Why should you join the party? Because joining the party is a shortcut to promotion.
No matter how good a big-headed soldier is, and he has received many awards for his meritorious service, he can only be a king of soldiers. If you want to achieve greater military exploits, you must lead troops, and if you want to lead troops, how can you not join the party?
Now that he has arrived in North Korea, Zhou Qingfeng cannot accept his fate. No matter how good a soldier is, he is destined to be cannon fodder. If he wants to live well, he must work hard to climb up.
Uncle Zhou has been a regiment commander, and he usually signs personnel appointment letters ranging from one thousand to eight hundred. He knows that the most important thing in promoting his subordinates is not talent, but whether the person has the same heart as me. If this is not the same heart, wouldn't it be
The greater your ability, the more you will cheat yourself?
Joining the party means expressing your stance to your superiors - I am of the same mind as the organization.
However, it is really difficult to join the Rabbit family as a party member. Especially in this war era, the status of party members is very valuable. For example: everyone has heard of the term "Fireline Party Membership", which basically means that people who want to join the party immediately
A reward for being a martyr must be exchanged for one's life.
Zhou Qingfeng's few clever suggestions helped the people in the car transport group realize the role of air defense and camouflage in advance, but his credit cannot be exchanged for his status as a party member.
Party members are not so easy to take advantage of. Although the political commissar of the company came to praise Zhou Qingfeng in person, he only gave him the status of a 'party activist' and not even a probationary party member. Want to join the party? It depends on your subsequent performance.
Numb, everyone else is cheating, I’m cheating myself!
The weather is extremely cold. It is said to be the coldest winter in North Korea in recent decades. The temperature at the end of October was already close to zero. Although Zhou Qingfeng has experienced nuclear winters that were frozen for thousands of miles, he has never gone hiking in the wild during nuclear winters!
You must know that even when Uncle Zhou went on an expedition to Baltimore in the wasteland, he took a transport plane with vehicles and sufficient logistical support. But now the Volunteer Army has a problem, and the army's march relies entirely on the legs of the infantry.
March, march, keep marching! The weather was cold, the roads were bad, and the food was poor, but the troops never stopped moving forward.
During the mindless march, the political commissar of the company suddenly stood on the side of the road and shouted: "Comrades, we have discovered the enemy at 'Wenjing', and we are now only more than 80 miles away. Work harder!
The Party Central Committee and Chairman Mao are watching us, and we must fight and win the battle!"
Damn..., after this shouting, the whole company's morale went through the roof. Everyone moved forward as if they were pumped, and moved forward, and continued to move forward, as if they would never get tired.
The whole company was marching in a hurry, and Zhou Qingfeng had to keep moving along with him. But in his heart he was howling: March, march, march. It hasn't stopped since entering the court on the 19th. I can't stand it even if my body is twice that of an ordinary person.
, why can you walk better than me?
What Zhou Qingfeng could see was a group of about a hundred people in front of him. They were all wearing khaki cotton-padded clothes, cotton hats with earmuffs, and a pair of rubber shoes.
Not only were these military uniforms shabby, many people's clothes were still very shabby. For example, some people's shoes had holes in them and they were still walking around. All the soldiers had iron feet, and Zhou Qingfeng kept feeling that he
He can endure hardships quite well, but compared to them, he is just a spoiled young master.
Damn it, I can't stand it, I want to stop. I want to kill the enemy, I would rather fight right away than leave.
Zhou Qingfeng touched his kettle. It was originally filled with boiling water, but now it was already cold and freezing. But he didn't care whether it was cold or not. He unscrewed the lid of the kettle and poured it into his mouth. After only two sips, fuck...
, even the water is gone.
What a fucking fight!
"Here, drink from me." The big man carrying the machine gun kept walking side by side with Zhou Qingfeng. This guy carried more weight than Zhou Qingfeng, but he always maintained strong morale. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng drink up all the water, he immediately drank it
Pass me your kettle.
"Forget it, I'll bear with it." Zhou Qingfeng doesn't want to be taken care of by others. The commander of the army has the self-esteem of the commander of the army. He is a super soldier after all and cannot be compared to others casually.
At this moment, Uncle Zhou was filled with anger - Big Fatty Jin, you are a bad guy who doesn't have much ability in fighting, but you are very capable of cheating. Why should you hit the South Stick when you are full? You will provoke the Eagle by hitting the South Stick.
Jiang, you want us to clean up the mess for you.
And the Soviet steel comrades are not good either. They tacitly allowed Big Fatty Jin to take action, but now they hide away and don't help when something goes wrong. As a result, the flower growers have no choice but to risk their lives. If you say it's okay to risk your life, you can at least give it.
Get some weapons and equipment. Even if they are outdated from the Second World War!
Take a look at what the volunteers used when they first entered the dynasty. Japanese weapons. Have you ever heard that the main force of a country's army is armed by captured weapons? Flower growers are like this.
There are only a few artillery pieces in an army, and they are all Japanese or American artillery pieces with complicated calibers. A small 60-meter mortar is a treasure of heavy firepower, but it only has a few shells.
As if he could tell that Zhou Qingfeng was deeply resentful, the big machine-gun guy bumped his arm with his own water bottle and grinned: "Drink, there's still a long way to go."
Yes, there is still a long way to go.
Zhou Qingfeng, who had a parched mouth, finally couldn't help it, so he took the kettle and took a big sip. The cold water poured into his throat, and his burning throat finally felt better. And he was not willing to take advantage of others, "Give me your machine gun."
I, I will carry it for you for a while."
"Hey..., don't, don't, don't."
"Don't worry, I can't break your precious machine gun. Isn't it just a crooked handle? This gun is very broken. I will get you an American M2HB later. That thing is more powerful."
The big machine gun couldn't be twisted, so he gave the "crooked handle" to Zhou Qingfeng. But when Zhou Qingfeng said that his gun was bad, he was not happy, "This gun is very good. I think back then we were a company or even a battalion."
There is no such thing.
When the Japanese soldiers saw something was wrong with the war situation, they would rather destroy it than let us capture it. This machine gun of mine was not easy to come by. It took several soldiers to die to get it. It is very rare."
Damn it, little Japan’s infantry equipment doesn’t have many good ones, but there are quite a few that can deceive people.
But Zhou Qingfeng couldn't express his complaints. He only felt that his nose was inexplicably sore. Such a low-grade machine gun was still a hard-won treasure in the volunteer army. How did we fight this battle? Why?
Can you push back the arrogant Americans?
I want to fight, I want to seize, I don’t want these broken weapons, I want beautiful weapons. I would rather fight head-on than run around like this anymore.
The cold wind kept blowing in the face, and the physical strength of the soldiers declined quickly due to the high-intensity rapid march, but everyone gritted their teeth and persisted. Some people began to stagger as they walked, but they still did not stop moving forward.
"Bring your gun, I'll carry it for you."
"Stop talking nonsense. Come on, let me help you."
"Work harder, have you reached that damn place in Wenjing? I can't wait to kill the enemy!"
Zhou Qingfeng soon had four or five rifles on his body, and he dragged a soldier who could hardly walk forward with him. He gritted his teeth and persisted, persisting and persisting in the cold mountains of North Korea.
When the dozens of miles of mountain road came to an end, the whole company burst into cheers. Only then did Zhou Qingfeng realize that everyone was extremely tired, but also eager to fight, because only fighting could provide rest.
When Zhou Qingfeng, who was so tired that he was sweating coldly, entered the ambush position, his heart was as hot as a blazing fire - Come on... Damn it, no matter who you are? Have a good fight!