It's just a bunch of refugees on the run!

Yang Mingzhi knew that even scolding would not help, the speed of the march was like a snail crawling, and a large number of wounded and sick people slowed down the entire army.

It was only more than thirty kilometers from the riverbank, and there were really no roads, and the whole army had to advance on the edge of the forests and streams, and the more they advanced, the softer their feet became, and gradually, the roads began to become muddy.

The fog cleared at 10 a.m., and before that, Yang Mingzhi had another correspondence with Novgomel.

He explained the great predicament of the present contingent and made an important order.

Roshakov was ordered that his men should not continue to stay in the so-called settlements, but immediately organize their forces and wait for the stretcher to go all the way west along the stream. The doctors who had been waiting at the Catfish Village Hospital also immediately went west.

Yang Mingzhi estimated that those sturdy soldiers could meet early even if the ground was muddy, even if the ground was muddy.

Those warriors will carry only simple weapons, and their weights will be plenty of neat blankets and prepared slices of bread.

Looking at the team's slow speed now, Yang Mingzhi no longer expected them to walk ten kilometers before dark. He ordered all the food to be distributed, because there was no need to save food.

At lunchtime, the team paused for a moment and continued on their way after a simple meal. After eating, the overall condition of the team was better, but the march was still slow. For example, the elite reconnaissance battalion, which would have arrived on the riverbank before dark if they had acted alone, was duty-bound to help protect thousands of men, and therefore could not leave their posts.

At the same time, Roshakov had already ordered two battalions to march with a large number of improvised stretchers, and behind him, the village of Catfish prepared more than twenty empty wagons and went straight to the settlement along the built road, and a rescue operation was quickly launched.

"As long as we continue to move eastward, we will be completely safe tomorrow!" Yang Mingzhi encouraged the people around him as much as possible, and arranged for soldiers to spread his orders everywhere.

Those who drank sulfonamide water seemed to be doing better, perhaps it was just a psychological effect. The wounded and sick don't cry or make trouble, the team seems to be orderly, but in fact, Yang Mingzhi understands that everyone is enduring.

A platoon of Balzen's reconnaissance battalion was at the forefront of the road, and they were also given the special task of connecting with Roshakov's men as quickly as possible, and then giving priority to the wounded and sick to be brought back.

They finally got on at half-past three in the afternoon, and by this time the scouts were four kilometers away from the main force.

At about half past four in the afternoon, more than 1,200 people sent by Roshakov finally joined Yang Mingzhi's large army. The people who had been enduring the dampness, soreness, and depression saw that a large group of new people had arrived, and they all had to lift their burdens, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

For no other reason, these new warriors saw this group of sloppy people, and they all felt compassion. Therefore, one by one, they unfastened their pockets and quickly distributed the slices of bread that should have been distributed, and even the clean stalls.

This disorganized and undisciplined distribution immediately caused chaos, and Yang Mingzhi was shocked. Fortunately, the junior officers fired warning shots one after another, and only then did they control the scene.

Yang Mingzhi originally thought that he would have to kill a few people to control the riot, but fortunately, the riot subsided. He withdrew his pistol and ordered: "Heralds, tell the battalions to gather the wounded to me, inform the hospital and the women's barracks, and gather the sick and the children to me!" ”

Because Roshakov had been promoted to regimental commander, Yang Mingzhi did not know much about his battalion commander.

These two, one is Voroshitin, and the other is Rozhdestvensky, because Maozi's surname is usually stinky and long, and the name is highly similar, Yang Mingzhi is too lazy to remember, so he simply calls one as Furo and the other as Luo Ri, and these two are happy to accept it.

Roshakov was not idle these days, he was always recruiting, and the large army encountered only one large partisan force during this time, and in fact, there were many refugees in family units, who moved to the swamps as stealthily as possible. These people usually want to go to the swamp to avoid trouble, but when they go there, they are directly absorbed by the Soviet army, and they are slightly suspicious, and they are intimidated into being punished for treason.

Therefore, the newly formed militia battalions in Catfish Village, some of which were only two or three hundred people, were all under the responsibility of his regiment.

This time the two battalions he sent were the absolute main force, and Furo and Rozh ordered his soldiers to unpack their bags, and the commander was responsible for distributing food and blankets. The only task of these more than 1,200 soldiers at present is to make a direct cameo appearance in the stretcher team, taking away all the wounded and sick, and even the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers (there is no time to dig pits and bury them).

During the march, some unlucky soldiers accidentally broke their feet and had to kneel on the heel of Achilles, even though they were strong. With the addition of such wounded, the total number of wounded and sick amounted to four hundred and fifty. In fact, there are not many real wounded, and the most are the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the black bear brigade!

Yang Mingzhi didn't say anything, but he was dissatisfied in his heart. The most ruthless drag on the troops is the group of people in the Black Bear Brigade, if it is not restrained, the troops are now on the riverside! Fortunately, they were very self-aware and lay on stretchers, carried away by strong soldiers.

The road ahead is clear. With the children who were rescued, a total of 540 people will be taken away directly, and there is no reason for the rest to continue to grind.

Maybe Lao Maozi still prefers the sour taste of brown bread! Yang Mingzhi handed his share to star fruit and Natasha.

"You two eat it quickly, we have to keep going!"

Star fruit did not hesitate to take this and handed it a copy to Natasha in two. She didn't immediately start talking, but looked at the people who were drifting away in the east, and muttered, "Brother! You said Pepper, she should be fine! ”

"Of course! I gave the soldiers an order that this child should be taken care of. What's more, I also sent two personal guards to take care of her full-time. That kid will inevitably lie in the hospital in Catfish Village today. ”

A stone fell to the ground, and star fruit smiled with relief. "That's good! That's it! My sister is fine, it's the best! ”

"So you two hurry up and finish eating, let's get going!"

Hope lies ahead, with bread, milk, fish soup, dry and soft beds, and even a sauna to wash. Yang Mingzhi deliberately arranged for his subordinates to publicize to those rescued prisoners of war, as if Catfish Village was a paradise.

This kind of behavior of painting cakes to satisfy hunger and quench thirst has achieved good results, and the marching speed is faster.

For the next four hours, the whole procession continued to move without stopping, even when it was dark.

Yesterday's sudden rain made the air very clear, and tonight the sky was cloudless, the moon was high and the stars were shining, and the army was no longer shuttling in the forest.

The path Yang Mingzhi chose was less muddy, and when they left the forest, through the clean air, they saw the distant land dotted with stars.

At this moment, a sense of happiness came to his heart, and Yang Mingzhi pointed to the front and roared excitedly: "Hey! Comrades! We're here! That's our campfire, everyone, rush! ”

It was the so-called settlement, which did not exist until departure. Its appearance was too timely, and when it arrived there, it proved that there were reliable enough roads, and the carriages and trucks of Catfish Village could be driven quickly.

As a general, tonight, I and my wife can sleep in the dormitory of the old headquarters of Catfish Village, how warm and happy it is!

Led by the commander, the entire army went into a frenzy, and they roared Ula towards the lights as if they were charging in battle.

At this moment, Roshakov was in this settlement, he had just received the wounded and sick from the troops and had been sent away by a waiting carriage. He and the remaining more than a thousand people continued to roar, and according to the order, more than a dozen cauldrons were already boiling the fish pond, which could be described as fragrant.

With a sudden roar as if the earth was about to crack, Roshakov burst out of the tent and saw a large number of fighters with weapons and staring blankly at the west. In the darkness, it seemed like a group of monsters were moving, and the ground trembled slightly.

Roshakov had already understood everything, and he ordered to the overwhelmed soldiers: "Don't be in a daze, our commander and the large forces are triumphant!" Prepare the bread and the fish pond at once! ”

With that, he immediately ran to the telegraph room......