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Chapter 52 Satire

While walking, Xu Zheyou took out his pocket watch. Ten minutes had passed since the forced march. With the faint light from the pocket watch, he could see that the hot air he spewed out turned into white mist when it cooled.

The intensity of the 10-minute march made Xu Zheyou feel that his legs were gradually becoming numb, which was a precursor to cramps.The equipment on his body was like a mountain getting heavier and heavier, causing his back to ache.

No need to look or ask, every soldier is gritting his teeth and persisting, maintaining a steady speed, and marching forcefully on the rugged mountain road.

Before departure, in order to allow the brothers to arrange their physical strength reasonably, Officer Yan deliberately marked several kilometers along the road according to the proportion of the military map.

According to the signs on the map, Xu Zheyou judged that he just turned right from the Longlin Mountains, left the main road and went down the mountain, and made a detour to the back of the stockade. By the time he passed the fork in the road, he had already walked three kilometers.

In 10 minutes, a forced march of three kilometers was already a miracle for the soldiers at the end of their strength.

Before departure, the officer said that as many grenades and grenades as possible, so every soldier who participated in the surprise attack was filled with as many grenades and grenades as possible, as well as rifles, bullets, and personal belongings.

The grenades in the little devil's munitions warehouse are all 25-style wooden handles. Each grenade weighs one catty and two taels and is about 20 centimeters long. Each soldier carries at least twenty grenades, and the weight of the grenade alone reaches About 48 catties, there are more than [-] seven-two heavy grenades called [-] petals, and the necessary weapons, the three-eight cover and the bayonet, with a total weight of about nine catties, as well as magazines and bullets, as well as water bottles and dry food. Wait, add up to more than thirty kilograms.

No one spoke along the way, and the 12 people had white towels tied around their arms as marks.

The hot spring student gritted his teeth and walked in the front. He had just exchanged positions with Li Quansheng.The officer said that when marching in a hurry, the leading soldiers are the most tired, and everyone must take turns to replace the front at any time, which can improve the efficiency of the march.

Xu Zheyou was always at the end of the team. He had to make sure that no soldier was left behind. In this kind of forced march, once someone fell behind, it was difficult for rescuers to catch up.

At present, this kind of super-strong rapid march is just holding on with one breath. Whoever slows down this breath first will be left behind immediately.

"There are still two kilometers to reach the designated attack site, and we have 10 minutes left." Xu Zheyou said in a low voice, "Everyone slow down, drink two sips of water and throw away the water bottle to reduce the burden."

All the soldiers followed the hot spring students to slow down, silently took off their marching water bottles, drank a couple of sips, and threw them on the thick grass without making a sound.

Xu Zheyou: "Everyone throw away their helmets!"

All the soldiers took off the Type [-] or Type [-] helmets and threw them into the grass.

Xu Zheyou: "Throw away all the things that will not be used in this raid."

Soldiers just throw out towels and stuff.

Xu Zheyou said: "If we don't arrive at the scheduled attack location on time this time, we may all die. Are you all keeping those treasures and are reluctant to throw them away, just to bring them to Lord Yama to eat and use?"

For a while, the shoes, socks, clean towels, toothbrush and toothpaste, canned food, beef jerky, candy, etc. taken from the devil's munitions warehouse were thrown all over the floor by the soldiers.

These are all secretly hidden by the soldiers, ready to take home for their families to try out. Now in order to reduce the weight, they can only reluctantly throw them all away.

Some soldiers threw away the cigarettes and matches. It is conceivable how tired they are.

It is also a strategy to throw away some unnecessary equipment at this time, and the soldiers will feel much more relaxed.Soldiers will still feel tired if they throw away unnecessary equipment initially.

The details are important and determine success or failure.

But the soldiers were too tired, and it was no longer appropriate to use the end of the crossbow to describe their physical strength at this time. At least the crossbow was still powerful, and these soldiers were all supporting their legs with a will at this time. like moving forward.

Someone panted and said, "Xu Zheyou, more than half of the five-kilometer forced march has been done, let's rest for a minute before leaving!"

Hearing that someone said to take a rest, the strong tone of several soldiers became a little loose, and they all said that they wanted to rest before leaving.

Xu Zheyou said in a low voice: "No one can rest and take a breath. At this time, as soon as you squat down, you will immediately turn into a pile of mud, and you will never be able to get up again. This time, if you fucking squat down , your spine will never be straight, and you will always be bent by the little devil."

The soldiers are all death row prisoners who have experienced many battles. They naturally know that once squatting down during this kind of high-intensity march, the forceful spirit will be relaxed. Without a rest of more than ten minutes, they will not be able to stand up at all. of.

Among the 12 people in this raid, including Xu Zheyou, there are three soldiers who have participated in the [-]-mile Long March. They have seen with their own eyes many soldiers walking, squatting down when they were so tired, and never stood up again. got up.Of course, the kind of squatting down and not being able to get up again is the reason for long-term fatigue, long-term hunger, accumulation of injuries, and finally the cause of sudden death due to exhaustion.

Xu Zheyou, who has experienced countless hardships, understands that the tone these 12 people are holding on to at the moment may be the winner of this battle, or it may be the boundary between life and death for this small team.

Xu Zheyou stepped forward a few steps, walked to the edge of the middle of the team, and said: "Those little devils on donkeys carried 10 kilograms like us, and completed a five-kilometer forced march in 12 minutes. They created achievements that impressed the soldiers of the world. Their plaster flags compete for face. Are we Chinese soldiers inherently inferior to those little devils? No. The [-] of us must trample on the records of the little devils raised by bastards and let them know that we mud legs You can also stomp them under your feet and smell their feet. As the officer said, if we want to defeat them in the duel with the Gou Ri Devils, we have to have more willpower than them and be more patient than them."

Naturally, Xu Zheyou couldn't say provocative words like Yan Zhi, but he was rough and full of swear words, but his words were not rough, and he was energetic.

In this era, because of the appearance of Yan Zhi, the term "Nai Lv" became popular six to seventy years earlier than in the 21st century.

An Eighth Route Army soldier rolled up his sleeves in twos and outs, pulled out a bayonet from under his clothes, and cut a gash on his arm. The blood flowed out. Do it, and never squat down or lie down to die. Even if labor and capital boil it with bones, the little devil must be boiled to death." After cutting his arm, he put the bayonet into his clothes and hid it, "Brothers, don't say, Pulling a big hole on himself really refreshed him."

"He made it. Labor and capital will not lose to the devils, and naturally they will not pretend to be cowardly for you to see." The hot spring student walked in the front, pulled out the bayonet from under his clothes while speaking, untied the towel and wrapped it around the blade, and held it. Leaving only half an inch of the tip of the knife, he quickly poked each of the left and right thighs, and immediately roared strangely in a low voice, and accelerated forward with his feet.

The soldiers were like roosters who had been injected with a/// dose of excitement. Three soldiers from the Eighth Route ridiculed the national army's cowardice, and the national army soldiers directly pulled out their bayonets and stabbed themselves back.

(End of this chapter)