afterglow

Chapter 20
There are many types of military salutes stipulated in the military regulations of the Ming Dynasty, such as clasping fists salute, eye-catching salute, gun holding salute, chest touching salute, etc., but the most common one is still clasping fists salute.

Although Western-style hand salutes comply with the regulations, they are relatively rare. Usually, military officers who have gone abroad for exchange and study will prefer to use hand salutes.

Looking at Zhou Changfeng's back as he turned and left, Wei Gaoming turned his head and asked, "This kid...what's his background?"

Han Zhixun next to him was cleaning his glasses, and he replied casually after hearing the words: "In [-], Ying Tianwu learned to walk fourth, and then went to Saumir Cavalry School to exchange for two years, this kid is a member of the third brigade cake."

Regardless of his background, he has such good grades and talent, is highly valued by the superiors, and is still so young. This is a good candidate for the general.

[It's very strange, why would someone come up with the conclusion that "study abroad" will be more popular?It is further deduced that this Ming Dynasty is the Republic of China that changed its skin?The protagonist is popular because he has good grades in martial arts in Nanjing, so it has nothing to do with going to France to exchange and learn tactics. 】

"Hey, this is a dangerous situation for the first time..." Wei Gaoming thought for a while, and smiled bitterly: "The old man of the third brigade is probably going to stab me in the back."

"It doesn't matter if he curses. It's just that there are too many honored children in the imperial army, and there are also many descendants of the emperor's relatives. This is an out-of-the-box battle. We are afraid that we will be blocked in the future." Han Zhixun put on his glasses and went Picked up a few more colored pencils.

Wei Gaoming's face turned cold, and he snorted: "The battle has come to this point, even if the officers and soldiers in this battalion are all relatives of the emperor, it should be correct. How many noble children died in Britain during the European war? Thousands of them! If you die, the honorable dandies in our country can't die?"

There was a brief silence in the headquarters, and everyone fell silent.

After a while, Han Zhixun changed the subject and said: "The 35th Division and the 38th Division will take three or four days to cross the river if they organize a retreat immediately, but the British division...can get there in more than two days, and the battalion of the [-]th Regiment can delay them. Half a day will be a big deal, and the rest of the day... depends on whether we can win it."

"Do your best and listen to the destiny! The large troops of the Third Mixed Brigade are coming soon, I hope this group of flamboyant people will not embarrass the people of the country." Wei Gaoming picked up a red pencil and traced the small village named "Demaji" on the map. Draw a circle heavily on it.

After leaving the basement with turbid air, Zhou Changfeng stood at the gate of Rongzang Bank and took a deep breath, then got on a motorcycle and headed straight to the station.

When passing by a supply station by car, Zhou Changfeng heard several soldiers from other units complaining, both in and out, mocking the imperial army and the third brigade who came all the way here just to make up for it. .

Sure enough, the Forbidden Army is not welcome.

10 minute later.

The officers and soldiers of the first battalion who didn't know about it were very relaxed at the moment, and they all seemed to stay out of the matter.

Cleaning guns, repairing cars, drinking tea, smoking, chatting, listening to the radio, everything, as if they were just going through the motions of this battle.

"Battalion Commander, are you back? Look at the good things I got." Seeing Zhou Changfeng returning to the camp, Xie Wancheng pointed to the side triumphantly, "Twenty bags of tea, and I paid some money out of my own pocket. Add a meal to the brothers!"

Looking around, I saw more than a dozen soldiers happily leading three yaks, calling for the cook to come and slaughter the yaks as they walked.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to eat." Zhou Changfeng said calmly, "Is the supply in place?"

"All the guns and ammunition are in place, there is a lot of bases, and the food supplies are also available."

"Okay, call the chief officers of each team and platoon immediately, and have a meeting!"

The troops already had a base amount of ammunition when they set off, but now they have another base amount of ammunition.

According to the regulations, the regiment and below units of combat troops carry two base ammunition, one base ammunition is reserved in the division headquarters, one base is reserved in the front depot, and one base is reserved in the rear depot, a total of five bases.

[An artillery unit equipped with suppression artillery has four times the ammunition it carries and keeps, which is twenty bases; the ammunition of machine guns is doubled, which is ten bases. 】

After a while, more than a dozen officers arrived. Zhou Changfeng put the map holder on the hood of the off-road vehicle, and said bluntly: "The battle situation suddenly changed. Look, two divisions of our army went hundreds of miles into the enemy's territory. A mixed unit of more than 5000 people is advancing eastward from the northern front."

Liu Qidong, the captain of the first team, said in amazement: "My good fellow, they are all pretending to lose every day these days? This is a big trap for us."

"The visual distance is only a few hundred miles. They will be able to rush over and cut off our army's retreat in a day or two?" Xue Can from the third team looked up at Zhou Changfeng, "Battle Commander, are we going to block the hole?"

"That's right, a battalion of the [-]th Division is already trying to stop them, but they won't last long, and now we can only rely on us."

Sun Cheng, the captain of the second team, pushed his glasses and pondered: "Is it just us? I'm afraid it's hard to parry."

"The reserve team has to beware of the British in Burma in the east, so only one team was selected as a reinforcement." Zhou Changfeng glanced at the dignified crowd, and said seriously: "Time is running out, the combat order has been issued, and the third team will be ready in a quarter of an hour. As a guide, get ready to go."

"Yes!"

The soldiers who just thought they could have a good rest for a day were stunned when they learned the transfer order, and the cooking soldiers who were wondering where to slaughter the cattle also looked at each other in blank dismay.

More than a dozen trucks replenishing ammunition were still parked by the side of the road, and the quartermaster who had completed the handover of supplies quickly left after checking that the signatures were correct.

Zhou Changfeng, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, looked at the map carefully, while Xiao Li next to him was waiting with a few blank march plan sheets.

In order to seize Demaji, we must not take a flatter route that requires a long detour, so we can only start from Lingzhi... directly to Funan County in the south.

Funan is actually Milin.There are dirt roads in this section, and you can travel by car, but it is 140 miles, and it can be reached in half a day.

But then you have to switch to marching on foot, and Demaji is about 290 miles south of it, which is only a straight-line distance.Because halfway through the mountains at the eastern foot of the Himalayas, the actual distance...according to the standard conversion, add 15% to the hills and 25% to the mountains, so it is at least 360 miles.

Moreover, the "terrain coefficient" has to be considered, and an additional coefficient must be multiplied when marching on complex terrain. How can walking on a mountain road be the same as walking on a flat road?

Looking at the densely packed contour lines, Zhou Changfeng, who was almost dazzled, wrote 30% decisively.

As for the speed of marching on foot, the speed of regular marching is usually 5㎞/h, and the normal marching speed of a day and night is 30-35㎞; while the speed of so-called rapid marching can reach 10㎞/h, but it is almost impossible to last.

When I got out of the car, there were 290 miles of mountain roads.

Zhou Changfeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, solemnly signed his name on the schedule, then turned his head and said: "Go and deliver the order, all ministries will discard irrelevant luggage, gas masks and tents, and let them go here. The quartermaster will send you a batch of cigarettes and chocolates at once!"

(End of this chapter)