While walking, Xu Zheyou took out his pocket watch, and ten minutes had passed since the forced march, and through the faint light of the pocket watch, he could see that the hot air he was spewing out quickly turned into white mist when it was cold.

The intensity of the ten-minute march made Xu Zheyou feel that his legs were gradually numb, which was a precursor to cramps. The weapons and equipment on his body were like a mountain that was getting heavier and heavier, and his back hurt when he fell.

No need to look or ask, every soldier is gritting his teeth and holding on, maintaining his speed and forcing his march on the rugged mountain road.

Before leaving, in order to let the brothers arrange their physical strength reasonably, Chief Yan deliberately marked a few kilometers on this road according to the scale of the military map.

Xu Zheyou judged according to the signs on the map that just now he turned right from the Dragon Scale Mountain Range and left the main road to go down the mountain, and made a detour to the back of the village, and when he passed the fork in the road, he had already walked three kilometers.

Ten minutes, a forced march of three kilometers, this is already a miracle for the soldiers at the end of the crossbow.

Before leaving, the commander said that he should be used as many grenades and grenades as possible, so every soldier who participated in the surprise attack should be filled with grenades and grenades as much as possible, as well as rifles and bullets, as well as personal belongings.

The grenades in the little devil's quartermaster warehouse are all ninety-eight wooden handles, each weighing one pound and two taels, about eighteen centimeters long, each soldier carried at least twenty grenades, the weight of the grenades alone reached about twenty-five pounds, and there were more than twenty seven-taels, known as forty-eight petal grenades, as well as the necessary weapons three or eight large covers plus bayonets with a total weight of about nine catties, as well as magazines and bullets, as well as kettles, dry food, etc., adding up to more than 30 kilograms.

No one spoke all the way, and the twelve had white towels tied around their arms as markers.

Hot Spring Sheng gritted his teeth and walked in the front, he had just exchanged positions with Li Quansheng. The commander said that the leading soldier is the most tired during a rapid march, and everyone must take turns to replace the advance at any time, so as to improve the efficiency of the march.

Xu Zheyou has always been at the end of the line, and he has to make sure that no soldier is left behind, and in this kind of forced march, once someone is left behind, it is difficult for the rescue to keep up.

At present, this kind of super rapid march is supported by one breath, and whoever slows down this breath first will be left behind.

"There are still two kilometers to reach the designated attack site, leaving us with ten minutes." Xu Zheyou said in a low voice, "Everyone slow down, throw away the kettle after two sips of water, and reduce the burden." ”

All the soldiers slowed down with the hot spring students, silently took off their military kettles, took two sips, and threw them on the thick grass without making a sound.

Xu Zheyou: "Everyone lose their helmets!" ”

All the soldiers took off their 90 or 98 helmets and threw them into the grass.

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

The soldiers just threw out towels and stuff like that.

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

For a time, shoes, socks, clean towels, toothbrushes and toothpaste, canned food, beef jerky, candy, etc. taken from the devil's quartermaster warehouse were thrown all over the ground by the soldiers.

These are all secretly hidden by the soldiers, ready to be taken home to their families to try, and now in order to reduce weight, they can only throw them all away.

Some soldiers threw away cigarettes and matches, but one can imagine how tired they were.

At this time, throwing away some unwanted equipment is also a strategy, and the soldiers will have a much easier mentality. If you throw away the unwanted equipment at first, the soldiers will still feel tired by this time.

Details matter and can make or break the difference.

But the soldiers are too tired, and the end of the strong crossbow is no longer enough to compare their physical strength at this time, at least the strong crossbow can still be powerful, and these soldiers, at this time, are all relying on a will to support their legs, and move forward mechanically.

Someone gasped and said, "Xu Zheyou, the five-kilometer forced march has already gone more than halfway, let's rest for a minute before leaving!" ”

Hearing someone say that they wanted to rest, the strong breath of several soldiers was a little loose, and they all said that they wanted to rest and rest before leaving.

Xu Zheyou said in a low voice: "No one can take a breath. At this time, as soon as you squat, it will immediately become a mess of mud, and you will no longer be able to help it up. This time, if you squat, your spine will never straighten up, and you will always be bent by the little devil. ”

The soldiers were all death row prisoners who had experienced a hundred battles, and they naturally knew that once they squatted down in this kind of high-intensity march, they would not be able to stand up at all without a break of more than ten minutes.

Among the twelve people in this raid, plus Xu Zheyou, a total of three soldiers had participated in the 25,000-mile Long March, and they had seen many soldiers walking and walking, squatting down so tired that they never stood up again. Of course, the inability to get up after squatting down is the cause of long-term fatigue, long-term hunger, accumulation of injuries and diseases, and finally leading to sudden death from running out of oil.

Xu Zheyou, who has experienced countless hardships, understands that the breath that these twelve people are holding on at the moment may be the winner or loser of this battle, or it may be the life-and-death boundary of this team.

Xu Zheyou stepped forward a few steps, walked to the edge of the middle of the team, and said: "Those little devils who donkey ried, like us, carried 30 kilograms and completed a 5-kilometer forced march in 20 minutes, creating impressive results for the world's soldiers, and fighting for their plaster flags. Could it be that we Chinese soldiers are inherently worse than those little devils? No. The twelve of us must trample the records of the little devils raised by Wang Bayang under our feet, and let them know that our gang of mud-legged people can also stomp them under their feet and smell the smell of their feet. As the chief said, if we want to defeat them in a duel with the dogs, we have to have more willpower and patience than them. ”

Xu Zheyou naturally can't say sensational words like Yan Zhi, but he is rough and full of swearing, but his words are not rough and vigorous.

In this era, because of the emergence of Yan Zhi, the word "durable" has been popular for sixty or seventy years earlier than the twenty-first century.

A soldier of the Eighth Route Army rolled up his sleeves three or two times, pulled out a bayonet from under his clothes, and made a cut on his arm, blood flowed, and he grinned and hoarsely laughed: "Our Eighth Route Army is to walk and stand to drain the blood, and we will never squat or lie down to die." Labor and management are boiled with bones, and they have to boil the little devils to death. He slit his arm and then put the bayonet in his clothes and hid it, "Brothers, don't say it, pulling a big hole in yourself is really a refreshment he brews." ”

"He brewed it, labor and management will not lose to the devil, and naturally he will not pretend to show you Tubalu." Hot Springs walked in the front, pulled out the bayonet from under his clothes as he spoke, took off the towel and wrapped it around the blade of the knife, leaving only half an inch of the tip of the knife, and quickly poked it on the left and right thighs, and suddenly roared in a low voice, and accelerated forward.

The soldiers were like roosters who had been excited, and the three soldiers from the Eighth Road ridiculed the national army's cowardice, and the national soldiers directly pulled out their bayonets and stabbed themselves back.