Throughout the next night and the entire day of the 17th, the battalion received no further orders.
That night, a long military column composed of forty-eight sections slowly drove into Chengdu North Railway Station with the whistle blowing "woo woo woo".
Most of the soldiers crowded in the stuffy tanker took off their clothes, because the ventilation fan alone could not relieve the hot feeling at all.
"Everyone, come down and line up!"
"Each department counts the number of people and equipment!"
The sleepy-eyed soldiers jumped out of the carriage one by one with their rifles in hand, and then couldn't help but take a deep breath of the outside air.
The midsummer night in the land of Bashu is so refreshing. Sichuan is such a good place.
The sound of human voices mixed with the sound of vehicles starting engines made it particularly noisy at night. Zhou Changfeng, who walked slowly onto the platform, raised his hand and looked at his watch. It read: one forty in the morning.
"Do you really have to drive all night?" Xie Wancheng thought what Zhou Changfeng said in the car was just a joke.
"Besides eating and sleeping along the way, I have had enough rest. Now hurry up and rush a little more, and you will be a lot more relaxed later." After the latter finished speaking, he walked towards his car.
After completing the inspection work, a convoy of dozens of vehicles set off without stopping.
Under the starry dark night, a long snake-like procession drove onto the road and headed southwest.
In order to reach Lingzhi on time and minimize non-combat losses, Zhou Changfeng racked his brains to adjust the march plan.
Even motorized and mechanized troops cannot march continuously for a long time. Time must be set aside to rest and inspect and maintain their vehicles.
Mechanized troops usually need 8 to 9 hours of maintenance for every 4 to 5 hours of marching, which means that they are in a marching state for only about 8 hours 24 hours a day. Motorized troops, on the other hand, have simpler maintenance and will have shorter rest periods. Some.
Zhou Changfeng remembered that in his original world line, a friendly neighbor's mechanized troops once tried to march continuously for 23 hours, but the cost was quite high - not only were the officers and soldiers exhausted physically and mentally, but they also had to abandon a large number of broken down armored vehicles. , and in the end, I ran a little more distance than normal marching in the same time, which is not worth the gain.
More than four hours later, the fiery red sun had just crossed the horizon, and the first battalion had marched more than 270 miles and arrived at the foot of Yazhou City.
Yazhou, also known as Ya'an, is located in the transition zone between the Sichuan Basin and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. It has been the only route for tea and horse trade since ancient times. It is also known as the "Throat of Western Sichuan" and the "Gateway to Tibet".
Economic development is naturally difficult to balance, and the differences between coastal areas and inland areas are not insignificant. In the eyes of Zhou Changfeng, most of Yazhou's urban areas still retain the appearance of ancient buildings, and people's lifestyles are relatively simple.
Since there were not many civilian vehicles here, the First Battalion generously pulled over along the road to rest and rest. The entire team stretched for three miles.
"We reported that a few cars had flat tires and leaking water tanks, but there were no major problems."
"Okay, keep the sentry and go rest."
Zhou Changfeng, who was full of interest in the antique Yazhou City, decided to go shopping. In a sense, most of the ancient things here can be regarded as authentic.
Take clothes for example. There are almost no broad robes or long sleeves on the streets of Beijing. The clothes worn by men and women are all products that have been improved to adapt to the industrial society.
For example, several typical men's clothing are gradually improved based on "short brown" and "huizi". The positioning of the two is roughly equivalent to work jackets and windbreakers.
Walking on the streets paved with bluestones in Yazhou City, you will see traditional houses with cornices on both sides, as well as porters carrying poles, women carrying bamboo baskets, and children playing around.
It's just...the square wooden telephone poles and hanging wires are a bit awkward.
Due to the geographical location, the eaves of traditional houses in Kawachi are generally very wide, and the "big eaves" are one of their characteristics.
At this time, two careless men sneaked into a teahouse on the street, and then came to the backyard in a familiar way.
"Hey hey hey, it's all confirmed. These soldiers and horses just came from Chengdu. They are all cars." One of them said flatteringly.
A plump woman who looked about 28 or 29 years old waved a fan in her hand and asked casually: "How many cars? Do you know the number?"
"I know, I know. I asked the girl who sells plums to go around and count them. There are about seven or eighty of them. The designation is the Third Mixed Brigade of the Guards, and the clothes are different from other soldiers and horses. .”
The woman nodded to express satisfaction, and then someone handed over a few banknotes. The two scoundrels took the money and quickly put it away, and then walked away happily.
After they left, several people present whispered a few words and took notes while consulting a compilation booklet.
"It's unmistakable. This is a battalion. It should serve as the vanguard of the large army."
"Sister Shuling, let's go now..."
Suddenly, there was the sound of rapid footsteps, and a man dressed as a store clerk burst in, "There's a car coming on the street outside, and it's carrying an official!"
Everyone looked at each other and made a decision immediately - this was an excellent opportunity to obtain information.
It was early in the morning, and there were many pedestrians coming and going on the street. The off-road vehicles drove very slowly, not necessarily faster than walking.
Zhou Changfeng felt that the urban atmosphere here was particularly strong, especially in the teahouse, where people sat on bamboo chairs with their legs crossed, eating melon seeds and sipping tea, and some even asked people to come and pick their ears. They were all very leisurely.
Come here early in the morning to drink tea and chat nonsense? With such a relaxed and leisurely pace of life, no wonder Bashu is said to be suitable for retirement.
At this moment, the woman called Sister Shuling stood on the second floor of "Guiyi Pavilion", her eyes fell on the slowly approaching off-road vehicle.
Two shop assistants came up to him, smiled and invited the people in the car to come and have a rest in the teahouse, but they were refused abruptly.
Let this big fish go?
Shuling immediately rejected this idea. From the shape of the military uniform, she could tell that this was a school officer. In addition, this was a battalion-level unit, which meant that the chief officer of this unit was right in front of her?
Opportunities cannot be missed and never come back, but how do you strike up a conversation "reasonably"? Just now he directly refused the invitation from his subordinates.
Seeing the car passing by, she became cruel, pulled out the hairpin from her bun and threw it away.
Several buskers were performing tricks on the street. Zhou Changfeng was watching with interest when he was accurately hit in the ear by a hairpin.
"Protect the battalion commander!"
Xiao Li, who was always smart, reacted the fastest and raised his gun while shouting.
The leading sidecar motorcycle also stopped. The soldiers immediately raised their guns and turned on the safety, looking around cautiously. Zhou Changfeng reached out to cover his ears, and put his right hand on the holster at his waist.
And the "culprit" quickly walked over. Shuling looked apologetic, first saluted, and then said with a hint of panic: "Sir...sir, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I... …”
