"At present, the shortcomings of some of our squad leaders are that they are not good at organizing firepower and do not pay attention to battle formations. Especially in the movement to contact the enemy, they often suffer unnecessary losses. If they are not good at using terrain and features to conceal their combat intentions, they will swarm with bravery alone.
If we charge, the casualties will be huge."
On October 30, 1950, North Korea, southeast of Yunshan City. Three divisions of the 39th Army of the Volunteer Army were dormant. Due to the threat of US military aircraft during the day, the troops could not move and could only repair on the spot.
Zhou Qingfeng returned to the dungeon and found himself in this mountain. He had changed from a leading soldier of the 40th Army to a squad leader of the 2nd Battalion of the 347th Regiment of the 116th Division of the 39th Army. He was receiving
Tactical training.
One characteristic of the PLA army is that they must learn all the time, even during battles. Every battle must be summarized, criticized and praised. As long as they survive every battle, the mud can become an elite.
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After Zhou Qingfeng returned to the dungeon, his identity was that of a squad leader who had just been promoted from recruits. He was brave enough to fight, but his tactical literacy was extremely lacking. He himself knew this was a fact, so he studied very seriously.
Five or six squad leaders and deputy squad leaders gathered around on a piece of dirt. The deputy platoon leader who was watching the teaching used a wooden stick to explain how to implement the three-by-three combat system. "A squad should be divided into three combat groups, with three to four people in each combat group.
The loose formation covers each other, but emphasizes the concentration of firepower."
At the end of the study, the deputy platoon leader asked if there were any questions. Zhou Qingfeng immediately raised his hand and shouted: "Deputy platoon leader, our class is a sharp knife class, can we give you some preferential treatment?"
"Boss Zhou, you are really a thorn in the side." The deputy platoon commander was happy and smashed the wooden stick in his hand, "Tell me, what do you want?"
"We want to be the main force."
"Oh, that's incredible! People who join the party as activists have different consciousness. However, your class has strong fighting ability, so you will naturally be the main force when the battle begins."
"Then can you let us participate in the reconnaissance company's mission? There are a few new recruits in our class, and I want to take care of them." Zhou Qingfeng had a sneaky idea in his heart, but he would not say it openly, and instead actively sought a fight.
"The mission of the reconnaissance company is not easy, you might as well forget it." The deputy platoon leader told the truth. Those who can perform reconnaissance missions in the PLA are all veterans.
But how could Zhou Qingfeng show weakness? He stood up suddenly, patted his chest and shouted: "Those guys in the reconnaissance company are all cowards. I can beat three of them. As long as I lead the team, I promise to catch ten or eight."
When the prisoners come back, the enemy's situation will be absolutely clear."
Zhou Qingfeng's previous achievements have all been converted into the position of squad leader of the sharp knife squad that was originally a platoon leader but was reduced due to the killing and torture of prisoners. He is now an ordinary novice squad leader and is not special in the eyes of others.
It's just that the squad leader of this sharp knife class has extraordinary momentum. He wants to fight as soon as he appears. He is a fighting maniac who never enjoys fighting. Zhou Qingfeng actually wants to cry. It's not that I want to go to the battlefield. It's just that the next battle is too dangerous. He can't.
If you take the initiative, you will probably die miserably.
It's October 30th now, and in two days until November 1st, the Battle of Yunshan will begin. The opponent is the 1st Cavalry Division of the US Army. For the first time, General Rabbit has discovered that the art of weapons also depends on who will play.
Guodang and Nanbang are both losers who have not mastered the essence. They need a beautiful father to play superbly.
The deputy platoon leader was also very happy that his squad leader was so eager to fight, but it was not up to him to decide whether Big Zhou wanted to join the reconnaissance company.
However, the enthusiasm of this young squad leader could not be dampened. The deputy platoon leader arranged a task for him, "Boss Zhou, I will give you something. If you complete it, I will give you the reconnaissance mission assigned by your superiors."
"No matter what the task is, I guarantee it will be completed." Zhou Qingfeng stood up and dared to issue a military order on the spot. He did the task given by his superiors, and the opportunity to perform was rare. As for whether he could do it or not...? The attitude of doing this must be good.
The deputy platoon leader came closer and said in a lower voice: "Recently, haven't there been some seizures from the Nanbang Army? The platoon leader wants to ask his superiors to get an extra machine gun, so he has to ask the company commander. If you can get it from the company headquarters
When the machine gun comes, I'll let you do reconnaissance."
Deputy platoon leader, are you fooling me? Can an ordinary squad leader handle this kind of thing?
Ever since it started fighting guerrillas, PLA troops have always liked to accumulate some resources so that they can be used whenever possible. However, "All seizures must be attributed to credit". This iron law cannot be violated. How can we make our troops fight harder and harder?
Strong, this will test the subjective initiative of the grassroots commanders.
Besides, where do you think machine guns are available?
For anyone else, this task would have been to catch someone blind. But as soon as Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes, an idea came to him. He approached the deputy platoon leader and whispered a few words in his ear, which immediately made the other party jump in shock.
"Young man Zhou, you are quite courageous!"
"If you want a machine gun, your company isn't rich either. The platoon leader won't be able to get it even if he cries to death. He has to find someone who has a machine gun to get it, right? There aren't many places with machine guns these days. Other than getting it from the enemy,
The only way we can do it is from ourselves. Don’t worry, my method will work."
Zhou Qingfeng looked confident, and the deputy platoon leader hesitated. He thought about it again and again, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really sure?"
"I don't dare to say 100%, but 70% to 80% is still fine. The key is to get me a pack of cigarettes and pack some." Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand, "And we have to do it quickly, while it's still bright.
, it will be troublesome when it gets dark.”
The deputy platoon leader looked at the time and saw that it was still noon. He finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'm afraid one pack of cigarettes is not enough. I have two packs of cigarettes. You can take them both."
Two packs of American cigarettes were a big investment. The other monitors who participated in the study all looked at each other, confused as to what the two people in front of them were going to do. Judging from their mutterings, it seemed like they were going to do something big.
The deputy platoon leader took out two crumpled cigarette cases from his pocket, handed them to Zhou Qingfeng with great reluctance, and said sternly: "I told you, kid, please don't screw it up for me. This is mine."
It’s a trophy that I can’t bear to part with.”
"Don't worry, just take a look at it." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the two cigarette cases that were mostly missing, and felt nothing but a sigh. There should be no other army in the world that could be so poor.
Zhou Qingfeng took the cigarette and said: "If I can get two machine guns, can I leave one for our class?"
"Haha... If you can really get two of them, how about one for your sharp knife squad? The important thing is that you don't brag." The deputy platoon leader punched Zhou Qingfeng with his fist, and only then did he realize how strong this guy was.
Almost like a cow.
"That's fine, I'll go right away." Zhou Qingfeng put on two packs of cigarettes, turned around and left. He first returned to his squad and called out to the 'old machine gun' who had been transferred from the original army with him, "Brother Machine Gun,
Come with me, let's go get some machine guns."
The ‘Old Machine Gun’ was holding his ‘Crooked Handle’. Hearing the talk about making a machine gun, he was stunned and asked: “Where can I get it?”