Xia Yuan pursed his lips and listened to the voice calling his comrades in his ear, but said nothing.
Wu Qianli nodded: "Xia Yuan did come up with this matter. This kid has a clever mind. I regret putting him in the fire platoon now."
"Company commander, you can't keep your word. Xia Yuan is already a member of my platoon."
When Yu Congrong heard this, he almost gave up. He had tried this guy's skills before, and he was very strong. At least three or four old soldiers couldn't get close to him, so he couldn't bear to throw them away.
No, absolutely not.
"Okay, don't cry and look sad. I'm teasing you. You look like a bear. Check your equipment quickly."
Wu Qianli slapped the boy and was called away by Mei Sheng.
"Qianli, the teacher is calling you."
"good."
Before leaving, Wu Qianli patted Xia Yuan on the shoulder and said solemnly: "Good job."
The others were sitting there and resting. They had just rescued supplies and were really tired. Fortunately, they were able to move a lot of supplies.
Lei Suisheng came over and sat next to Xia Yuan, exhaling, and was caught off guard: "I didn't expect you to be the one who did it. Yes, it's a good thing that we brought the supplies down in advance, otherwise all the supplies would be destroyed when this iron bird came over.
Already."
"The U.S. military has absolute air supremacy. This bridge is very conspicuous. If they see it, they will definitely find a way to blow it up. I just thought more about it, and thanks to the company commander, he believed what I said."
Xia Yuan also looked at the supplies that were moved out with some luck. He had saved so much supplies and could protect the lives of many soldiers.
Then, he began to worry again. These supplies were saved, but how to transport them became a big problem. After all, there were fewer people and more supplies. Although the food bars were light, they could not withstand the large number, so they were piled up in bundles.
Not to mention weapons and ammunition, these are all valuable.
In this era, bullet casings from wars must be turned in. They cannot leave weapons and ammunition here.
We have just crossed the Yalu River here and are still a long way from the Korean battlefield.
After a while, a young soldier ran to the rest area of the Seventh Company and shouted: "Who is Xia Yuan!"
Xia Yuan stood up and said, "I am."
The little soldier said: "The teacher wants to see you."
"yes!"
Xia Yuan stood up and disappeared under the gaze of the Seventh Company soldiers.
Yu Congrong looked at Pinghe and Lei Suisheng sitting aside with a questioning look on his face, "What do you think the teacher is doing with Xia Yuan?"
Pinghe said in a very casual tone, "What else can we do? Xia Yuan has an insight that the enemy will blow up the bridge and asked us to unload the supplies in advance. If it weren't for Xia Yuan, this wave of bombing supplies would be gone, and people might die."
Lei Suisheng sat on the ground, played with his pipe, put it to his mouth and blew on it, saying: "I heard from the company commander that Xia Yuan returned from North Korea and he is very familiar with the situation here. He just joined the company.
He went to the company commander to tell him about the weather problem here, but unfortunately the station didn’t have enough cotton-padded clothes. Unexpectedly, he was right again this time.”
Wu Wanli looked confused, and Zhang Xiaoshan looked surprised.
Pinghe looked into the distance calmly, "His vision is very unique. This crisis is all thanks to him."
Not long after, Wu Qianli, Mei Sheng, and Xia Yuan came from a distance, and the three of them were talking and laughing.
Yu Congrong stood up and shouted quickly: "They are back."
Everyone gathered around, and Pinghe asked Xia Yuan: "Xia Yuan, what did the teacher want to do with you?"
Xia Yuan carried the gun and smiled: "Nothing, the division commander just wanted to see who discovered this problem first, so he didn't say anything."
Lei Suisheng held a cigarette butt and said with a smile: "If it weren't for you, this truck of supplies would probably have been destroyed by those naughty Americans."
With a faint smile on his face, Xia Yuan saved a trainload of supplies, making his trip worthwhile.
Wu Qianli patted Xia Yuan on the shoulder and said nothing. He had said enough just now. He glanced at the resting soldiers of the Seventh Company and shouted: "Assemble the Seventh Company!"
No. 156 people gathered very quickly. Xia Yuan belonged to the fire platoon. There were more than 30 people. The weapons and equipment they were equipped with were Sten submachine guns. This kind of submachine gun was very suitable for the soldiers of the fire platoon and had a fast rate of fire.
Large ammunition capacity.
"Bring seven days' worth of food and enough ammunition, and get ready to go!"
"yes!"
The seventh interleaved company performs a special mission of escorting radio stations, which is different from the missions of other companies, so they are destined to be separated.
Now that the railway has been destroyed and the train has been bombed, the 7th Crossing Company still has a mission to do. It cannot delay for too long. The front line needs a radio.
"Xia Yuan, this is your food, tie it up on your body."
Yu Congrong was breathing heavily, and white mist was rising. When we got here, the temperature was getting lower and lower. Many soldiers were still wearing cold-weather clothes from Zhejiang, which could not withstand the weather in North Korea.
The food strips contained white flour and potatoes and were tied to his shoulders. Xia Yuan sat on the ground again, found some hay and twisted it into a simple rope.
"What are you doing?"
Lei Suisheng walked up to Xia Yuan, holding a bullet bag full of bullets in his hand, and asked curiously.
"It's too cold here, so tie up your ankles with straw ropes to prevent the cold air from getting in."
Xia Yuan sat down on the ground, tied the straw rope tightly to his legs, exhaled slightly, and rubbed his hands.
He didn't complain about not being able to get cotton-padded clothes. Not to mention the Seventh Company, even the entire Ninth Corps, half of the people didn't get cotton-padded clothes. Some companies even only had a dozen or so, and they all wore them in rotation.
The logistics support for the Ninth Corps' entry into North Korea was quite hasty. Originally, the logistics department of the Northeast Army Division prepared northern cotton-padded uniforms for the Ninth Corps at the rest area in Shenyang. However, due to time constraints, the Ninth Corps temporarily changed its itinerary, and the soldiers did not receive the equipment.
After receiving the provisions prepared in advance, they had no choice but to enter North Korea wearing the thin winter clothes issued by the Jiangnan region. Most of them did not even have cotton shoes or hats, and they were still wearing People's Liberation Army shoes and entered North Korea in a hurry.
Post-war statistics show that the entire Korean battlefield alone lost 50,000 to 60,000 soldiers due to weather conditions. The vast majority of soldiers suffered only less fatal gunfire, but froze to death while recuperating.
Xia Yuan is determined to change all this, but the wheel of history will not change because of his pebble. There are still many people in the Seventh Company wearing People's Liberation Army shoes, and they hurried into the court. All he can do is
Change what happens in the movie, and just try to change it.
Lei Suisheng handed the bullet bag to Xia Yuan: "We are on a mission. We may encounter enemies. Don't show off. No matter how good your martial arts are, they can knock you down with one shot. Only by protecting yourself can you have a chance to fight back."
"knew."
Xia Yuan tied the bullet bag to his body, knitted a few straw ropes and handed them to Lei Suisheng.
Lei Gong's clothes were the same as his own. They were warm-weather clothes from the Zhejiang area. The cotton clothes handed out at the station were distributed to some of the younger soldiers in the company.
"Remember to pick up the finished bullet casings and put them in your pocket." Lei Suisheng did not forget to explain.
Xia Yuan nodded. Lei Suisheng came from the Anti-Japanese War. At that time, he was very poor and each soldier was only given three or four rounds of bullets. When the battle started, he had to wait until the enemy was twenty or thirty meters away before shooting.
The finished bullet casings must be collected and taken back.
"Xia Yuan, take out the cotton from your clothes and stuff them into your trouser legs. It will keep you warm."
Wu Qianli took the clothes that several soldiers had changed into, and a lot of cotton had been removed from them. Xia Yuan then discovered that the clothes of many soldiers in the company were bulging, and some soldiers had weeds leaking out of their clothes.
came out.
"good."
Xia Yuan unpacked some cotton and stuffed it into his trouser legs and shoes, and found some hay and stuffed it into the upper layer of clothes. Feeling warmer, he tore the remaining clothes into strips and tied them on his hands to use as gloves.
Many soldiers in the company did this. Forty or fifty pieces of clothing were quickly dismantled by them, and every soldier gained weight.
"Don't stuff too much, it will affect your movements." Wu Qianli grabbed straw and stuffed his clothes, and reminded him.
In the early days of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, soldiers basically used this method to keep out the cold, stuffing some straw, cotton, etc. into the layers of their clothes.
Wu Wanli was wearing a thick cotton coat and looked at the soldiers around him with some unbearable sadness.
Xia Yuan smiled: "Just wear what you are told to wear. You are still young. If you are frozen, no one will lift you up."
Wu Wanli remained silent and stared at Xia Yuan's bullet bag.
"Go ask Father Lei if you want to go."
Xia Yuan just counted the bullets in the bullet bag. Thirty-five rounds of bullets are not many, but they are enough. Thirty-five rounds of bullets will kill thirty-five American devils. By then, new weapons and equipment can be seized.
, it would be best to get a few more military coats.
The straw in the clothes scratched my neck, which was a bit scratchy.