During the two or three days of training in Shandong, Xia Yuan trained very hard. While teaching the soldiers basic martial arts routines, he also learned shooting skills from Ping He. During the period of learning shooting skills from Ping He, his proficiency improved rapidly.
"When shooting, use three points and one line, breathe gently, and concentrate all your attention on the enemy."
That is to say, when he was asking Pinghe for advice on shooting skills, he talked the most. He usually held his own gun and rarely spoke.
He applied for target shooting training from Wu Qianli and shot only three bullets, which increased his proficiency by thirty points. Upgrading to the master level requires ten thousand bullets. No wonder a qualified sniper needs thousands of bullets.
Stacked.
During this period, Xia Yuan's marksmanship also improved by leaps and bounds, already far surpassing that of most veterans. After all, he was a man with a system. He compressed his sleep time, sleeping only three or four hours a day, and spent the rest of the time practicing shooting.
The intense training time passed quickly, and a large number of soldiers, tens of thousands of them, were gathered on the old platform. These were the volunteer soldiers of the Ninth Corps who boarded the train to leave for North Korea to join the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.
[Aiming at the professional level (35101/100000)]
When he left, his aiming specialization proficiency had reached 35,000, and he was still 65,000 proficiency short of improvement. He believed that on the battlefield to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, this proficiency would improve even faster.
The moment he got on the train and lay on the bed, his tense spirit relaxed and Xia Yuan fell into a deep sleep.
Lei Suisheng looked at Xia Yuan who fell asleep quickly and said to Yu Congrong beside him: "Xia Yuan is exhausted from this period of training."
Yu Congrong nodded: "No, it won't work without training. If you don't train, you will die."
During this period, the soldiers of the Seventh Company watched this guy train. They only slept for three or four hours a day. When they got up, they carried out various trainings, especially aiming and shooting training. In order to keep themselves from shaking while holding the gun, he still
A brick was hung under the gun, and they persisted for a long time. They admired this guy from the bottom of their hearts.
This new recruit is very strong and hardworking.
I don't know how long I slept, it seemed like it was night again.
The team had already gathered at the border and set off again without much rest. Xia Yuan didn't even wake up. Wu Qianli knew that Xia Yuan was tired, so he didn't call him.
I got off the bus in a hurry and got on the bus in a hurry.
The train sets off again and will soon cross the Yalu River.
Lei Suisheng looked at Xia Yuan who was sleeping soundly and took a puff from his cigarette, "This kid is still sleeping. He has been sleeping all day. There shouldn't be any problem if he sleeps like this."
Pinghe held the gun and said, "I'm just tired."
Yu Congrong chewed melon seeds and said, "I can really sleep."
Pinghe stared at him: "You can pull him down. In every battle before, you were the one who snored the loudest."
Yu Congrong was exposed, so he pinched a melon seed and threw it at Pinghe.
Wu Wanli sat aside and smiled stupidly.
Wu Qianli sat in the room with his head down, looking at a piece of paper in front of him, "More than a hundred people, more than sixty cotton clothes, it's not enough."
Mei Sheng said in a heavy voice, "The number of cotton-padded uniforms is scarce. If they are divided into various companies, there will always be some people who can't wear them. We will give them to the younger soldiers first, and the older soldiers will be able to resist the cold. We will change them when the time comes.
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"This is the only way to go."
Wu Qianli thought for a while and nodded.
In the Northeast, they did not have many supplies, especially the short supply of cotton clothes. After moving north, the weather became colder and colder.
"Xia Yuan, Xia Yuan."
Hazy, Xia Yuan felt like someone was pushing him, his mind was dizzy, and he felt as if he had slept for a century.
It felt more like a piece of lead hanging on my eyelids. It was extremely heavy and I couldn't open my eyes. I was confused and had a splitting headache.
After a long pause, he opened his eyes. In the dark, stuffy carriage, a group of soldiers gathered in front of his window. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he was awake.
"How long have I slept?"
His voice was hoarse, his stomach was dry, he felt hungry and made a growling sound.
"You've been sleeping all day. We're almost arriving at the Yalu River."
The speaker was Yu Congrong. He was holding a bowl of batter and two roasted potatoes, exhaling white mist, "If you weren't still breathing, we would have thought you were dead. If you feel your heart, it's still beating. If not,
Jump, I guess I’ll have to find a place to bury you first when I get there. You’re hungry, here, let’s have something to eat.”
Xia Yuan, who had just woken up, was indeed hungry, but he was still a little surprised when he heard that he had slept for a whole day. As he ate the batter, he held the Type 38 rifle in his arms and thought seriously about why he slept for a whole day.
Is it a sequelae of time travel, or is he acclimated to a different world? Or maybe he trained too hard during training in Shandong.
Forget it, don’t think about it anymore.
After finishing the batter, I ate the roasted potatoes with their skins on. My stomach felt a little better, and I felt the air was a little cold.
Only then did he realize that Yu Congrong had just said that they were almost arriving at the Yalu River!!
Xia Yuan glanced at the soldiers in the carriage. Only some of the soldiers were wearing thick cotton clothes, while other soldiers were still wearing the cold-weather clothes from Zhejiang.
He frowned, and immediately thought of something. The number of cotton-padded clothes at Ji'an Station was not enough. The whole stuffy tank military train was transporting part of the Ninth Corps, nearly ten thousand people. No matter how many cotton-padded clothes there were at Ji'an Station, it would still be insufficient.
Unable to meet the needs of the entire seventh interleaved company, they are assigned to other companies. There will always be some people in each company who cannot wear cotton clothes.
"There is still a chance that the really cold area is around Changjin Lake. When the Battle of Changjin Lake broke out, we encountered a rare low-temperature weather that had not been seen in fifty years, and there was a blizzard. The temperature in other areas of North Korea was acceptable.
Just make sure to find more warm clothes before arriving at Changjin Lake!"
At this time, the brain from the future world came into play again.
The most difficult aspect of the Changjin Lake Battle was the weather, especially in the Changjin Lake area, with its high altitude, the lowest temperature could be as low as minus 40 degrees Celsius, and even the barrel of the gun could freeze and deform. The harsh weather coupled with the incompatibility of the weapons and equipment,
This was also the reason why the volunteers in the Changjin Lake Battle did not exert their full strength, which led to the US Marine Corps' First Division successfully breaking out of the encirclement.
He can't find a great man and say that he is a time traveler, right?
"The Battle of Changjin Lake started from the end of November to December, and it's only early November now. There are still ten or twenty days left. During this period, we will probably have to fight guerrillas with the US military. Commander Song and Boss Peng are probably going to
When planning the battle of Changjin Lake, the weather in Changjin Lake is biased towards the US military."
Xia Yuan tightened his clothes and kept thinking about useful information. Years of practicing martial arts did not make him feel unusually cold.
He didn't know much about the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, but he had seen the movie Changjin Lake and understood the pioneering work of the 7th Intermediate Company in the Battle of Changjin Lake. This was his wealth.
"Yalu River, Yalu River has arrived."
At this time, there was a noise in the carriage, and a winding, wide river appeared through the half-opened door.
The cold wind blew in, and the soldiers stood at the door, with their hands in their sleeves, their feet on their feet and their heads open to look.
Yu Congrong was closest to the door and shouted: "Don't crowd, don't crowd, don't crowd, everyone has a share."
Withdrawing his gaze, Xia Yuan scanned the carriage. The small carriage had twenty radio stations and several translators.
"Brother Yuan, this is Zhang Xiaoshan. He got on the train at the station. You slept all the way and the company commander didn't call you. I saw the people who were killed by the bomb at the station." Wu Wanli lay on the bedside and said
He said with fear on his face, and then turned to Zhang Xiaoshan beside him: "This is Xia Yuan. The company commander asked me to ask him to call him Brother Yuan. He knows martial arts and can't even beat my brother."
Zhang Xiaoshan is very young, with a childish look on his face: "Hello, Brother Yuan."
"Don't call me Brother Yuan, just call me Comrade Xia."
When Xia Yuan got off the car, he thought of something crucial, "Your brother didn't kill him. People who often fight on the battlefield are really going to fight. I'm afraid I won't be your brother's opponent."
In the movie, after the train passes the Yalu River Bridge, the railway ahead is damaged by the enemy and is being repaired. At this time, US military planes will come to blow up the bridge.
There are a lot of supplies in the car, and I have to do something.
Xia Yuan knew that he could not change the overall situation, but he could still do some small things.