Zhou Heizi looked at Han Baihang and said: "Captain Han, return to the team."
Han Baihang scratched his head: "Company commander, where is my shed?"
Zhou Heizi pointed with his hand: "One row, one shed, lead them well. Once you're done, I'll let you be the platoon leader."
Han Baihang was so happy that he stood up and ran back to the platoon and reported to the platoon leader. The platoon leader's name was Wang Changliang. He was from Wen'an, Zhili. He had triangular eyes and an upturned nose. He was said to be in his thirties, but he looked like he was in his forties.
A tall, ten-year-old man.
Han Baihang saluted: "Hello, platoon leader."
Platoon Leader Wang was very polite. He smiled and said, "Squad Leader Han, I'll leave the shed to you."
Han Baihang secretly said that I am a top student of the 21st century, and training a class is not the same as playing. He said confidently: "Don't worry, platoon leader, I will definitely bring out good soldiers."
Platoon leader Wang patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, expressing his confidence and encouragement.
The company's recruit training is conducted separately. Every day, training is conducted in sheds and then assessed in platoon units. Han Baihang was assigned to a corner of the campus and was responsible for training a shed.
The first day of recruit training began. Han Baihang had already prepared a systematic training plan in his mind and was ready to show off his skills. Unfortunately, there were only a dozen people in one shed, and he felt that his talents were overqualified.
Han Baihang gathered the people in his shed and sorted them by size. Starting from the shortest soldier, he asked: "What's your name? Where are you from?"
"My name is Zhang San'er, from Zhongmou," the soldier said.
"Who else is in the family?" Han Baihang asked Yan Yuese. After all, he was someone who had watched military movies and TV series, so he knew some of the methods of the political commissar in the army.
Zhang San’s voice was low: “I’m the only one here, and everyone in my family is starving to death.”
Li Boyang patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "People cannot be resurrected after death. People suffer in this life. I hope they will be reborn in a good family and enjoy happiness in their next life."
Zhang San wiped away tears: "Thank you, the shed director."
Han Baihang felt heavy and asked other people. They were all from poor families and suffered hardships. He simply kept the names of all the people in the shed in mind and asked: "Whose food do you guys eat?"
The soldiers replied: "Commander Wu's meal."
Han Baihang said: "Yes, it was Marshal Wu who gave us a mouthful of food so that we could survive. It was Marshal Wu who gave us our lives. When we go to the battlefield in the future, we will fight with our lives for Marshal Wu. I ask you, are there any cowards among you?"
The soldiers shouted in unison: "No."
"Everyone is doing well."
Han Baihang praised him and changed the subject: "It is true that you work hard as a soldier, but do you want to know how you can live longer on the battlefield?"
The soldiers looked at Han Baihang with hopeful eyes. Ants were greedy for life, let alone living people like them.
Han Baihang said with his hands behind his back: "First of all, everyone needs to understand: What can kill you on the battlefield? Who of you knows?"
A soldier named He Goudan shouted: "Gun."
Han Baihang smiled and said: "A gun is a kind of gun. Before answering my question, raise your hand and shout a report. Doesn't anyone know it yet?"
"Report."
He Goudan raised his hand high and said: "Big gun."
"That's a good answer. Why do you guys applaud Goudan?"
Han Baihang clapped his hands lightly, then pressed his hands and talked eloquently: "Guns and artillery are the weapons that cause the greatest casualties in the army. Guns shoot in a straight line, and they are divided into rifles and machine guns. Rifles have a slow rate of fire, big guys.
One thing to remember is to keep your body as low as possible on the battlefield, even if you lie down. The machine gun fires quickly and has a large shooting area. When encountering a machine gun, while you are squatting, you must
Spread out as much as possible and don't gather in groups. The caliber of artillery is different, and the power is also different. The artillery we can encounter at present is mainly mountain and field artillery under 75mm..."
"Report! What is 75MM?" Someone interrupted and asked.
Han Baihang made a circle with his hand and said, "It's the caliber of a cannon. The 75MM is about two and a half inches long."
Someone said: "If we don't have a cannon with a mouth as wide as a bowl, will it work?"
Han Baihang smiled bitterly at his ignorance and said: "Don't underestimate such a thick muzzle. If the shell it fires explodes between us, everyone within five meters of the impact point will be killed. People five meters away will be killed."
Being seriously injured by the shock wave, without a helmet, the shrapnel is very lethal. Therefore, when facing artillery fire, the first thing we have to do is to build an anti-gun trench, and secondly, find the nearest bunker, hide in low-lying places, and spread out our sleeping areas as much as possible.
fall."
Someone else asked: "Shed leader, what is a mountain and a field gun?"
Han Baihangdao: "Mountain guns and field guns are actually called howitzers. The difference is that the ballistics of mountain guns are curved and can be disassembled and moved, while the ballistics of field guns are straight and cannot be disassembled."
"..."
Throughout the morning, Han Baihang was not in a hurry to conduct formation and physical training. Instead, he first crammed common knowledge about war safety into the soldiers. This was also his consideration. The Zhijiang-Anhui War was imminent. As the name suggests, the supplementary brigade was hung under the Third Division.
A unit without an Army Department designation would definitely be cannon fodder once a war started. He didn't have the confidence to train Yifen to be strong in just a few months, but there was no problem if he could train to save his life.
At noon, the happiest time for the entire supplementary brigade came. The smell of rice could be smelled from a long distance away. The stomachs of the soldiers were growling. Han Baihang was also very hungry. His body was very good at eating. Ordinary three soldiers
The amount of food was just enough for him to barely fill his stomach. At this moment, his chest was already pressed against his back, and his speech was weak. Fortunately, the soldiers were not interested in listening to him at the moment. They were all looking at the canteen eagerly, waiting for the meal trumpet to sound.
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"It's time to eat. We'll line up and go back to camp to get bowls later. If anyone dares to run around, I won't take care of him."
Han Baihang had excellent eyesight. He saw the trumpeter coming out of the military camp from a distance and quickly gave a warning.
The soldiers lined up in a tent, and then they heard the meal call coming from the school field. In an instant, the whole school field became noisy. The soldiers rushed to their barracks like crazy. When Han Baihang saw this, he hurriedly led the soldiers back and ran back.
On the road, I was crowded with soldiers from other squads, cursing and pushing each other.
Fortunately, Han Baihang was tall and strong, so he took the lead, pushing left and right as if entering a deserted place, and successfully led his team back to the barracks. Everyone took their bowls and chopsticks, and Han Baihang took the lead again and squeezed out again.
He walked away and ran towards the dining hall.
When he ran to the canteen, it was already full of people. Han Baihang cursed and walked into the queue with a bunch of people. When he got to the front, he was about to hand out a bowl for rice when he heard someone laughing and shouting.
Voice: "Han Ludan, come here."
When Han Baihang heard the sound, he looked over and saw company commander Zhou Heizi looking at him. When he saw him, he looked over and waved, shouting: "Don't be so stupid, come here to eat."
Han Baihang was flattered. Who didn't know that officers ate Xiao Zao? He opened his mouth to eat, told the soldiers of his squad, and ran over in front of everyone's envious eyes. He came to Zhou Heizi and saluted.
Salute, I saw several platoon leaders from my company were there, and they were busy saluting one by one.
