From Yili Town to Andongcheng, Liu Lang looked at the map and had to go through Yonghai City to Taideng City, the gateway on the other side of Fuhongzhou, and then go from Chongchao Town in Taideng City to Qiu Tongzhou. In this era, there was no expressway or national highway. It was a blessing to have a fairly flat dirt road for people and mules and horses to walk.

The entire journey reached 600 kilometers and 1,200 miles, all relying on two legs.

After arriving in Taideng City and entering the endless mountains, Liu Lang understood the so-called poem "The road to Shu is difficult, but it is more difficult than climbing to the blue sky."

Among the mountains, there is only a dirt road for three or four people to walk side by side, winding and stretching. Except for the lush trees around you, the blue sky above you, all the big trucks that are more than two meters wide have been abandoned, most of the baggage is carried on mules and horses, and the rest is entirely dependent on manpower.

Liu Lang was prepared before entering the mountain road. All the soldiers, except for the wounded soldiers with inflexible legs and feet, were fully armed, and the individual soldiers carried more than 20 kilograms, which was almost no less than the individual soldiers who were trained more than 30 kilograms.

This kind of high-intensity field marching can best train the will of soldiers. Although the journey is difficult, Liu Lang still stipulated the daily march mileage on the rugged mountain roads. The entire army must march to an astonishing 80 miles in Japan under full armed conditions, which is even more exaggerated than the 150 miles from Yili Town to Yongfeng Prefecture last time.

Although it was less than half of that time, it was a light-weight journey that time, and it was a flat road. This time it was fully armed and walked on a mountain road that kept going up and down. But the most painful thing was that it was not a day or two days to march at such a speed. From the map, there were still 500 miles from the edge of the Taidon Plain to Andong City. According to Liu Lang's plan, it would take six days to go. That would be exhausting.

Although Lin Li and Liang Wenzhong have strongly opposed it, this cannot stop Liu Lang's determination.

The Longyan army where Liu Lang was located had a record of marching 300 kilometers a week in the primitive jungle.

"Donkey, I won't leave, I won't leave anymore, I won't leave anymore. The fat man is trying to kill someone!" When he heard Liu Lang's opponents' officers announced their orders, a new cook soldier from the cooking squad directly under the regiment headquarters, carrying his newly acquired artifact----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The marching for several days has completely emptied the already weak Gou Defu's physical strength. When he heard this order, Gou Defu completely collapsed.

"A coward, why are you crying? Aren't you just going to walk a little longer? If you were asked to fight against the Black Hawk Empire, your kids would be scared to pee your pants?" Shi Datou glanced at Gou Defu who was crying on the ground with a super contempt and said.

If it weren't for the command of the superior, Shi Datou would have been too lazy to see this young master who was usually a slap, even if he was his only subordinate. What's the use of living in this world with a man who couldn't even make a dough without eating? Shi Datou, who never forgot to make his own identity, valued this very much.

"Isn't your baby just a steamed bun? You're the hero brother of yours, you're still a steamed bun. How big a big deal should I be with me? I just don't leave anymore. What can your baby get your baby's boobs? If you have the ability, you'll beat him to death." Gou Defu, who was emotionally broken, was also willing to sacrifice his strength now and retorted with his anger.

It is mainly because Shi Datou is still honest and honest in the past few days, which made Gou Defu feel that maybe it was just an accident that day, or maybe he was fooled by himself. The buns made have become masters, so why do you need a master to do?

"Okay! It's okay if you don't leave. Tonight, the commander has ordered the entire army to rest. I'll give you a chance. Go back by myself. For the sake of fellow villagers, I'll give you a weapon to defend yourself." Shi Datou nodded honestly and said.

Gou Defu's eyes instantly widened.

I really want to swallow what I just said back into my stomach.

The bun was very real. He said he gave him a self-defense weapon and tailored it to him on the spot. He looked around and kicked out with one foot. A tree of ash as thick as a bowl was kicked off.

It's so good. I guess this word can only describe Gou Defu's mood, staring at the moment with big eyes. Yili Town is a hilly area on the Guanzhong Plain, and there are not many species of trees. Ash trees are one of them. Gou Defu, who is inseparable from grains, knows ash trees purely because ash trees are economical tree species that can make money. The bark can be used as medicine. The wood is tough and it is a good material for making furniture. Uncle Liu, the housekeeper at home, specially introduced it to him.

Gou Defu remembers that the long-term workers in the family, who were as thick as a bowl, had axe cut for a long time before cutting it off. It was like this one who had just dried it with his feet?

What's even more excessive is that this man not only used his feet, but also used his hands as a knife. With one palm, he cut off the branches and selected a tree trunk of appropriate thickness. He used his hands and feet together. After a while, a five-foot-long white wax pole peeled off the bark was presented to him.

Maybe it feels that a big stick is not powerful enough. The real chef squad leader pulled out the bayonet that collapsed around his waist with his backhand, and then sliced ​​the front end of the ash rod, inserted it into the bayonet, tied it tightly with the rope, shook the tail of the stick, and shook out a few gun flowers. Then he handed it to Gou Defu, who was still stunned: "Hold it, the gun cannot be taken away. This thing should ensure your safety. Even if you encounter a tiger, you can kill it."

"Donkey, if you can kill a tiger, it doesn't mean that I can kill it too!" Gou Defu only waved his hands and refused Shi Datou's kindness.

The saying of making buns reminded him that there are big insects in the Ningling Mountains. Just like him, let alone holding a local spear, what can you do if you hold a gun? It will definitely become food for big insects to fill their stomachs and then turn it into fertilizer. It is better to be exhausted in comparison, and at least you can get a grave bag.

Of course, what Gou Defu is even more afraid of is that he should not be made into a roujiamo before he even ran away. Recently, he seems to be studying this because of meat.
Chapter completed!