Five hundred meters to the left of Yang Village, there is a vacant lot.

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

There was no moon tonight, the sky was gloomy and gray, and in the evening, there was silence all around, and the cold chill that froze to the bones made the insects and birds unable to whisper.

At this time, the 2nd Battalion of the Independent Regiment, as well as the elite veterans mobilized from the 1st and 3rd Battalions, plus 10 communications soldiers, a total of 160 people, lined up neatly in this open space, and at the front of the line, ten soldiers held torches to illuminate the open space.

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

"A class of sixteen people, four groups per class, one mule and horse in each group, all the equipment and materials are placed on horseback, and they move forward lightly, each team leader is optimistic about the mules and horses, and the squad leader pays attention to the members of each group not to fall behind."

The torch was not bright, but the reflection of the snow on the ground allowed him to see the appearance of everyone at this time.

The 160-strong commandos were all dressed in brand-new gray cotton clothes and cotton pants, wearing northeastern-style cold-proof hats, and stepping on warm boots modified from captured devil boots.

The ranks were arranged in ten columns, each with sixteen people, and each group of four.

Beside each group was a large mule and horse, with a wide saddle filled with ammunition boxes, weapons, and cotton bags, as well as four small quilts, and a large tarpaulin covering the entire horse's back.

The cotton bag is full of white flour flatbread, which has been fried in scallion oil in advance, and can be eaten directly, but the taste is not good and a little knocked, or it can be boiled into a batter, which tastes good.

"Our target is Mashi Ridge in the south of Meng County, which is a hundred and twenty miles away from here, and now the time is seven o'clock in the evening, and by seven o'clock tomorrow, we will rush to our destination."

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

On this snowy day, how is it possible to march 120 miles in one night?

Isn't this a matter of human life?

The faces of the recruits who have been in the army for less than a year have changed drastically, and even those backbone veterans who have been in the army for more than two years are also solemn.

However, the faces of those few elite veterans who have been in the army for more than four or five years have not changed much, and these people just touched the warm cotton clothes on their bodies, and then looked at the thick, waterproof and warm shoes under their feet, and their faces were eager to try.

"Quiet"

Zhang Dabiao's eyebrows were crossed, and his tone was fierce.

There was a sudden silence in the clearing, and everyone even lowered their breathing.

Worthy of being the confidant and favorite general of Grand Master Li, Zhang Dabiao has only been here for a few days and has erected his majesty.

"You don't even have a single bullet on you, all the men are light, 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 uniform is also warm, don't worry about frostbite, the boots under your feet are specially made, very warm, and you won't get wet when you step on the snow, and the hats are all Northeast Army hair, specially customized by the regiment commander"

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

"Now, does anyone still think that a hundred and twenty miles of march in one night can't be done?"

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

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

But a hundred and twenty miles in one night...

The soldiers in the second battalion who have been in the army for a short period of time are still dignified, and some of them are even trembling in their legs and stomachs.

On a sunny day, a sixty-mile march in the field is so tired that I am tired to death.

It's snowing heavily, and there are still scattered snowflakes in the sky, and it's still night, and it's still a hundred and twenty miles of covert marching······

Looking around, I saw that although many soldiers were still nervous and had solemn expressions, Zhang Dabiao was still quite satisfied.

Not bad, but nervous, or scared, but not flinching.

A night of snow marching for 120 miles, if it is a load, dozens of kilograms of weapons and ammunition supplies have to be carried by themselves, not to mention this group of recruits who have not been in a year, even if it is enough to choke on themselves...

Then add some firewood to boost morale...

"Everyone is a soldier of the Independent Regiment, not long ago Yang Village was attacked by a small group of devils, everyone should not have forgotten," Zhang Dabiao said in a deep voice.

"Didn't forget"

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

This was followed by a roar of excitement in unison:

"Didn't forget"

Everyone's eyes were suddenly red, whether it was the soldiers of the original second battalion or the soldiers from other battalions, they were full of hatred.

How is it possible to forget?

How many people and how many comrades died in the whole regiment at the hands of those little devils?

How many folks, comrades-in-arms died at the hands of that gang of little devils?

How can this hatred be forgotten!

"According to the information we have received, this group of devils is called Yamamoto Secret Service"

Zhang Dabiao continued: "It was this Yamamoto special team, they set out from Shou County, walked 120 miles of mountain roads to Yangcun Village, and climbed a cliff more than 20 meters high to attack the rear of our independent regiment's position."

"In less than an hour of fighting, our regiment lost more than 200 fighters and more than 100 were wounded"

"And we only left the seven of them"

"Seven People"

Speaking of this, Zhang Dabiao said hoarsely, with a hideous face: "There are more than 1,000 people in our independent regiment, and we fought with more than 30 devils, they killed 200 of us, and we only killed 7 of them."

All the members of the commando team, when they heard the words of seven people, clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and looked hideous.

As soon as the tone changed, Zhang Dabiao suddenly said in a calm tone:

"Of course, this can't all be blamed on our independent regiment, the devils have a flower trap, and there are enough bullets, seven or eight melon grenades, plus this group of devils is well-trained, and the marksmanship is accurate, we can't beat people normally"

"Weapons and ammunition can't be compared, training can't be compared, and fighting can't be normal"

Glancing at the crowd on the side, Zhang Dabiao's tone was once again high and fierce:

"However, all the new guns that were issued yesterday should be in everyone's hands."

"The whole team of 160 people, equipped with 40 Czech-type guns, all German-made, each with two boxes of ammunition, and 140 German-made 20-round barge guns, and 800 German-made large tumors"

"Now our equipment is only stronger than the equipment of the little devils of Yamamoto's special forces."

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

"The route we took this time is the route used by Yamamoto's special team to attack Yang Village before, this group of devils carried a suit of equipment on their backs, marched one hundred and twenty miles on foot, and they only spent ten hours, and they also had the strength to fight with us, and even defeated us"

"Well, we have to be able to do it too"

"By seven o'clock in the morning, tomorrow, the march will be to Mashiling, one hundred and twenty miles, and the completed team will be officially organized into a commando team to carry out the task of long-range raiding the devil's lair."

"A small force of devils is attacking our base from a distance, so we will also attack their lair from a distance."

"We bring more bullets, more machine guns, more grenades, to blow up their lair, to kill devils"

Go to the devil's lair to fight the devil... At this point, the commandos all opened their eyes wide, and they were excited and eager to try.

"Do you have faith?"

Zhang Dabiao asked loudly.

"Have faith," the crowd shouted in unison.

"Again, the voice is too small for labor and management to hear," Mr. Zhang shouted.

"Confidence" is louder, neater and louder.

"Okay, let's go"

Zhang Dabiao waved his hand, Su Jigang in the front row set off with everyone, as the former second battalion commander, the deputy captain of the assault team, he knew the marching route and the actual plan, all by him to lead the team, Zhang Dabiao was responsible for the tail of the team.

······

"This Zhang Dabiao is a tiger general."

On the side, looking at Zhang Dabiao's words and the emotions of the soldiers, Zhao Gang nodded, and his tone was admiring.

Immediately afterwards, Political Commissar Zhao frowned, a little puzzled.

Didn't you say that the devil came from Shou County?

Shou County is only sixty miles away from Yang Village, how did it become Meng County?

And what's going on with this long-range mission to raid the devil's lair?

He walked up to Zhang Dabiao and asked his doubts

"Oh, this, this is to strengthen training, enhance morale, try to simulate the actual combat situation, so that the soldiers feel that they are conducting long-range attacks, this kind of training is the best"

"These weapons and ammunition were also brought for the sake of being more authentic"

Zhang Dabiao had been prepared for this for a long time, or this was instructed by Grand Master Li a long time ago.

"Then this one hundred and twenty miles march is no problem, this snowy day"

I see... Nodding suddenly, Zhao Gang continued to ask: "With such a high-intensity march, it is easy to have problems."

Twelve hours and one hundred and twenty miles of snow marching, that is, ten miles of land to walk every hour, which is close to the limit of human physical fitness!

Zhang Gang is also a person who has participated in military training.

"Political commissar, please rest assured, it is not necessary to march for one hundred and twenty miles, in fact, Yangcun is only about one hundred miles away from Mashitan, and if the soldiers are really unable to support our physical strength, we will definitely stop, we have brought a waterproof canvas tent, we can camp and rest, the food supplies are also very sufficient, and there is a doctor in the team"

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

"Commissar, I'm leaving"

Looking at the commandos who had already completed the mountain roads, Zhang Dabiao said.

After speaking, Zhang Dabiao glanced at Zhao Gang.

The commissar probably didn't notice anything out of the ordinary·····

"Go ahead, stay safe"

Zhao Gang waved his hand and motioned for Zhang Dabiao to follow the team, and suddenly he saw the guard monk next to him looking at the commando team in the distance, and his face was eager to try, so he grabbed Zhang Dabiao and said:

"You're on the team, it's no problem to add one more person."

"Ah, no problem, we're well prepared, but you..." Zhang Dabiao was taken aback, he thought that Zhao Gang was going to go in person.

"Monk, you go clean up and follow up, I'm safe at 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, and he feels that his hands and feet are rusty, and he has long wanted to go to activities to move his muscles and bones.

The political commissar arranged his own guards into the commando team, and he won't be seen as a problem... The corners of Zhang Dabiao's mouth twitched suddenly.