After breakfast, the soldiers returned to intense training. The latest missions had not yet been assigned. The 180th Division of the 60th Army basically stayed at the station for daily training. There were gradually more and more soldiers on the cold playground.
"Second battalion, three companies and three platoons gather!"
"gather!"
"????......"
The whistle sounded on the playground.
This is the training ground for the 538th Regiment of the 180th Division. Soldiers from the 538th Regiment can be seen gathering everywhere, and they are training in an orderly manner.
As soon as Xia Yuan and his group arrived, they heard heartbreaking cries from the side of the playground, which attracted the attention of many soldiers on the playground. The soldiers looked up and saw a man beside the playground.
Holding a piece of crumpled paper, it was Wang Huzi, a gunner from the Machine Gun Company of the 1st Battalion of the 538th Regiment, a soldier from the Northeast.
Wang Huzi fell to his knees on the ground, crying loudly and his body was shaking. They had never seen a man from the Northeast cry so heartbreakingly.
Everyone ran over. When Wang Huzi saw someone coming, he quickly stood up and wiped the tears from his face. He grabbed the letter in his hand and said, "The American devils with special codes are bullying people. My old mother is washing clothes by the river. I can't do anything."
Whoever offends whom, the damn American planes will blow up on people when they arrive. My old mother’s legs and feet can’t run as fast as that plane, so people will be blown up by the American cannonballs and die!”
He held back the tears in his eyes. Thinking of the tragic death of his old mother under the shells of the American devils, Wang Huzi's heart was as sharp as a knife. He choked and said: "My mother took me to flee to Anton, and all I have left is
I have lost this relative, I..."
Speaking of the sad part, Wang Huzi couldn't help crying anymore. He clenched his fists hard and cried while cursing: "I'm an American devil who has eight generations of ancestors. Why do they come to China to drop bombs? They
Why..."
There were so many people surrounding Wang Huzi, almost attracting the entire commanders and soldiers of the 538th Regiment. No one could be persuaded, and they all clenched their fists tightly, with anger in their eyes, and their hearts were full of hatred for the American devils.
Full of hate.
Perhaps Wang Huzi was tired of crying, so he took the handkerchief handed over by the comrade next to him and wiped the tears on his face. He took a deep breath and said: "Comrades are laughing at us. Soldiers bleed but don't shed tears. Damn the American devils. We
See you in North Korea!"
A soldier from the machine gun company shouted: "Wang Beard, don't worry, we will avenge your mother when we get to North Korea!"
"Yes, revenge!"
The soldiers shouted in unison.
Although the order to go to Korea to fight has not been issued, at the end of the morning exercise, all classes basically held a short meeting to inform the soldiers of the order to fight in Korea. The soldiers' fighting will was unprecedented. Today I saw Wang Bearded again.
Crying so sadly, everyone was squeezing anger in their hearts, clenching their fists, and wanted to go to the battlefield to avenge Wang Huzi's mother!
A tall and thin leader walked into the crowd, his warm hand fell on Wang Huzi's shoulder, and he stood in front of everyone.
"Hello, Chief!"
The soldiers of the 538th Regiment saluted and said hello together.
Wang Huzi turned around and saw that it was the commander of their 180th Division, Commander Zheng.
It was also the first time for Xia Yuan to meet the commander of the 180th Division. He was very tall, about 1.8 meters tall, but his figure looked a little thin. He was wearing a thick military uniform and looked just like a soldier.
Commander Zheng looked at everyone with a stern face and said: "The Anton local government organization has notified us about the bombing death of Comrade Lao Wang's mother. Comrades, this is why we are sending troops to North Korea. We stay in our own
All the countries in the world have been bombed by American planes. If we don’t send troops, the American soldiers with special codes will come to destroy our lives today! By then, it will not only be Anton that will be bombed, but even every city in our country will be bombed by American soldiers.
Plane bombing, how many mothers and children will be killed by American planes?"
"We are soldiers, we must protect our mothers, our children, and our people!"
“Comrade Lao Wang’s account needs to be settled, the accounts of the Andong people have to be settled, and the accounts of the North Korean people who were bombed also have to be settled!”
"For so many years, you have followed me in my wars in the north and south. Now, do you dare to go back to Korea to fight the Americans?"
The soldiers clenched their fists hard, stretched their necks and shouted: "Dare!"
The playground was roaring!
Even Xia Yuan's inner emotions were aroused, with a firm gaze in his eyes.
"Good! Have ambition and backbone! Our brother troops in front have set an example for us, and we cannot lag behind. When we get to the Korean battlefield, hold your guns steady for me and straighten your backs. The American devils want to
If you want to invade our New China, you must first step over our corpses!"
"Otherwise! Even if I still have one breath, I still have to repel the American devils!"
Commander Zheng's speech made the soldiers clenched their fists tightly, and their eyes were not only flashing with hatred, but also flashing with fighting spirit. They had followed Commander Zheng to fight the Japanese and the White Army, travel south and north, and fight in the north and south.
A group of wolf soldiers, even if the American tanks come, can bite off a piece of iron with their teeth.
This time when Commander Zheng came to the 538th Regiment, it was obvious that there was not much time left before the team set off. After Commander Zheng left, the soldiers gathered together again for a small meeting.
Wang Xiaoliang told the comrades in the platoon: "I heard that the American devils can fight better than the little devils, and their firepower is so damn fierce. I, a Sichuan fellow who came back from the front after being injured, told me that the American devils' cannons are like rain.
It’s the same as when I was there, it’s useless to hide wherever you go.”
Sun Changgui, a soldier in a platoon and a squad, took off the medium-sized rifle in his hand, flicked the barrel, and said: "Comrade Xiao Wang, no matter how hard he can fight, he is still a human being. As long as he is holding a gun and fighting with us,
Even if you hit him, he was still knocked down with one shot. Unless he is a god and the bullet cannot penetrate him, then there is nothing we can do."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Everyone nodded in agreement.
Wang Xiaoliang seemed a little afraid of the Americans, saying: "The Americans are not gods, but they have planes, cannons, and tanks."
At this time, a warm hand was placed on Wang Xiaoliang's shoulder. Wang Xiaoliang looked back and saw that it was their platoon leader.
Xia Yuan stood in front of everyone and said to Wang Xiaoliang, and also to everyone: "There are planes, cannons, and tanks. There is nothing to be afraid of. When the brother troops entered the court, they were wearing single clothes and single shoes, and they were eating and sleeping."
The hard-frozen potatoes fought with the American devil. Besides, during the Long March, the Red Army wore straw sandals to climb the snow-capped mountains. When crossing the grassland, they ate grass and boiled their belts. Did they say it was bitter? None. Our conditions are better now, at least.
If you have white flour steamed buns to eat, your life will be better, and the country will be unified, then there will be nothing to fear."
Wang Xiaoliang showed a trace of shame on his face.
Xia Yuan patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's normal to be afraid. Whoever fights is not afraid, but you have to think about the motherland and people behind you, and then think about the comrades around you, and you won't be afraid. Besides,
, you are afraid, the enemy is afraid, he is also afraid, so we must not be afraid in order to destroy the enemy!"
Wang Xiaoliang nodded shamefully: "Platoon leader, I understand."
Xia Yuan smiled: "It doesn't matter. Let's continue training. When we get to North Korea, we will fight the American devils with real swords and guns!"
The order to set off the team was quickly issued. Their superiors asked the 180th Division to go to Cangzhou, Beihe, in early February to prepare to replace combat weapons and equipment and enter North Korea to fight.
In mid-February, they took a train to Cangzhou, Beihe. Here they changed into cotton clothes, trousers and shoes, and continued training without any sense of urgency before the war. Their superiors only ordered them to go to Cangzhou, Beihe.
, but did not inform them of the time to leave for North Korea, so they could only continue to stay in North Korea.
After staying in Beihe Cangzhou for at least half a month, apart from daily training, Xia Yuan basically had no other tasks. Xia Yuan gradually became familiar with the soldiers in the company. On weekdays, what the soldiers talked about most was when to change weapons.
equipment, and continued to leave for North Korea, because during this period of time, some heroic deeds continued to be heard from North Korea, which brought the domestic sentiment to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea to a peak.
Wang Xiaoliang was no longer afraid, and kept shouting all day long that he would go to the battlefield to fight the foreign devils.
The training ended at noon, and the soldiers of the first company pestered Xia Yuan to tell him the story of the Three Kingdoms. Xia Yuan was dragged by Ma Shunyao and asked: "The training is over. If you tell more, we may leave at some time."
By then, I won’t be able to hear it even if I want to.”
Looking at the soldiers surrounding them, they were so crowded that they saw the leaders of the 538th Regiment, 539th Regiment and 540th Regiment from a distance.
After staying in Cangzhou, Beihe for such a long time, Xia Yuan's soldiers had almost no entertainment life, so he thought about developing some special entertainment. After thinking about it, he decided to tell them the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Unexpectedly, this story would suddenly change the whole story.
The soldiers of the 538th Regiment were all attracted.
That's not even a big deal. His talk about the Three Kingdoms was even published in the division's Soldiers' Life Newspaper, which instantly became popular throughout the division. As a result, after every afternoon training, the entire regiment came to listen, even
Soldiers from other regiments came to the headquarters of the 538th regiment in small groups to listen to Xia Yuan's story about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Even his superiors had the idea of letting him work in the art troupe, but Xia Yuan refused.
Even so, the direction of development of the matter seriously exceeded Xia Yuan's expectation. As soon as he started speaking, not to mention the soldiers from the 538th Regiment, even the soldiers from other regiments would come to listen. After more than half a month of development, this
It has become a program for the 180th Division after training.
Thinking about it, in fact, in this era, the life of soldiers can be described as monotonous. There are no mobile phones, no computers, no music, and almost no spare time. If there is, then they are looking forward to the comrades from the art troupe to play the violin and dance.
Dancing, singing. As for talking about the Four Great Classics, Xia Yuan was really the first of his kind in the 180th Division.
Xia Yuan, who was being held up, asked helplessly: "Where have we talked?"
The soldiers said in unison: "Wang Situ cleverly used a series of tricks."
"Oh, right, right."
Walking to a stool in the middle of the playground, Xia Yuan stepped on it, coughed lightly, and looked at the dark crowd, he said: "Wang Situ cleverly used a series of tricks. It is said that Lu Bu was defeated by Liu Guan and Zhang and returned. There will be no one for a while."
Dong Zhuo was so frightened that he discussed with his advisers and decided to move the capital to Chang'an. So he set fire to Luoyang, robbed the rich of gold, silver and jewelry, loaded thousands of carts with them, hijacked the emperor and his concubines, and headed for Chang'an.
....."
After telling two chapters in a row, he gave up. During the break, Lao Yang leaned next to Xia Yuan and asked about the follow-up plot. Xia Yuan said: "No spoilers, please listen to the next chapter."
Lao Yang punched Xia Yuan and said, "You're still keeping it secret from me."
Xia Yuan laughed.
Second squad leader Niu Fengyang ran in from outside, "Platoon leader, the weapons and equipment are here. They are in the munitions department compound. Many people have gone to see them. You two should go and have a look too."
"Have the weapons and equipment arrived?" Lao Yang didn't know yet, so he looked at Xia Yuan and said, "Come on, let's go take a look."
There were various brand-new green wooden boxes placed in the courtyard of the Munitions Department. The door was pushed open, and the bustling soldiers poured in. Everyone wanted to see the new weapons and equipment issued.
Xia Yuan and Lao Yang followed closely.
Captain Lei stood with the second and third company commanders. Captain Lei shouted at the top of his lungs: "The weapons and equipment here are just one of them. Just take a look. In two days, go to your company to get the weapons and equipment."
Equipment, please don’t try it with the bullets in your hands first, it’s very possible that the caliber is wrong.”
Machine gunner Liu Tiezhu opened a green wooden box at random, pulled squad leader Tan Zhanbiao beside him and asked: "Squad leader, look at these submachine guns, what kind of submachine guns are they? They look really weird. I have never seen them before."
Inside the green wooden box were two brand new Soviet-made PPS drum-type submachine guns. The guns were smeared with gun oil and glowed brightly in the sunlight.
Tan Zhanbiao picked one up casually, compared it with the American-made Thompson submachine gun captured from the national army behind him, and said: "It's about the same weight as mine, but it should be heavier when loaded with bullets. This magazine is a bit interesting.
Ha, it looks like an iron pancake, I haven’t seen it either.”
He put down his gun, fiddled with the gun in his hand, and wondered: "How to use this discus magazine?"
The American-made Thompson submachine gun in his hand is a magazine-fed submachine gun, while the PPS full-magazine drum submachine gun is very different.
At this time, Xia Yuan and Lao Yang came over and saw the PPS drum-type submachine gun in Tan Zhanbiao's hand. He stepped forward and patted Tan Zhanbiao on the shoulder. When he looked back, he saw Xia Yuan and stood at attention and said: "Platoon leader
.”
Xia Yuan glanced at the gun in his hand and said, "This kind of magazine can hold more bullets than you can now."
The pps drum-type submachine gun is actually the Bobosha. Later, our army began to imitate this submachine gun, which was the Fifty Charge that was heavily equipped by soldiers during the Shangganling period. The pps drum-type submachine gun was said to be aided by the Soviet Union, but in fact it was all
Our country purchased loans from the Soviet Union, including Katyusha, anti-tank grenades, Soviet-made bazookas, etc. This kind of gun was used several times by Xia Yuan when he was in Shangganling, but our own imitation of the 50-pound gun had too many problems.
If it is too much, it will easily jam. Xia Yuan still likes the US military's Garand semi-automatic rifle.