However, the wounded were settled and a large amount of supplies and seized were left, and the ancient city regiment was not completely lightweight.

Zhao Ergou's artillery company transported all the big guys.

The two Bofos mountain cannons have a long range and accurate shells are powerful. They are a killer weapon to crush the Four-One mountain cannons. Especially after the Black Hawk Army had only some infantry cannons left, it was simply the thickest stick to beat the Black Hawk Empire, and they had to go with them.

However, the Swedish mountain cannon, which seemed to be very mobile on the plain, still exposed some shortcomings when fighting in the mountains and was still a little bulky.

Especially in pursuit battles like this, it has been dismantled into eleven pieces, but the weight of each piece of part is still a huge burden.

If manpower is used, these two big treasures not only require artillery soldiers with a number of up to fifty people to carry their hands on their shoulders, but walking dozens of kilometers a day is also a terrifying nightmare for these artillery soldiers.

Fortunately, although the dozens of large trucks in the baggage company have basically been damaged by the bumps of thousands of miles, the local horses and mules of the trailer are still there. They can barely bear some transportation capacity.

But Liu Lang no longer knew how to kick Zhao Ergou's butt. The guy actually disobeyed the military order of the cannon bombing and dug a hole overnight to bury five mountain cannons. Not to mention that he could get it in the future, the remaining four cannons were actually dismantled by him. All the soldiers, including him, were carrying shoulder poles and preparing to carry the four mountain cannons on their shoulders and carry them to follow the large army.

"Are you crazy? You can carry these cannons for ten miles, but can you carry them for one hundred miles?" Liu Lang looked at the artillery company with more than a hundred people standing neatly with the shells on his back, and his nose was almost pissed.

Of course, Liu Lang didn't want artillery. In the field battle with the Eighth Division, if there were more mountain cannons, the people of the Black Hawk Empire, who could only be beaten passively, would definitely be beaten to tears.

However, the huge power of the cannon is not for nothing. The weight of hundreds of kilograms makes transportation a problem that plagues all the troops. Otherwise, a 3,000-man artillery corps in the Black Hawk Army would have only 32 mountain cannons in total. That thing needs a lot of manpower and animal power to transport it.

As for the howitzers weighing several times in the Black Hawk Heavy Artillery Brigade, Liu Lang never thought that without trucks, the so-called heavy artillery was a joke.

But when it comes to the tow truck, even if the truck is placed there, can the entire ancient city group find more than two drivers?

Even in the Principality decades later, car drivers initially existed as a scarce profession. Soldiers who dared to drive a truck and kill all over the world after a few trainings can only appear in the drama of fighting against the Black Hawk Empire. Think about the "female drivers" in the future who have experienced endless difficulties and finally got their driver's license and were still able to become road killers. You know that driving is really not as easy as you imagine, let alone dragging a cannon behind.

"Sir, don't worry, even if I am exhausted, my artillery brothers will not drag the infantry brothers back. We will follow them. Let us leave these cannons!" Zhao Ergou's lips twitched with difficulty, and he looked at Liu Lang with a pleading look.

For artillery soldiers, artillery is their lifeblood and is more important than their wives. On this point, Zhao Ergou, who has always been a tycoon, has never been serious.

Liu Lang wanted to say no, because he knew very well that it would be difficult for them to transport these six mountain cannons and more than a dozen mortars to more than thirty miles, especially the mountain cannons did not have many shells, and the total number would not exceed one hundred. That was the result of Zhao Ergou's private hiding.

But starting from the company commander Zhao Ergou, from the platoon leader to the squad leader to the soldiers, everyone's weight would never be less than 30 kilograms, and their begging eyes still made Liu Lang hesitate.

Just as Liu Lang gritted his teeth and was about to let them abandon the cannon, Bai Yunyue, who was in charge of logistics, ran over excitedly and reported the situation in Liu Lang's ear.

Liu Lang raised his eyebrows and looked at the excited old Bai suspiciously. Could it be such a coincidence? Could it be that Zhao Ergou privately promised the Baituan group any benefits! Zhao Ergou is a personal talent. After the eight-day battle, he has been as enthusiastic as Liang Yunli Binggan and others. It is naturally no problem to take down an honest man like Bai Yunyue.

It's no wonder that Liu Lang was suspicious. He was just saying that the cannon was too heavy and the artillery company could not transport it for a long distance. Bai Yunyue ran over here and told him that the ten howitzers from the Black Hawk Army's heavy artillery brigade were blown up, but the few crawler heavy artillery tractors that stayed in the distance were miraculously not destroyed by the war and were preserved.

What surprised Liu Lang even more was that Liang Yun and Li Binggan regiments were poor and poor. The direct supply company of the regiment headquarters relied on human-powered wheelbarrows to transport supplies, and there were not even a few mules and horses. Not to mention mechanization, they were not even used for mules, and some people drove trucks and were still old drivers.

After a big battle, the old driver who survived by chance naturally couldn't help but itch when he saw these strange big guys. He went up and tweaked a few times, and actually started the track-torn heavy cannon tractor.

After hearing Bai Yunyue's description, Liu Lang knew what kind of tractors the Black Hawk Army of the Black Hawk Empire equipped for the heavy artillery brigade. It should be the previous generation of the Type 92 heavy artillery tractor that the Black Hawk Army will serve in the future. The power should be more than 30 horsepower, otherwise, it will not be able to pull those big guys weighing several tons.

You know, the present kingdom is not like the future, where roads can be built into villages, and these heavy artillery cannons can only be pulled forward with difficulty by tractors in the field.

If these heavy artillery tractors can be used, the transportation of the artillery company should not be a big problem.

"Let's go, take a look." Liu Lang brows and said to Bai Yunyue.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just after taking two steps, Liu Lang looked back and looked at Zhao Ergou who was still standing in place and standing properly. He said angrily: "I'm still stunned and making yarns, so I can keep up with you."

The three infantry battalions were already leading the way, and the remaining ones were the artillery soldiers led by Bai Yunyue, who were responsible for transporting the supplies to the raising.

Rather than being a baggage soldier, it was better to be a wounded soldier. When the war was at its most intense, both the baggage soldier and the strong men were able to go. Until now, there were not many professional baggage trainers. So, the three infantry battalion commanders discussed and sent all the guys in their team who were injured but not seriously injured but could still work to Bai Yunyue. First, they were able to enrich his logistics and second, they were also allowed to raise these guys. After a while, they were a vibrant hero.

When Liu Lang took the artillery company with sweaty cannon components on his back, he rushed to the location of the logistics department, and saw the group of minor wounded soldiers with bandages or arms hanging around him gathered in a bunch of cheers.

In the venue, a tracked tractor with two rows of seats and a big head was moving forward, backward, turning left and right, and seemed to be doing a driving performance.

Seeing the tractor roaring with black smoke and moving back and forth, Liu Lang frowned slightly. When there was a car, it seemed that someone would drive it, but where was the fuel? Where did it come from?

Bai Yunyue saw Liu Lang frowning, and his heart thumped, and he rushed to the tractor and shouted: "Mo Songzi, why are you showing off? Stop the car quickly and come here for me."

"Here, here we are." A man in his thirties, who was not tall, wearing a blue Kingdom Army uniform with exposed cotton and ragged cotton, looked a little out of place, but a black hawk army yellow velvet hat, jumped off the passenger seat of the tractor.

Running to Liu Lang and Bai Yunyue, this guy who was dressed in an inappropriate manner but had a smart face gave a military salute to Liu Lang and Bai Yunyue with a smile and said, "Sir, Mo Songzi comes to report."
Chapter completed!