Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 801

Chapter 801 Tang Dao's anxiety!

It's just that just persisting for a week is useless!

This arduous march lasted nearly 40 days.

By the second week, some people finally began to be unable to carry it, some fell ill and fell, and some fell into a deep ditch due to exhaustion and suffered various injuries.

Fortunately, after nearly two weeks of heavy consumption, the Military Supplies Department of the Fourth Army 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 supplies, which freed up the transportation capacity of nearly 20 large trucks.

Zhuang Shisan, who became more and more proficient in logistics work, showed his amazing talent in logistics management. From the first week, he gathered the vacated carts and was carried on the shoulders of the soldiers without pulling them. Instead of using various equipment and ammunition, a casualty rescue team was set up, led by several officers from the Military Justice Department and the Munitions Department under the regiment staff, and several nurses from the medical team, and even the mother and son of the Yue family and the Shitou brothers and sisters entered Which helps.

Once an injury occurs in each company or department, those who can walk will deal with it themselves, while those who cannot walk will all be concentrated on the casualty rescue team for treatment and transportation.

Of course, admitting the mother and son of the Yue family and the Shitou brothers and sisters to the medical and patient rescue team is actually a disguised form of care for them by Zhuang Shisan.

Tang Dao's military orders were very strict, and no one received special care. Although Madam Yue and Sanxiao did not have to carry heavy loads, they did not have carriages to ride on, so they had to 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 very big, the two little brothers showed a tenacity that did not match their age.

They didn't let anyone help them. They were too tired, so they dragged the horse assigned to Leng Feng by the tail, which was also carrying a mount full of supplies.

After all, we are still young, and sometimes we fall asleep while walking. When we fall and fall, our noses bleed. The two little guys who have seen the war with their own eyes cry, get up and continue walking forward. They are so sensible that it makes people feel sad.

However, because Mrs. Yue's feet were bound, even though she was an adult, she could not walk as well as two children. Tantai Mingyue found a reason to lend Mrs. Yue to the medical team. She usually helped change dressings for the wounded, and she could also do so during the march. Sitting on the carriage.

As for Hammer, I don't know if it was because he fell in love with playing with San Xiao because of the last time he hunted rabbits. He often sneaked from the regiment headquarters to look for Ximei. He weighed thirty kilograms and had to carry Ximei on his back. No matter how strong Leng Feng was, he still had When I couldn't eat anymore, I saw the hammer getting stronger and stronger under the nourishment of the broth and rice, and I couldn't help but think of a plan.

Put Ximei on the back of Hammer. Hammer liked Ximei very much and had no objection. He just carried Ximei, who weighed thirty kilograms, and marched for a week.

The young Ximei knew what hard marching meant. Carrying the hammer on its broad and strong back was like riding a horse. Her laughter like silver bells resounded throughout the journey. When she was tired, she would hold on to the soft and thick neck of the hammer. Hair, lie down on the back of the hammer and take a nap.

One person and one dog, this is definitely the most beautiful scenery during the march of the Fourth Army!

"Look at those hammers. The little people on their backs are no lighter than the equipment on your backs. You all stand up for me, open your legs, and stride forward!" I don't know how many old squad leaders have said this slogan, and it is used. Inspire the soldiers under his command who have their heads hanging down due to exhaustion.

None of the officers and soldiers of the Fourth Army Regiment who were familiar with Hammer thought of it as a dog, not only because the military rank badge pinned on the military uniform vest that Hammer wore was corporal, but also because Hammer had been on the battlefield with them and did not have the appearance of a dog. With clairvoyant ears, there are countless people here who don't even have the chance to participate in this arduous march.

　　'No matter who we are as a group of four, as long as we go to the battlefield and kill the enemy! That's comrade-in-arms! ' This is the concept taught to the new recruits by the veterans of the Four Elements Regiment.

What may have made the 500 recruits a little embarrassed was that when the whole army was resting, the hammer carrying Ximei happened to pass by their queue, and they also had to salute the hammer wearing the corporal collar badge.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Hammer's rank of corporal was earned by himself. The kid's wolf-green dog is as tall as a man when he stands up, and his **** mouth can bite off an arm of you new recruits in one bite. Hammer killed it." A veteran squad leader lazily introduced Hammer's military exploits. "If you can do it, you guys can also become sergeants! The recruits in the future can also salute you!"

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

　　Getting Mrs. Yue and Sanxiao to join the medical and patient rescue team will require some work, but at least the four of them can squeeze into the carriage and not have to march so hard.

Of course, Tang Dao also took the attitude of pretending not to have seen the blatant "back door" of the regiment chief of staff.

The middle-aged handsome guy has been suffering a little hard these past two weeks. His neatly combed hair is now a mess and he doesn't bother to straighten it. He hasn't shaved his beard. His blue cotton robe is full of dust, but he is in much better spirits. , very vividly demonstrated what "life lies in movement".

The first week, Tang Dao was seen punching Tang Dao once, causing Tang Dao to walk around when he saw him, but the next week, Tang Dao couldn't see him anymore. It was quite strange that Tang Dao Dao felt that he was also cheap, so he even took the initiative to visit her one night, and the result was obvious.

He was told by the handsome middle-aged man: Get out of here and don't bother me! He was driven away.

However, this time Tantai Yunshu was not too lazy to talk to his future son-in-law because of the blisters on his feet, but because this man started to get busy.

He is painting!

During the long march, the scene of soldiers sweating and panting, but still stubbornly moving forward suddenly gave me inspiration.

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

The handsome middle-aged man who was inspired spent six nights to finally complete what he considered the most proud painting of his life.

Because even he himself is the subject of the painting!

Although Lei Xiong and other officers are all old haters, and artistic streams such as poetry, lyrics, songs, poems, and paintings are not in their world, this does not hinder their aesthetic appreciation, especially when they see themselves in the paintings.

Tantai Yunshu is indeed a great painter who is famous all over the Yangtze River. He does not let anyone use POSS as a model. He can present what he sees in his paintings based on what he sees during the day.

The sweat rolling down his dark face and the **** soles of his feet caused by torn blisters. He fell into a deep sleep before eating two steamed buns. The hardships of the soldiers were vividly described by this great painter.

Among them was Lei Xiong, an officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel on his collar. He had a ring of grenades stuck in his waist, two ammunition belts full of yellow and orange bullets hung crosswise on his chest, and he carried two rifles on his back. He had two barge guns and a box of bullets on his shoulders. It was like a mobile arsenal.

"Mr. Tantai, sell this painting to me! I'll leave it to my boy so that he can see how he beat the little Japs." Lei Xiong grinned happily.

“Get out!” Tantai Yunshu squinted his eyes and buried the shameless words of a 'pauper' who would not be able to receive military pay for seven months.

You are here to be funny! The soles of my feet were so calloused that I was able to create such a masterpiece. Will it go into a national museum in the future and let your stupid son hang it on the wall as a 'portrait' in memory of his father?

This means that Tantai Yunshu has traditional taboos, otherwise these subtexts would make Lei Xiong go berserk on the spot.

Thousands of miles? Perhaps only Tang Dao sighed silently.

This two-thousand-mile long march from south to north may be very difficult, but compared to the previous ten-thousand-mile migration, it is really nothing! Tang Dao, who comes from the future, like many people in the future, knows that the great transfer that lasted more than a year and traveled thousands of miles was extremely difficult.

But it's not that clear exactly how difficult and difficult it is.

Because the times are different, the landforms are different, and even the people are different, so it cannot be reproduced!

But now, Tang Dao has a similar experience.

If we don't mention anything else, let's talk about the doctor-patient rescue team established by Zhuang Shisan with foresight.

By the second week, 20 large trucks had transported nearly 150 injured patients of various kinds. The injury rate of the entire Fourth Army Group reached an astonishing 5%.

But this was only the second week. The entire regiment had only traveled 900 miles, and it was still in the plains. Tang Dao, who had personally experienced this round of arduous long-distance marching, had a clearer understanding of what the original army was. How tenacious.

In more than a year, they traveled more than 10,000 miles. They were short of supplies and continued to fight. Although only one out of ten could reach their destination in the end, and the battle damage rate reached more than 90%, it was still It is a miracle in human history.

Even for an elite unit like the Four Lines Regiment, if they were to recreate it exactly as it was, Tang Dao estimated that based on the current injuries, the chance of the entire army being annihilated would be greater than 50%.

From a certain perspective, apart from being better than the previous army in terms of equipment and individual soldier quality, the current Four Lines Regiment is more than a little bit weaker in terms of spiritual will.

The reason is very simple. That army had the dream of feeding the poor in the world. Although the officers and soldiers of the Sixth Regiment now have the concept of protecting their homes and the country, they pay more attention to their own small families and lack ideals.

But we can't blame them. In today's era when the literacy rate is less than 10%, most of the officers and soldiers of the Fourth Army Regiment who come from peasant families cannot even write their own names. Who will tell them what is an ideal?

In other words, keeping the whole family fed and clothed is the ideal of officers and soldiers.

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

Because, the hometown has been invaded, the means of living are in the hands of foreigners, and a year of hard work will be taken away by the invaders. Even life safety cannot be guaranteed, let alone dignity.

If you want to realize that humble dream, you must first win the war. That is the foundation.

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

Even if the invaders are defeated, there will still be an even more terrifying mountain pressing on the people. That is the gentry class that has existed in China for thousands of years, and the new bourgeois comprador class that has formed in recent decades. These classes are like blood-sucking insects. Lying on the bodies of the working class and the peasants, the largest base, sucking the blood for a living.

No matter how hard you work, you are destined to become nourishment for those blood-sucking insects, using the hard work of most people to feed that small group of people.

This is the current situation in China! The people are suffering very hard, but they are numb and ignorant. No one tells them how to save the future of themselves and their children and grandchildren.

　　Everyone comes into this world simply to live.

"Our four-line regiment is short of a good political commissar!" Tang Dao sighed softly under the oil lamp, looking at the growing list of injured!

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, wind and cold and injuries from 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 carry out ideological education for the entire regiment's officers and soldiers. 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 expressed his anxiety to others 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.

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 current date in the Gregorian calendar?"

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

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

The eyes suddenly lit up!

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