There are many types of military salutes stipulated in the Ming army regulations, such as the fist-holding salute, the eye-catching salute, the gun-holding salute, the chest-stroking salute, etc., but the most common one is still the fist-holding salute.
Although the Western-style hand-raising salute complies with the regulations, it is relatively rare. Usually, those officers who have studied abroad will prefer to use the raising-hand salute.
Looking at Zhou Changfeng's back as he turned to leave, Wei Gaoming turned his head and asked, "What's the origin of this kid...?"
Han Zhixun, who was next to him, was wiping his glasses. Hearing this, he casually replied: "In the first year of March, Ying Tianwu was ranked fourth in the infantry class. Later, he went to the Saumur Cavalry School for two years as an exchange. This kid is a popular member of the third brigade. cake."
Regardless of his background, his grades and talents are so good, he is highly valued by Shangguan, and he is still so young. He is a good candidate for the general.
[It’s strange, why do some people come to the conclusion that “study abroad” will be more popular? Further infer that this is the Republic of China that changed its skin? The main character is popular because he has good grades in martial arts in Nanjing. What does it have to do with going to France for exchange and learning tactics. 】
"Hey, I put myself in danger for the first time in battle..." Wei Gaoming thought for a while and said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid that old man from the third brigade is going to poke my spine in the back."
"It doesn't matter if he scolds people, it's just that there are too many noble children in the Forbidden Army, and there are also many descendants of the emperor's relatives. This will be a desperate battle, and we are afraid that our family will be blocked in the future." Han Zhixun put on his glasses and smoothly Picked up some more colored pencils.
Wei Gaoming's face turned cold and he hummed: "The war has reached this point, even if all the officers and soldiers in this battalion are relatives of the emperor, they should still be photographed. How many noble children died in Britain during the European War? Thousands of them! If you can die, then the noble dandies of our country cannot die?"
There was a brief silence in the headquarters, and everyone fell silent.
After a while, Han Zhixun changed the subject and said: "If the Twelfth Division and the Thirty-fifth Division immediately organized a retreat, it would take three or four days to cross the river, but the British partial division... could arrive in more than two days, and the Thirty-eighth Regiment It would be great if the battalion can delay them for half a day, and the remaining day... it depends on whether we can win it."
"Do your best and obey fate! The main force of the third mixed brigade is coming soon. I hope these showmen will not embarrass the Chinese people." Wei Gaoming picked up a red pencil and marked the small village named "Demaji" on the map. A heavy circle was drawn on it.
After leaving the turbid basement, Zhou Changfeng stood at the gate of Rongzang Bank and took a deep breath, then got on his motorcycle and headed straight for the station.
While riding through a supply depot, Zhou Changfeng heard several soldiers from other units complaining. They were mocking the Third Brigade of the Forbidden Army for coming all the way here just to make up the numbers. It was a useless showmanship. .
Sure enough, the Imperial Guards were not welcome.
ten minutes later.
The uninformed officers and soldiers of the first battalion were very leisurely at the moment, and they all seemed to be aloof from the incident.
Cleaning guns, repairing cars, drinking tea, smoking, chatting, listening to the radio, everything, as if they were just going through the motions of this battle.
"Batalion Commander, are you back? Look at the good things I got." Seeing Zhou Changfeng return to the camp, Xie Wancheng pointed to the side proudly, "Twenty big bags of tea. I also paid some money out of my own pocket. It's not a loss. Give the brothers a meal!"
Looking around, I saw a dozen soldiers happily leading three yaks and calling the cooks to come over and slaughter the yaks.
"I'm afraid we won't be able to eat." Zhou Changfeng said calmly: "Have the supplies been in place?"
"All the guns, artillery and ammunition are in place, and there are a lot of them, and the food supplies are also in place."
"Okay, call the chief officers of each team and platoon immediately for a meeting!"
The troops already had a base amount of ammunition when they set out, but now they have to replenish another base amount.
According to the regulations, units of regiments and below of combat forces carry two basic ammunitions, one basic ammunition is kept at the division headquarters, one basic ammunition is kept at the forward military depot, and one basic ammunition is kept at the rear military depot, for a total of five basic ammunition.
[Artillery units equipped with suppressed artillery carry and retain four times the ammunition, which is twenty bases; machine guns carry double the ammunition, which is ten bases. 】
A moment later, more than a dozen officers arrived. Zhou Changfeng placed the map holder on the hood of the off-road vehicle, and then said bluntly: "The battle situation has suddenly changed. Look, two divisions of our army have penetrated hundreds of miles into the enemy's territory, and then the enemy has a A mixed unit of more than 5,000 people is advancing eastward from the northern line."
Liu Qidong, the captain of the first team, said in surprise: "Good guy, are they just pretending to be defeated these days? This is a big trap for us."
"The visual distance is only a few hundred miles. They can rush over and cut off our army's retreat in one or two days, right?"
"Yes, a battalion of the Twelfth Division is already working hard to stop them, but they can't hold on for long. Now they can only rely on us."
Sun Cheng, captain of the second team, pushed up his glasses and pondered: "Are we just relying on us? I'm afraid it won't be easy to resist."
"The reserve team has to be wary of the British in Burma to the east, so only one team was selected as reinforcement." Zhou Changfeng glanced at the solemn-faced people and said seriously: "Time does not wait for us. The combat order has been issued. In a quarter of an hour, the three teams will be ready. As a leader, get ready to go.”
"yes!"
The soldiers who just thought they could have a good day's rest were confused after learning the order. The cooking soldiers who were wondering where to kill the cow also looked at each other.
A dozen trucks replenishing ammunition were still parked on the roadside. The quartermaster who completed the handover of supplies quickly left after checking that the signatures were correct.
Zhou Changfeng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the map carefully, while Xiao Li next to him was waiting with several blank marching plans.
In order to seize Demaji, we definitely couldn't take a flatter route that required a long detour, so we could only start from Lingzhi... and rush directly to Funan County in the south.
Funan is actually Milin. There is a dirt road in this section, which can be traveled by car. It is only 140 miles away and can be reached in half a day.
But then we have to switch to marching on foot. Demaji is three hundred miles south of it, which is only a straight line distance. Because we have to travel through the lofty mountains at the eastern foot of the Himalayas, the actual distance...according to standard conversion, add 15% for hills and 25% for mountains, so it is at least 380 miles.
Moreover, the "terrain coefficient" must be considered. Marching on complex terrain must also be multiplied by an additional coefficient. How can walking on a mountain road be the same as walking on a flat road?
Looking at the dense contour lines, Zhou Changfeng was almost dazzled and decisively wrote 30%.
As for the speed of foot march, the speed of regular march is usually 5km/h, and the normal march of a day and night is 30-35km; while the so-called rapid march can reach a speed of 10km/h, but this is almost impossible to last.
When we got off the bus, we had to walk 380 miles of mountain roads.
Zhou Changfeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He signed his name on the schedule solemnly, then turned around and said, "Go and convey the order. All ministries should discard their irrelevant baggage, gas masks and tents. Leave all the gas masks and tents in place. The quartermaster will bring a batch of cigarettes and chocolates right away!"
