Tongguan to Guangyuan, Liu Lang has seen the map, must pass through Xi'an to the other side of Shaanxi gateway Hanzhong, and then from Hanzhong Aoki River Town into Sichuan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info In this era, there are no highways in Shaanxi, there are no national highways, and it is a blessing to have a smooth dirt road for people and mules and horses to walk.

The whole journey reached 600 kilometers and 1,200 miles, all on two legs.

After arriving in Hanzhong and entering the endless mountains, Liu Lang understood the so-called "Shu Road is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky", and only then did he understand how difficult it was for 100,000 Sichuan soldiers to walk from northern Sichuan to the front line in Songhu for more than three months with a pair of iron legs.

In the middle of the mountains, there is only a dirt road for three or four people walking side by side, except for the lush trees around them, that is, the blue sky overhead, all the carts wider than two meters have been abandoned, most of the baggage is carried on the mules and horses, and the rest is all dependent on manpower.

Liu Lang was prepared before entering the mountain road, and all the soldiers, except for the wounded soldiers with inflexible legs and feet, were fully armed, and the individual weight reached more than 20 catties, which was almost no less than the individual weight of more than 30 catties of the People's Liberation Army in later generations.

This kind of high-intensity field march is the best way to exercise the will of the soldiers, although the road is difficult and dangerous, but Liu Lang still stipulates the daily march mileage on the rugged mountain road, and the whole army must march an astonishing 80 miles a day while fully armed, which is even more exaggerated than the last 150 miles from Tongguan to Weinan.

Although the distance was less than half of that time, it was completely lightly armed and flat, but this time it was fully armed and took the mountain road that kept going up and down. But the most painful thing is that the march at such a speed is not a day, nor a two-day march, judging from the map, from the edge of the Hanzhong Plain to Guangyuan, there are still 500 miles, according to Liu Langding's plan, it will take six days. That's really exhausting.

Although Yu Xiancheng and Liang Wenzhong have vigorously opposed, this does not stop Liu Lang's determination.

Not to mention that in the past time and space, Liu Lang's Longyan army once had a record of marching 300 kilometers a week in the primeval jungle with full armament and no provisions. It was two years later, also in this era, that there was a miracle army, from October 16, 1934, from Causeway Bay to October 21, 1935, arrived at Tang'er Bay in Wuqi Town, northern Shaanxi, for a whole year, that miracle army was hungry and fighting against the pursuers who were chasing and intercepting everywhere in an environment that was even more dangerous than the mountains in front of them, and the total distance exceeded 25,000 miles, with an average daily journey of 72 miles.

Although they suffered countless losses on the difficult road, those who could get out of that road alive were all the elite of the elite, which had been out of the category of military skills, and the kind of tenacious will comparable to steel could almost erase the gap in equipment.

At this point, the Red Army, which fought from 1937 to 1953, speaks for itself with its achievements. Both the Japanese and the American GIs, armed to the teeth, bumped their heads in front of the red fighters who were far inferior to their equipment.

Since the red troops can, Liu Lang has no reason not to believe that the group of soldiers under his command who can also be called elite cannot.

Of course, it is undeniable that Liu Lang's soldiers bear more weight, and the red troops are almost lightly armed, because they have nothing but an old gun and a few bullets.

Nothing, more terrible than nothing, everyone understands.

If you don't understand, you're stupid.

"On the donkey's day, Lao Tzu won't leave, and he won't go if he is killed. Dead fat man, this is trying to kill someone! At the moment when he heard Liu Lang announce his orders to his subordinate officers, a new cooking soldier from the cooking class directly under the regimental headquarters who heard it first was carrying his newly acquired artifact----- the big iron pot collapsed to the ground, and tears flowed to the ground.

The march for several days had completely emptied the physical strength of Gou Defu, who was already relatively weak, and at first hearing this order, Gou Defu completely collapsed.

"What are you crying about? Wouldn't it just be a little more walking? If you are asked to fight the little devil, your baby will not be scared to pee his pants? Shi Datou glanced at Gou Defu, who was crying on the ground, with super disdain, and said.

If it weren't for the commander's order, Shi Datou would have been too lazy to look at this big young master who was usually powerful and was actually a scumbag, even if he was his only subordinate. What's the use of a man who can't even make noodles and can't cook his own without eating, and still living in this world? Shi Datou, who has never forgotten his identity as a steamed bun, attaches great importance to this.

"Isn't your baby just a bun maker! It's just that you heroic brother, you are still a bun maker, what kind of big head do you have with Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu just won't leave, what can you do with your baby? If you have the ability to kill you. Gou Defu, who was emotionally broken, was also open at this time, and ridiculed each other.

The main reason is that Shi Datou is still honest and honest in the past few days, which makes Gou Defu feel that maybe it was just an accident that day, or maybe he was beaten up. Those who make steamed buns have become masters, so what do you need to be masters for?

"Good! It's okay if you don't leave, tonight the commander has ordered the whole army to rest and recuperate, give you a chance, go back yourself, for the sake of your fellow countrymen, and give you a weapon to defend yourself. Shi Datou nodded very honestly and said.

Gou Defu's eyes widened instantly.

I want to swallow what I just said back into my stomach.

The steamed bun is very real, saying that he will give him a self-defense weapon and tailor it for him on the spot, look left and right, kick out, and a thick ash tree with a thick bowl mouth is directly kicked off.

It's really a dog, and it is estimated that there is only this word that can describe the mood of Gou Defu, who is staring at the big-eyed at the moment. The Tongguan area belongs to the hilly area of the Guanzhong Plain, and there are not many tree species, and the ash tree is one of them. The reason why Gou Defu, who does not distinguish between grains, knows the ash tree is purely because the ash tree belongs to the economic tree species that can make money, the bark can be used as medicine, and the wood is tough and a good material for furniture.

Gou Defu remembers that the long-term workers of a tree with a thick bowl mouth took an axe to cut it for a long time before cutting it, so like this one, he did it directly with his feet?

What's more, this man not only used his feet, but also used his hands as a knife, cut off the branches with one palm, selected the trunk of the right thickness, and used both hands and feet, and in a short time, an ash rod five feet long stripped of the bark was presented in front of him.

may feel that the power of a big stick is insufficient, the real cooking squad leader backhanded out the bayonet that collapsed on his waist, palmed down, split the front end of the ash rod, inserted the bayonet, and then tied it tightly with a rope, shook the tail of the stick, and shook out a few gun flowers, and then handed it to Gou Defu who was still in a daze: "Take it, the gun can't be taken away, this thing should be able to ensure your safety, even if you meet a tiger, you can kill it"

"Donkey Day, you can kill the tiger, it doesn't mean that Lao Tzu can also kill it!" Gou Defu only waved his hands and refused Shi Datou's kindness.

This sentence of making steamed buns can be regarded as a reminder to him, in this Qinling Mountain Range, but there are big insects, just like him, let alone holding this earthen spear, even holding a gun, what can he do? It properly becomes the food that fills the stomach of the big worm, and then turns it into fertilizer. It's better to be tired to death in comparison, then at least you can get a grave bag.

Of course, what Gou Defu is more afraid of is that he hasn't run yet, and he has been made into a meat bun by the person who made the bun, and recently it seems that he is studying this because of the meat.

Those who make steamed buns definitely have this strength.