First of all, there is the issue of uniform clothing... The guerrillas' outfits can be said to be varied, and they all wear everything... Some are white, some are black, some are round, and some are headscarves in circles.
Circle on the head...
This is not to say that I am too traditional, but the army does not have that kind of energy when trained like this, nor does it have the feeling of uniformity between comrades and comrades.
But this doesn't seem to be difficult to solve... It's definitely not possible to use our military uniforms. Let's not talk about the fact that we didn't bring any extra military uniforms. We tried our best to make the Soviets not know the existence of our team. How could it be
Wouldn't they go to the battlefield in the uniform of the [fucking] team? Wouldn't that give the evidence to the Soviets?
The solution is Major Rana... Because this problem was raised when the US military was training guerrillas, so since then Smith asked Pakistan to provide them with a batch of uniform clothing for training, but Pakistan
I have never paid much attention to Smith, so the costume has not been prepared.
In fact, a batch of clothing has been collected... It is just that kind of ordinary camouflage uniform... Pakistan also does not want the Soviet Union to misunderstand that they have sent troops to Afghanistan, so the clothing they prepared is a very commonly used camouflage uniform, but because the number is not large,
Rana has not been distributed.
Now as soon as I asked... Rana didn't say anything, she immediately distributed all the camouflage uniforms on her hand to us. There was still a hundred sets left and I was able to make them overnight.
Smith was furious and he ran angrily to question Major Rana: "What do you mean? Why are the clothing we requested earlier given priority to the Chinese base?"
"Col. Smith!" Lanar replied: "The reason is very simple, just because they are Chinese!"
"You..." Smith was so angry that he was in Pakistan, but he had no choice but to do anything about Major Narana.
When I knew this, I didn’t know what to think... Even in modern times, even in China, there are many people called "cents"... that is, "will be against each other whenever China is in the future, and be praised by every beauty."
But at least here... in Pakistan, they support China unconditionally.
As the saying goes, people rely on clothes, and when the clothes are unified, they will immediately become a little different, and guerrillas will naturally feel a little more energetic.
Then the training started to be pedaled, and a new problem arose... Hassan agreed, but it did not mean that his soldiers also agreed.
They started practicing according to what we taught because of Gu Yuhasan's order or the face of us Chinese friends, but only practiced this for one day, and some people were unhappy after two days. The most serious one was one of them.
The man named Vadud...
He shouted at Hassan: "Hassan... We are here for training to fight with the Soviets, not line up to compete with whom it looks better. Is it useful to line up to walk? Can we defeat the Soviet army? Can we regain our tribe?
Still lined up like this to walk towards their machine guns!”
"He is my uncle!" Hassan whispered to me.
So I understood... What connects Hassan's troops together may be family, friendship or just taking back their own tribe.
"You have to punish him!" I said.
"I can't!" Hassan replied in embarrassment: "He is my elder!"
"He is not your elder here!" I said, "He is your soldier... Your subordinates cannot question your orders. They must obey your orders, otherwise how can you control these soldiers under your command?"
Hassan didn't say anything, just stared at me in a daze.
"This is the purpose of training!" I continued: "On the battlefield... any soldier does not obey your order and makes his own decisions, it may kill the entire army. If you don't want you to die on the battlefield,
Choose to punish your uncle!”
Hassan nodded silently and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Vadud...a hundred push-ups!"
Of course, this punishment method is what I told Hassan, which can achieve the purpose of punishment and strengthen physical fitness. Why not do it!
"What?" Vadud shouted: "Hasan! Don't listen to the Chinese, what will they do? That's how they line up? We are soldiers, we fought with the Soviets on the battlefield, and they didn't... They said
Maybe it's worse than us! Why should we listen to them..."
When Saheed translated Vadud's words to me, I couldn't help but smile... I haven't seen us fighting, I have been practicing steadily these two days. Who knows if these Chinese people only have some airs?
And this is probably not just Vadud's idea. It should be said that these Afghans have more or less a bit of this mentality. They just treat us as friends and are here to help them, so they have never said it.
"Sorry, Chinese friend!" Vadud said to me: "I don't mean to offend you, but we also want to know if we are wasting time!"
"So it!" I asked Vadud, "What are you good at?"
"Gun!" Vadud raised the ak47 in his hand: "I am a famous sharpshooter in our tribe!"
"Okay!" I nodded and said, "You can choose any person in my army, compare your marksmanship... or anything else! As long as you win, I will admit to the decision to punish you
It's wrong!"
"Pick anybody?" Vadud was wondering if he had heard it wrong: "Who did you mean to choose me?"
"That's right!"
Looking at the confidence and calmness on my face, Vadud hesitated, but he still didn't believe that any of us could win him, so he pointed at someone skeptical...
The soldiers laughed with a coaxing sound. When I saw that he chose Liang Lianbing...
"Damn it!" Liang Lianbing stood up and said angrily: "I don't look like I can't shoot, but why? No one will choose me!"
The soldiers were once again amused by Liang Lianbing's words.
"I advise you to re-select!" I said to Vadud, "Because he is also our sharpshooter!"
"I know!" Vadud replied: "I know the gun he has. It is a gun used by Soviet snipers. I don't want to take advantage of you!"
"Um!" I was stunned when I heard this, and thought to myself that Vadud was still loyal... But when I thought, it seemed a little wrong. The sniper was used to playing SVD, but Vadud was holding ak47. We always
It is impossible to use SVD to compete with AK47's marksmanship!
From this aspect, Vadud is still a little thoughtful...
But this time he made the wrong plan... The snipers in our army cooperated with each other, that is, one person took a sniper rifle and the other person took an assault rifle, and the roles could be exchanged...
In order to use the opponent's weapon once the sniper is injured or the observer is injured, so this assault rifle is also practiced.
So there is no need to say much about the result, Vadud quickly lost in dejection and willingly accepted the punishment.
"Everyone in your army has such a shooting technique?" Hassan asked me as he looked at the bullet holes in the bullseye.
"It's almost the same!" I said, "Of course, besides artillery!"
Hassan couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise: "I can't believe it! You have such strength... you don't have to worry about the invasion of the Soviet Union!"
I couldn't help but smile bitterly... If every Chinese army is the same as us, then maybe there is no need to worry. (To be continued.)