Before leaving, Deng Wenxian sent a guide to Huo Xiaoshan, Huo Shan asked for a few, Deng Wenxian said one, Huo Xiaoshan said too little, you can get me a platoon guide, you have good physical strength!

Deng Wenxian was a little confused by Huo Xiaoshan, but fortunately, their people had not been active in the area north of the Xinqiang River for a day or two, and there were many people who were familiar with the road conditions, so he really sent thirty guides to Huo Xiaoshan.

Then Huo Xiaoshan's direct battalion and Deng Wenxian's Sichuan Army entered the rapid march mode.

Their mixed team began the rapid march because Deng Wenxian, the commander of the Sichuan Corps, had received an urgent order from the division after dinner, which required them to join forces with other troops to attack a huge Japanese grain and ammunition warehouse more than 100 miles away, and they must arrive within 24 hours.

Deng Wenxian naturally told Huo Xiaoshan that he had received this order.

Of course, the Sichuan army would not order Huo Xiaoshan to do anything. But when Huo Xiaoshan heard the news, how could he stand idly by, so he summoned his officers for a meeting and sounded the emergency assembly number.

War is like this, not to mention guerrilla warfare, and it is perfectly normal to have a march.

At the beginning of the march, the marching speed of the directly subordinate battalion was faster than that of the Sichuan army, but Huo Xiaoshan, who was at the head, suppressed the speed, and he shook his head to inform the people behind him to pass on the words, more than a hundred miles of leisurely.

So the soldiers were stunned.

Nowadays, the march of the Chinese troops is, to put it bluntly, a long-distance run with heavy loads, because there are neither horse-drawn carts nor trucks.

The machine gunner had to carry nearly 20 pounds of Czech light machine guns or dozens of pounds of markers that had been separated from the bracket, while other soldiers had to carry 8 pounds of medium formal rifles, four grenades weighing one or two pounds each, plus one or two bullets with three bases.

This kind of weight-bearing long-distance running naturally requires a high level of endurance from soldiers, and they only need to maintain a relative speed, so if they run with strength at the beginning, their physical strength will definitely not be able to keep up.

Long-distance running requires people to have endurance and speed, unlike sprinting, which requires more speed generated by explosive power.

So those who are professionally engaged in long-distance running or sprinting can also be distinguished from their appearance.

Long-distance runners have thick calves and relatively thin thighs, and if they are wearing sports shorts, looking at their legs will feel like chicken chicks with thin feet, and not as beautiful as sprinters' slender calves and thick and powerful thighs.

It's just that the current Chinese army is no longer a chicken chick due to long-term lack of food (let's not mention any malnutrition), but looks like a rib team.

In the darkness of the night, a procession of thousands of people made a jurky, hurried footstep on the road, and the footsteps could be heard far away in the silence of the night.

When he was full, Deng Wenxian was still very confident in the marching ability of his Sichuan army.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "the Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky", and the Sichuan army is mostly marching on the Shu Road, and the natural marching ability is there.

Although there are more short people in the Sichuan army, this is also a fact, of course, according to the research of later generations, it is because of the lack of light in the Sichuan Basin that it affects the development of bones, of course, this is a digression.

Therefore, Deng Wenxian did not think that Huo Xiaoshan's direct battalion would definitely be able to overwhelm his own team on the march, and this was indeed the case in the first twenty miles of marching.

The soldiers on both sides marched forward in unison with their loads, but after twenty miles, Deng Wenxian found that his soldiers, of course, including himself, had slowed down, while the marching speed of Huo Xiaoshan's battalion still maintained the rhythm at the beginning.

After running some distance, Deng Wenxian found that the guide he sent to Huo Xiaoshan had been left behind.

At this time, he understood why Huo Xiaoshan asked him for thirty guides, it turned out that Huo Xiaoshan guessed that his own people must not be able to keep up with their footsteps, so he asked for more guides to always keep someone in front of him to lead the way.

Fortunately, in Deng Wenxian's mind, the image of Huo Xiaoshan's direct battalion being able to fight well has been formed, and there is no way to keep up with others when the physical strength of the march cannot keep up, but he is sure that he will reach the predetermined target within one day.

It was only in the darkest hours before dawn that an accident happened, and Deng Wenxian heard the explosion of gunshots and grenades in front of him.

Deng Wenxian realized that he had missed a point, and that there were variables in the distance of more than 100 miles, and although his troops were always operating in this area, it was entirely possible that the Japanese army would set up a jam or stronghold on a certain road without his knowledge.

Sure enough, after running forward for some distance, some soldiers who had begun to be sent by him to serve as guides for Huo Xiaoshan ran back and reported that the battalion under his command had collided with the temporary stronghold newly set up by the Japanese army on the road.

Just when Deng Wenxian was thinking about sending troops to support Huo Xiaoshan, another guide ran back and reported that the battle was over, and the battalion directly under him had killed thirteen Japanese soldiers in the stronghold, and the troops could continue to advance.

At this time, for Deng Wenxian, the shock was gone, all he had was his heartfelt admiration for Huo Xiaoshan and his direct battalion.

In the sweating profusely, in the whirring breath, in the heavy running, Huo Xiaoshan and his direct battalion ushered in the dawn of dawn.

Xiao Meizi and Liu Yu had never participated in such a long rapid march, but fortunately, since they and Murong Pei joined the New Fourth Army to fight guerrillas, they had already begun to pay attention to this aspect of exercise, but they also persevered.

The little sister also rejected Shen Chong's proposal to run back to carry her, she can't be a person who drags her back, and besides, she let Shen Chong carry it, what should Liu Yu do?

Although the two of them are female soldiers, they are in charge of the radio station, and it is already embarrassing for the radio station to be carried by two male soldiers, and it is too unreasonable to let Shen Chong carry it lightly.

Now the little sister understands why when she was the commander of the army, Murong Pei also insisted on running long distances every day, it turned out that Sister Yaya was just to not drag Brother Shanzi back!

The team of several hundred people was like a dragon, like a gust of wind when it ran downhill, and like a herd of oxen carrying heavy loads when it ran uphill, no matter what, the order was there, then it was necessary to run, so the soldiers of the direct battalion ran on the land of China.

It was already dawn, and it was inevitable that Chinese people would see their team running along the way.

The road here refers to the mountains and fields, but it is by no means a village, because in order to cooperate with the national army to resist Japan, the local people have already achieved ten rooms and ten emptiness.

What else do you do at home? Waiting to be captured by the Japanese to work as a guide or as a laborer to build roads?

When the people saw their heavily armed appearance, they must be going to carry out a mission, they must be going to fight devils, so naturally some of them came up to talk.

The soldiers of the battalion just said the word "water", so the people with good legs and feet ran to the head and drew water from the well in advance in the villages passing by the battalion to prepare it for the roadside.

The soldiers picked up the gourd and drank the water and ran again, and the man with the heavy machine gun barrel reminded the people that you should still hide in the mountains after the troops passed.

A sister-in-law from the countryside saw the little girl and Liu Yu running behind the team, and even stuffed a nest for each of them.

The little sister and Liu Yu both refused, but the sister-in-law had to give it, and when she pushed it, Liu Yu saw that they were lagging behind again, and hurriedly accepted the two nests, but took out a bag of horse jerky from her bag that she had not been willing to eat and put it on the ground for the sister-in-law, and then the two of them were busy chasing the team again.

When it was about to get dark, Huo Xiaoshan's direct battalion finally arrived in advance to the destination of their rapid march - a mountain forest on the outskirts of Yueyang, Hunan.

At this time, only four of the thirty guides sent by the Sichuan Legion could reach at the same time as them.