Rise From Eight Hundred

But, just holding on for a week is useless!

This arduous march lasted nearly 40 days.

In the second week, some people finally began to be unable to bear it. Some fell ill, and some fell into deep ditches due to exhaustion and suffered various injuries.

Fortunately, after nearly two weeks of heavy consumption, the Quartermaster Department of the Four-line Regiment consumed a total of more than 30,000 kilograms of rice and flour, and more than 10,000 kilograms of fresh meat, bacon and other materials, which freed up the transportation capacity of nearly 20 carts.

Zhuang Shisan, who was becoming more and more proficient in logistics work, showed his amazing talent for logistics management. From the first week, he gathered the vacated carts and did not pull the various equipment and ammunition that were still carried on the shoulders of the soldiers. Instead, he set up a wounded rescue team, led by several officers from the Military Law Department and Quartermaster Department under the Regiment Staff, and several nurses from the medical team were drawn. Even the mother and son of the Yue family and the Shitou brothers and sisters joined in to help.

Once there are wounded in each company or unit, those who can walk will deal with it themselves, and those who cannot walk will all be concentrated in the wounded rescue team for treatment and transportation.

Of course, accepting the mother and son of the Yue family and the Shitou brothers and sisters into the medical rescue team is actually a disguised way for Zhuang Shisan to take care of them.

The military orders of Tang Dao are very strict, and no one can get special care. Although Madam Yue and Sanxiao do not have to carry heavy objects, they do not have a carriage to sit in, and must march on foot.

Ximei is only three years old, how can those two short legs walk 60 miles a day? Leng Feng and a group of strong soldiers from the third battalion took turns carrying Ximei forward. Although Shitou and Yue Yiman were not big, the two little brothers showed tenacity that did not match their age.

Without asking anyone to help them, they were too tired, so they dragged the tail of the mount assigned to Leng Feng, which was also loaded with supplies, and walked forward.

After all, they were still young, and sometimes they fell asleep while walking. They fell and had a nosebleed. The two little guys who had seen the war cried, got up and continued to walk forward. They were so sensible that it made people feel distressed.

Madam Yue had bound feet. Although she was an adult, she was not as good as the two children in walking. Tan Tai Mingyue found a reason to lend Madam Yue to the medical team. She helped to change the medicine for the wounded and could sit in the carriage during the march.

As for Hammer, I don’t know if he liked playing with Sanxiao because of the last time he hunted rabbits. He often slipped from the regiment headquarters to find Ximei. Leng Feng, who was carrying 30 kilograms of weight and carrying Ximei, was also exhausted. Seeing Hammer getting stronger and stronger with the nourishment of meat soup and rice, he came up with a plan.

Put Ximei on the back of ‘Hammer’. Hammer liked Ximei very much and did not object. He marched for a week with Ximei weighing 30 kilograms on his back.

The young Ximei didn't know what a hard march was. Carrying Hammer's broad and strong back was like riding a horse. Her silver bell-like laughter resounded throughout the road. When she was tired, she would grab Hammer's soft and thick hair on his neck and sleep on his back.

One man and one dog, it was definitely the most beautiful scenery during the march of the Four-Line Regiment!

"Look at Hammer, the little man he carries is no lighter than the equipment on your backs. Stand up straight, open your legs, and stride forward!" This slogan was said by countless old squad leaders to motivate their soldiers who were already drooping their heads and lifeless because of fatigue.

None of the officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment who were familiar with Hammer regarded it as a dog. Not only was the rank collar badge on Hammer's military uniform vest a corporal, but also because Hammer had been on the battlefield with them. Without its pair of ears like a thousand-mile ear, there were countless people who didn't even have the opportunity to participate in this hard march.

'No matter who we are in the Four-Line Regiment, as long as we go to the battlefield, we will kill the enemy! That's a comrade! ' This is the concept that the veterans of the Four-Line Regiment taught to the new recruits.

What may have embarrassed the 500 new recruits was that when the whole army was resting, Hammer, who was carrying Ximei, happened to pass by their ranks, and they had to salute Hammer, who was wearing a corporal collar badge.

"What's embarrassing? Hammer got the rank of corporal by himself. The wolf-blue dog of the little devil was as tall as a man when he stood up. Its bloody mouth could bite off an arm of you new recruits. Hammer killed it." An old soldier squad leader lazily introduced Hammer's military exploits. "If you can do it, you can also be a corporal! New recruits in the future can salute you!"

Perhaps no one expected that Corporal Hammer would become the future goal of many new recruits. What an ordinary guard dog can do, why can't they do it?

Getting Madam Yue and Sanxiao to the medical rescue team, although they also have to do some work, but at least the four of them can squeeze into the carriage and don't have to march so hard.

Of course, Tang Dao also took the attitude of pretending not to see the regiment chief of staff's blatant "backdoor".

The middle-aged handsome guy suffered a bit in the past two weeks. His neatly combed hair was messy and he was too lazy to tidy it up. He didn't shave his beard. His green cotton-padded robe was covered with dust, but he was in much better spirits. He showed what "life lies in exercise" is.

The week before, he was always scolding Tang Dao, so that Tang Dao avoided him. The next week, Tang Dao couldn't see him. Tang Dao felt a little strange and felt that he was also a bit cheap. He took the initiative to visit him one night. The result was obvious.

He was driven away by the middle-aged handsome guy: Get out, don't bother me!

However, Tan Tai Yunshu was not too lazy to care about his future son-in-law because of the blisters on his feet, but because he was busy.

He was painting!

During the long march, the soldiers were sweating and panting, but they still stubbornly moved forward. The picture suddenly gave him inspiration.

This Jiangnan painter named his painting "Qianli" and used his brush to show the arduous march of a unit from south to north!

The middle-aged handsome man with inspiration spent six nights and finally completed this painting, which he thought was the most proud of his life.

Because even he himself is a person in the painting!

Although Lei Xiong and his fellow officers are all old-fashioned, poetry, lyrics, songs, fu, and painting are not in their world, but this does not hinder their aesthetics, especially when they see themselves in the painting.

Tan Tai Yunshu is worthy of being a famous painter in Jiangnan. He did not ask people to pose as models. He could present what he saw in the painting based on what he saw during the day.

The sweat beads rolling down the dark face, the bloody soles of the feet due to the blisters, and the deep sleep before eating the two steamed buns, the hardships of the soldiers are vividly portrayed by this great painter.

Among them is Lei Xiong, an officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel on his collar badge, with a circle of grenades on his waist, two belts full of yellow-orange bullets hanging across his chest, two rifles on his back, two Mauser pistols on his waist, and a box of bullets on his shoulders. He is simply a mobile arsenal.

"Mr. Tan Tai, please sell this painting to me! I will leave it to my kid, so that he can see how his father beat the Japanese devils in the future." Lei Xiong grinned and laughed.

"Get lost!" Tan Tai Yunshu squinted his eyes and buried the shameless words of the "pauper" who would not be able to receive military pay for seven months.

Are you here to make fun of me! I have been walking so many times that my soles are covered with calluses before I can come up with such a masterpiece. It will be in a national museum in the future. Let your silly son hang it on the wall as a "portrait" to commemorate his father?

This is because Tan Tai Yunshu has a traditional taboo, otherwise these subtexts can make Lei Xiong go crazy on the spot.

Thousands of miles? Perhaps only Tang Dao sighed silently.

This two thousand miles long march from south to north may be very difficult, but compared with the ten thousand miles of the past, it is really nothing!

Tang Dao from the future, like many future people, knows that the great transfer that lasted more than a year and traveled ten thousand miles was extremely difficult.

But how difficult and hard it was is not so clear.

Because the times are different, the landforms are different, and even the people are different, and it is impossible to replicate!

But now, Tang Dao has a similar experience.

Without mentioning anything else, let's talk about the medical rescue team established by Zhuang Shisan who knew foresight.

20 carts, by the second week, had transported nearly 150 wounded of all kinds, and the wounded rate of the entire Four-Line Regiment reached an astonishing 5%.

But this was only the second week, and the entire regiment had only walked 900 miles, and it was still in the plains. Tang Dao, who had personally experienced this round of arduous long-distance march, had a clearer understanding of how tenacious the original troops were.

In more than a year, they walked more than 10,000 miles, with scarce supplies and constant fighting. Although only one in ten could reach the destination in the end, and the casualty rate reached more than 90%, it was still a miracle in human history.

Even if it was an elite unit like the Four-Line Regiment, if it were to be reproduced in its original form, based on the current injuries, Tang Dao estimated that the probability of the entire army being wiped out would be greater than 50%.

From a certain perspective, the current Four-Line Regiment is stronger than the previous unit in terms of equipment and individual quality, but it is more than a little weaker in terms of mental will.

The reason is very simple. That unit had the dream of feeding the poor class in the world. Although the officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment now have the concept of defending the country, they still pay more attention to their own small families and lack ideals.

But this cannot be blamed on them. In this era where the literacy rate is less than 10%, most of the officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment who come from farmers can't even write their own names. Who can tell them what is an ideal?

Or, to feed and clothe the whole family is the ideal of the officers and soldiers.

This ideal seems very practical, but it is extremely far away!

Because the hometown was invaded, the living materials were in the hands of foreigners, and the hard work of a year would be taken away by the invaders, and even the safety of life could not be guaranteed, let alone dignity.

To realize that humble dream, you must first win the war, which is the foundation.

And dreams are destined to be the other side that humans pursue throughout their lives but are difficult to reach.

Even if the invaders are defeated, there are still more terrible mountains pressing on the people. That is the gentry class that has existed in China for thousands of years, and the new asset comprador class that has been formed in recent decades. These classes are like blood suckers, lying on the bodies of the largest base of the working class and peasant class to suck blood for a living.

No matter how hard you work, you are destined to become the nutrients of those blood suckers, and use the hard work of most people to feed that small sucker.

This is the current situation in China! The people are suffering and difficult, but they are numb and don’t know. No one tells them how to save the future of themselves and their children and grandchildren.

Everyone comes to this world just to live for the sake of living.

"Our Four-Line Group is short of a good political commissar!" Tang Dao sighed softly under the oil lamp, looking at the growing list of wounded!

Tantai Mingyue, who was sitting opposite Tang Dao and was writing notes under the oil lamp, raised her head, smiled softly, stood up and filled Tang Dao's tea cup with water: "You are still dissatisfied with the current spiritual will of the Four Elements Group. So satisfied! If my guess is correct, you prefer that army’s way of running the army!”

"Yes, the examples in the Battle of Songhu and the Battle of Jinling have shown that it is wrong to put suitcases full of cash in front of the soldiers before the war to encourage their determination to fight. People will die. What you put in your pocket is nothing but a trophy for the enemy!" Tang Dao nodded. "As soldiers of our country, establishing the idea of ​​why we fight and who we fight for is the first priority."

"Just like my Fourth Army Regiment, there are quite a lot of material rewards. It can stimulate the determination of the officers and soldiers to kill the enemy in a short period of time, but it is not enough for a long time. Just look at this long-distance march. The injury rate is as high as 100%. Five, if we go another 500 miles and the injury rate increases by another 5 percentage points, then I don’t think we need to go any further." Tang Dao frowned. "It is normal for long-distance marches to cause non-combat attrition due to huge physical exertion. However, such a high non-combat attrition rate has exposed one of the biggest shortcomings of our Fourth Army Regiment. The will to fight is still too weak.

"In the past, on the battlefield, if you didn't persist, you would die. These guys can still hold on, but now at least they don't have to die. Once the will becomes weak, colds and falls will appear one after another. Even if the illness and injury are real, then It is also a chain reaction formed when the will becomes weak!

In my opinion, it is urgent to provide ideological education to all officers and soldiers in the regiment. Otherwise, even if they arrive at their destination, many of them will be too disorganized to fight! "

"You're a little too impatient!" Tantai Mingyue looked at Tang Dao, who was rarely anxious, with a sad face, but sighed slightly. "Although I am not a soldier, I have seen many troops. The veterans of the Four Lines Regiment actually performed very well. Compared with the elite troops I have seen, their performance is at least the top three."

"That's right! I was a little too impatient." Tang Dao silently lit up a cigarette. "But I'm not in a hurry, so what can I do? The Japanese will not give us more time. The Battle of Xuzhou has now begun. The number of Japanese troops attacking from the north and south is as high as 240,000, which is one division more than the previously expected strength. If Xuzhou The fall of the area means that the railway transportation to Zhengzhou and Jiangxia will also fall into the hands of the enemy. At that time, the Japanese army will use this railway line to transport its troops to central China.

If Central China is lost, South China will definitely be unable to be defended. By then, China will only have the remote areas of southwest China in its own hands. A large area of ​​fertile land will be lost to the enemy, and our army can only be trapped in the southwest. With one thing going down and the other going down, how can we still survive? Chance to win? "

This is also the first time that Tang Dao has told anyone about his anxiety since he came to this world.

Although Tang Dao already knew the direction of history, Tang Dao was still unwilling to accept it. What's more, he knew that the turning point in the Sino-Japanese war would be the outbreak of the Pacific War three years later. The beautiful country was raped by the brain-dead Japanese. After being stabbed hard, I could no longer sit back and enjoy the huge profits from selling arms, minerals, steel, etc. brought about by the global war on Diaoyutai, so I chose to join the war!

But what if in this time and space, the Japanese, who have always had strange brain circuits, suddenly become normal! Do they choose not to be stupid or do they become stupid two years later? What about concentrating all the efforts of the whole country to deal with China, a serious enemy?

Tang Dao dare not and cannot pin the fate of his country and nation on the stupidity or lack of stupidity of another nation.

Just as Tang Dao said, he had no choice but to be impatient!

"Nothing is too much, and too little is too much!" Tantai Mingyue looked at the anxious Tang Dao, and in a flash of her eyes, she made a suggestion: "You want to improve the mental willpower of the entire regiment's officers and soldiers. At this stage, there are no good candidates for ideological reform, so We cannot blindly rely on military law to be tough. It is better to do the opposite and use the upcoming New Year's Eve to let everyone relax their tense nerves. The so-called relaxation has a way, and perhaps instill some truth into everyone when people are relaxed. Man, it works better!”

"New Year's Eve?" Tang Dao was slightly startled. "What's the date in the Gregorian calendar now?"

"It's January 24, 1938, the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Northern New Year!"

"It's almost the New Year! What a great idea!" Tang Dao suddenly remembered the time.

Suddenly his eyes lit up! …

PS: Today is the weekend, my daughter is on vacation, and I promised to accompany her to the movies and treat her to steak, so I decided to update it as soon as possible. Two chapters combined into one, 4,800 words, please subscribe and vote monthly!