When talking about his experience in joining the army, 'Old Machine Gun' was full of energy and high-spirited. He talked about the places he had traveled, the people he had met, and the battles he had fought, and his boldness and confidence came to mind. I asked him if he felt miserable.
Bitter? He immediately asked: "No matter how hard it is, can it be worse than farming at home?"
Zhou Qingfeng has never farmed, let alone farmed in the old society decades ago. But he can imagine the hard work of farming in the fields day after day, year after year. If there is any natural disaster or man-made disaster, sell
Tragedy of children selling their daughters is not uncommon in history books.
When 'Old Machine Gun' talked about his own experience, other people in the team also kept talking about it. They all came from poor families. Joining the army not only allowed them to wear new clothes, have enough to eat, hold their heads high and be independent for the first time, but also made them independent.
It opens up a new world for them.
Zhou Qingfeng suddenly remembered his experience in the wasteland. Although it was full of difficulties and thorns, he would not do it if he were asked to go back and continue to live as a slave.
"Haha..., I understand, I understand." Thinking that the experience of 'Old Machine Gun' was no different than his own, Zhou Qingfeng also felt that he had become much closer to him.
While we were chatting happily, someone suddenly came and called "Old Machine Gun" and said that the leader asked him to repair the car.
"Repair a car?" Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect that 'Old Machine Gun' could repair a car.
"Yeah, I usually like to play with machine guns. I once learned a few tricks from people in the repair shop, and I can still deal with some minor problems." The 'old machine gun' carried his 'crooked handle' and led the assistant shooter.
Gotta go.
Zhou Qingfeng's heart moved and he opened his mouth to ask: "I also learned to drive and repair cars before I joined the army. Do you want to help?"
"You know how to drive? That's great, we just need a driver." The visitor was even more overjoyed when he heard Zhou Qingfeng said he could drive, and hurriedly urged him to follow.
Now that the battle of 'Wenjing' has begun, the remnants of the Nanbang Second Regiment have no external reinforcements or internal equipment, and will be destroyed sooner or later. Zhou Qingfeng has no chance to go into battle for the time being, so there is no problem in going to help.
Several people hurried on, only to find that the situation was more troublesome than Zhou Qingfeng imagined when they arrived at the end of the field. During the daytime ambush of the Nanbang Second Regiment, the enemy's third battalion and artillery squadron were wiped out, leaving behind nearly forty trucks and twelve howitzers.
Two US military advisers were even killed or wounded.
This seizure made the hard-pressed 3, 5 and 4 group wildly excited, but the problem was that the whole group couldn't find enough drivers who knew how to drive.
It's dark now and the US military planes can't dispatch, but as soon as it gets light, the US military will definitely send planes. If they don't move immediately, these precious vehicles and artillery can't be saved at all.
To a country army that treats even a crooked weapon as a treasure, these nearly forty trucks and twelve artillery pieces are as dazzling as a mountain of gold. It would be heartbreaking if they couldn't save them.
The battle during the day damaged many vehicles, and the 'Old Machine Gun' rushed to find a way to repair it. Zhou Qingfeng saw the battalion commander and instructors of the third battalion of the 354th Regiment frowning at the scene - the driver was a technician, even if he was
It will be a very popular profession in the 1970s and 1980s, let alone now.
Hearing that there were actually people in their battalion who could drive, the battalion commander and instructors met with Zhou Qingfeng in person and thought of a few words of encouragement - even if they couldn't save all the trucks, it would be better to save half of them.
You must know that the regiment commander is now directing the battle from the front, so the problem of how to protect these vehicles and artillery is left to the third battalion of the reserve team. But this problem is a trouble in the eyes of others, but Zhou Qingfeng has an idea.
Damn it, this opportunity for meritorious service is right in front of you!
"Batalion Commander, I have a way to save all the trucks and cannons." When it was time to show off, Zhou Qingfeng never let go. He stood tall with his head raised and his chest upright, confirming his promise with a calm and confident attitude.
The battalion commander's eyes lit up when he heard the big young man in front of him saying there was a way. He hurriedly took two steps forward and said in a deep voice: "What's your name? Which company are you from?"
"I am from the 2nd Platoon of the 8th Company. Others call me Big Zhou."
"Young man Zhou? Are you the guy who rushed into the enemy's defense line with a single charge today? I saw you at the command post at the time. You were running really fast at that time!
If you can keep these trucks and artillery pieces, I will apply to the regiment to give you a third-class merit award." The instructors in the battalion began to promise rewards. Dozens of trucks and twelve artillery pieces were urgently needed by the volunteers.
It's completely enough for a third-class meritorious service.
Zhou Qingfeng pretended to be naive and scratched his head and said: "I have never thought about third-class merit, but if you can save these cars, can you give us eight consecutive points?"
"Good boy, he is more anxious than us. He must be eyeing these trucks." As long as the problem can be solved, the rustic officer is not afraid of the soldiers' conditions. The battalion commander immediately agreed: "As long as you can drive these trucks
Get up, can others snatch it away from you?"
"Hehehehe... I never thought about asking for these cars." It's not that Zhou Qingfeng doesn't want trucks. This kind of treasure must be handed over to the Volunteer Army Headquarters for distribution. Where will it be his turn to deal with it? And after asking for a car, he gets on
Where can I find gasoline? You can’t drive a few hundred kilometers and then break down, right?
"I was wondering if there are a lot of beautiful weapons and equipment captured today. Can we get some to equip our company, even for one platoon?" Zhou Qingfeng was still thinking about his beautiful weapons. The Japanese weapons are really cheating. Morning.
It's time to eliminate.
The battalion commander and instructor looked at each other, but did not agree directly. Instead, they asked: "Tell me what you have in mind first?"
"I think there should be many drivers among the Nanbang prisoners today, right?" Zhou Qingfeng offered his own solution.
But the battalion commander sighed and said: "We have captured thousands of prisoners, but the screening work has just begun. There are a few people in the camp who can speak Korean, but there is no way to find those Nambang drivers before dawn."
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"I can speak Korean and I can drive. I know there is a difference between drivers and ordinary soldiers. Let me go around among the prisoners and make sure I find a few who can drive." Zhou Qingfeng still has this ability.
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The current trouble of the Third Battalion is that it is difficult to communicate with the Nanbang prisoners, and the two sides can't understand each other. But with the emergence of a bug-like person like Zhou Qingfeng, the problem was immediately solved.
The battalion commander and political commissar were overjoyed, and immediately asked people to take Zhou Qingfeng to the temporary camp where the prisoners were guarded. During the day's battle, two battalions of the Second Regiment of the Sixth Division of Nanbang were annihilated, hundreds of people were killed and wounded, and thousands of people were captured.
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Because it was dark, several bonfires were lit in the camp. All the prisoners were sitting on the ground, and the flickering light of the fire reflected their dull and numb faces. Since the volunteers treated the prisoners preferentially, they did not embarrass these people except to disarm them, and Zhou Qingfeng was smiling after he arrived.
He walked around among the prisoners.
"I now need a group of drivers and various technical personnel. The number of places is limited. Please come out and sign up quickly."
"No one came forward? Do you want to be sent to Beibang's prisoner-of-war camp, or do you want to continue to stay here? Do you want me to tell you how Beibang dealt with you traitors and lackeys of American imperialism?"
"Think about how many Beibang soldiers and civilians you have killed along the way. How do you think your compatriots will deal with you?"
"You must already know the preferential treatment policy of our volunteer army. If you still want to go home safely, just choose a path."
Compared with the volunteer soldiers' earnest persuasion, Zhou Qingfeng used threats and inducements. While preaching among the prisoners of war, he selected those well-maintained prisoners one by one and asked about their identities.
Nanbang does not pay attention to the equality of officers and soldiers, and soon several officers were brought out for questioning by Zhou Qingfeng. As long as he exerted force on his hands, the steel would yield. But after getting the officers, the next thing would be much easier.
When Zhou Qingfeng found the No. 780 Nanbang officers, signalmen and drivers from more than a thousand prisoners of war, the battalion commander and instructor of the third battalion waiting outside the prisoner-of-war camp suddenly clapped their hands and laughed.