Zhou Qingfeng's 354th Regiment did not take much rest after the battle, and immediately entered the next step of the battle to completely annihilate the 2nd Regiment of the 6th Division of Nanbang. At this moment, the remnant enemy had fled into the "Wenjing" and was still resisting. However, the task of the main attack was handed over.
It was given to other regiments, and the 354th Regiment served as the reserve team.
You can't be idle as a reserve force. Marching and fighting are indispensable for digging fortifications, and the army of rustics will dig wherever they go. Whether it is camping or defense, you just dig.
Boom..., a shovel was dug into the soil to dig a shallow hole. The deputy squad leader who was digging the soil picked up the shovel and looked at it. He smiled happily and said: "Good steel mouth, this shovel is not bad."
Engineering shovels are indispensable for digging fortifications, but the cold weather in North Korea has made the ground frozen hard. The quality of the shovels equipped by the volunteers is too poor. Once the shovel goes down to the ground, it will be fine, but the shovel is broken.
Zhou Qingfeng had long expected this, and encouraged his squad leader to get a few American engineer shovels from the troops' trophies. Although they still couldn't handle the hard ground, they wouldn't damage the shovels. The key was to repair the fortifications in the future.
There are many days ahead, and a good shovel is better than anything else.
Due to their outstanding performance in the battle to annihilate the 2nd Battalion of Nanbang, Zhou Qingfeng's squad formed the sharp knife squad of the company. The country army has a habit of continuing to strengthen the troops with strong combat effectiveness, and good things will be given to those who dare to fight.
people.
Zhou Qingfeng, a stupid young man, made a lot of contributions today, and his squad also benefited. Although the captured Nanbang weapons are not convenient for distribution, other combat materials are relatively easy to obtain.
The squad leader not only got an engineer shovel, but also got a lot of US military equipment and grenades according to Zhou Qingfeng's request. Zhou Qingfeng was teaching his comrades how to use American personal carrying equipment, which can greatly reduce the physical exertion of soldiers.
Improve combat effectiveness.
"Don't tell me, Zhou is very discerning, and the things he picked are very useful." A soldier hung his water bottle, ammunition, dry food, first aid kit and other bits and pieces on the carrying equipment. The weight of his body fell evenly on his waist.
, hips, back and other different positions, making people feel much more relaxed.
"I also have a jacket. It's warm and comfortable. It's really good." Another soldier put on the jacket issued to Nanbang by the US military under his cotton coat and felt warm all over.
The soldiers in the squad were all curious about the newly acquired U.S. military equipment, and they all said it was good after using it. Zhou Qingfeng regretfully grabbed his '38 Big Gai' and said faintly: "Obviously we have captured a lot of good guns, but why?
You still want me to use this crappy thing."
Guns and ammunition are no better than carrying tools and engineer shovels. It is impossible to equip a special gun just for Zhou Qingfeng. However, the squad leader was excited about Zhou Qingfeng's super grenade throwing ability today, and specially obtained more than fifty grenades to distribute to him.
In class.
"From now on, if our squad wants to throw grenades, as long as conditions permit, Big Zhou will throw them first. You haven't seen it, but the grenades he throws are far and accurate, and they will blow up the enemy." The squad leader thought of the battle that had just ended, and said
Just keep praising me.
Since Zhou Qingfeng's team lost two soldiers, the platoon leader specially strengthened the platoon's only "Crooked Handle" light machine gun and two shooters in order to strengthen the sharp knife squad.
The man who operated this machine gun was a big man who had chatted with Zhou Qingfeng before. He was tall and had a big frame. He looked old, but he was actually less than thirty years old. Since he loved the machine gun as if he were his wife, others simply named him
Nicknamed 'Old Machine Gun'.
Seeing this big brother holding on to his machine gun without letting go, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but joked: "Brother Machine Gun, how many years have you been married to this gun wife?"
‘Old Machine Gun’ smiled naively, spread out his palm and shook it, “Five years.”
"Then you should have been promoted a long time ago, right? You should be a squad leader anyway." Zhou Qingfeng was very puzzled.
'Old Machine Gun' shook his head, "I only know how to play with this machine gun. I don't understand anything else. If I were to be a cadre, wouldn't it be a disservice to others? Moreover, the army doesn't like to use this gun anymore, and it is said that it will be eliminated.
If I don’t come to use it, I’m afraid no one will use this gun.”
"If no one uses it, then no one will use it. Just replace it with another better machine gun." Zhou Qingfeng really didn't like the "crooked gun". Even the Japanese didn't like this gun.
But the 'Old Machine Gun' shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I can't bear to part with it. I really can't bear to part with it. When I was a militiaman, many people died trying to seize this machine gun. If I were to leave it behind, how could I compare to those who died?
Complaints from comrades?"
'Old Machine Gun' has a deep affection for his 'crooked gun'. Even though he knows that this gun is not easy to use, he refuses to change to other weapons. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but curiously asked: "Brother Machine Gun, tell me
Tell me why you want to join the army?"
‘Old Machine Gun’ was not very young yet, but his face was weathered, and his skin was as rough as a whetstone. He was stunned by Zhou Qingfeng’s question, and he recalled it for a moment before speaking.
"I have been a farmer with my father since I was a child. I have been working in the fields since I was seven or eight years old. I have never left my village. At that time, all I could see was the land in front of my house, and I didn't think about anything else.
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Until one year when the harvest was bad, my father asked me to go to the liberated areas to defect to the Communist Party. He said that the family had no money to eat, so if you could escape, just escape and try your luck. I just joined the guerrillas in a daze, and I never held a shot.
You start by standing guard as a spear dart and continue until you become a machine gunner.
At first I just wanted to have enough to eat and not be bullied, but the guerrilla instructors taught me a lot. I became literate, became blind, and traveled with the army, and then I realized how big the world is. That kind of thinking
The shock kept me awake all night.
Thinking about the past, landlords and rich people laughed at people like me as a ignorant old hat, and came up with all kinds of tricky ideas to make us laugh, just to prove that they were smarter and nobler than me. But I also felt that I was better than me.
If you don't like others, you always think you are stupid and accept your fate.
If I stay at home and suffer, even if I survive, I will at best be a stupid farmer. I watch others live a good life every day, but I worry about the difficulties of life and sigh that there is no rice or food at home. Because I don’t understand anything!
And after all these years, I dare to pat my chest and say, "I have crossed the Yellow River, crossed the Yangtze River, been to the south of the Yangtze River, and been to Mobei. I have eaten noodles from Shaanxi, tasted salt and pepper chicken from Guangdong, and drank from Zhejiang."
Yellow rice wine. I’ve almost traveled all over the country.
I have helped poor people, punished gangsters and bullies, and founded this country with my own hands. I have watched the world change with my own eyes, and I have personally felt that the lives of the miserable people are getting better and better. This is all because of my contribution.
I have killed puppet troops, Japanese devils, and now I am going abroad to fight American devils. I have never been afraid of any enemy. Who dares to say that I am an old hat now? I have never seen anything.
Don’t look at the fact that I can’t wear good clothes, eat good food, or live in a good house now. But I dare say that in a few decades, a life like me, upright and happy, will not be in vain. For these reasons,
I am also determined to join the army. It would be a coward not to join the army."
Watching "Old Machine Gun" talk about the pride and pride he experienced, Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a long time. He never expected that this seemingly dull big brother could actually say such powerful words.
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To put it simply, joining the army changed the poor life of this farmer's son, and he had no reason to refuse.