couldn't help but itch his hands, went up and tinkered a few times, and actually started this kind of track-drawn heavy artillery tractor.

Listening to Bai Yunyue's description, Liu Lang knew that what kind of tractor the Japanese Kwantung Army configured for the heavy artillery brigade should be the predecessor of the Type 92 heavy artillery tractor that the Japanese army will serve in the future, and the power should be more than 30 horsepower, otherwise, it will not be able to pull those large ones that weigh several tons at every turn.

You know, the current China is not like the future, where roads can be built to the villages, and these heavy artillery can generally only be pulled by tractors in the wilderness.

If these heavy artillery tractors can be used, then the transportation of the artillery battery should not be a big problem.

"Let's go, let's see." Liu Lang raised his eyebrows and said to Bai Yunyue.

Just two steps, Liu Lang looked back at Zhao Ergou, who was still standing in place and looked a little pitiful, and said angrily: "Where are you still stunned to make wool, let Lao Tzu keep up." ”

The three infantry battalions had already taken the lead, and the rest except for Zhao Ergou's artillery was the baggage soldiers led by Bai Yunyue who were responsible for transporting supplies.

It is not so much a baggage soldier, but a wounded soldier, when the war is at its most intense, whether it is a baggage soldier or a strong man, the battle has been fought so far, and there are not many professional baggage soldiers. Simply, the three infantry battalion commanders discussed and sent to Bai Yunyue those guys in their team who were a little injured but not seriously injured and could still work, firstly, to give him logistical strength, and secondly, to let these guys be raised, and after a period of time, they will be a good man who will be alive and well.

When Liu Lang rushed to the location of the logistics department with the sweaty artillery company carrying the cannon parts on his back, he saw that the lightly wounded soldiers who were either wearing bandages on their heads or hanging their arms were cheering in a heap.

In the field, a crawler tractor with two rows of seats and a big head is moving forward and backward, turning left and right, seemingly engaged in a driving show.

Looking at the tractor roaring back and forth with black smoke, Liu Lang frowned slightly, the car is there, it seems that some people can drive, but what about the oil? Where did it come from?

Bai Yunyue saw Liu Lang's brows furrowed, his heart jumped, and he hurriedly shouted at the tractor: "Mo Songzi, what's the smelly show, hurry up and stop and give Lao Tzu over." ”

"It's coming, it's coming." A man about thirty years old, who was not tall, wearing a tattered blue ** military uniform with exposed cotton and a yellow Japanese army hat on his head, looked a little nondescript, jumped from the passenger seat of the tractor.

Running to Liu Lang and Bai Yunyue's side, this nondescript but capable-looking guy smiled and saluted Liu Lang and Bai Yunyue and said, "Sir, Mo Songzi came to report." ”

Sure enough, it was an old driver, and Liu Lang first had a preliminary impression of this one in his heart.