The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 375

After breakfast, the soldiers were engaged in intensive training again. The latest task had not yet been issued. The [-]th Division of the [-]th Army basically stayed at the station for daily training, and there were more and more soldiers on the cold playground.

"Second Battalion, Three Companies and Three Rows Gather!"

"gather!"

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The sound of the whistle sounded in the playground.

This is the training ground of the [-]th Regiment of the [-]th Division. Soldiers from the [-]th Regiment can be seen everywhere, and they are training in an orderly manner.

As soon as Xia Yuan and his team arrived, they heard a burst of heart-piercing cries from the edge of the playground, which attracted the attention of many soldiers on the playground. The soldiers looked up and saw a man on the edge of the playground Holding a crumpled piece of paper, it was Wang Huzi, the gunner of the machine gun company of the [-]st Battalion of the [-]th Regiment, a soldier from the Northeast.

Wang Huzi fell to his knees on the ground, weeping terribly, and his body was shaking. They had never seen a man from the Northeast cry so heart-piercingly.

Everyone ran over one after another. When Wang Huzi saw someone coming, he quickly stood up and wiped the tears off his face, and grabbed the letter in his hand vigorously, "The special American devils bully people, my old mother is washing clothes by the river, no one is going to do it. Whoever messes with whoever, the American devil's plane will blow up people when it arrives, my old mother's legs and feet can't run as fast as that plane, and people will be blown up by the American devil's shells and die!"

He suppressed the tears in his eyes, thinking of his old mother's tragic death under the shells of the American devils, Wang Huzi's heart felt like a knife was twisted, he choked up and said: "My mother took me to Anton, and I only have I'm going to lay down this relative, I"

Speaking of the sad place, Wang Huzi couldn't help crying anymore. He clenched his fists and cursed at the same time: "I c his eight generations of American devils, why should they throw bombs in China? Why."

There were too many people around Wang Huzi, which almost attracted the commanders and fighters of the entire [-]th Regiment. Everyone couldn't persuade anyone, they all clenched their fists tightly, their eyes were full of anger, and they were angry at the American devils in their hearts. full of hatred.

Perhaps Wang Huzi was tired from crying, so he took the handkerchief handed over by his comrades and wiped the tears on his face, took a deep breath, and said, "Let the comrades laugh, the soldiers bleed but don't shed tears, fucking American devils, we See you in North Korea!"

A soldier of the machine gun company shouted: "Wang Huzi, don't worry, we will avenge your mother when we arrive in North Korea!"

"Yes, revenge!"

The soldiers shouted in unison.

Although the order to go to North Korea to fight did not come down, but when the morning exercise was over for dinner, each class basically held a short meeting and informed the soldiers of the order to go to North Korea to fight. The soldiers' fighting will was unprecedented.Seeing Wang Huzi crying so sad again today, everyone squeezed their anger in their hearts, each of them clenched their fists, and wanted to go to the battlefield to avenge Wang Huzi's mother!
A tall and thin chief came in from the crowd, and stood in front of everyone with a warm hand on Wang Huzi's shoulder.

"Hello, Chief!"

The soldiers of the [-]th Regiment saluted and said hello together.

Wang Huzi looked back and saw that it was the commander of their [-]th division, Mr. Zheng.

It was also the first time Xia Yuan saw the commander of the 1.8th Division. He was tall, [-] meters tall, but his figure looked a little thin. He was wearing a thick military uniform, no different from soldiers.

Master Zheng looked at everyone with a stern face, and said: "The local authorities in Andong have notified us about the death of Comrade Wang's mother. Comrades, this is why we are sending troops to North Korea. All countries are bombed by the planes of the American devils. If we don’t send troops, special American devils will come to destroy our lives today! By then, not only Anton will be bombed, but even every city in our country will be bombed by the American devils. Plane bombing, how many mothers and children will be killed by the planes of the American devils!"

"We are soldiers, we must protect our mothers, our children, and our people!"

"Comrade Wang's account must be settled, the Andong people's account must be settled, and the North Korean people who were bombed must also be accounted for!"

"For so many years, you have fought with me in the north and south, and now go back to North Korea to fight the Americans, do you dare to go!"

The soldiers clenched their fists vigorously and shouted, "Dare!"

The playground roared!
Even Xia Yuan's inner emotions were mobilized, with a firm look in his eyes.

"Okay! Have ambition, have backbone! The brothers in front of us have set an example for us, and we can't fall behind. When we arrive on the Korean battlefield, let me hold my guns and straighten my waist, the American devils think If you want to invade our new China, you have to step over our dead bodies first!"

"Otherwise! Even if I still have breath, I have to fight off the American devils!"

Master Zheng’s speech made the soldiers tightly clenched their fists, not only hatred but also fighting spirit gleamed in their eyes. They followed Master Zheng to fight the Japanese devils and the White Army. A group of wolf soldiers, even if the tanks of the American devils came, could bite off a piece of iron sheet with their teeth.

This time Master Zheng came to the [-]th Regiment, and it was obvious that there was not much time before the team started. After Master Zheng left, the soldiers gathered together for a small meeting.

Wang Xiaoliang said to the comrades in the platoon: "I heard that the American devils are better at fighting than the little devils, and their firepower is so fucking fierce. I, a fellow from Sichuan, came back from the front and told me that the artillery of the American devils was like rain. It's the same as when it was time, it's useless to hide anywhere."

Sun Changgui, a soldier in a row and squad, took off the medium-sized rifle in his hand, fired the barrel, and said: "I said Comrade Xiao Wang, no matter how capable he is in fighting, he is still a human being. Hit him, and he was knocked down with one shot. Unless it is a god, the bullet cannot penetrate, so there is no way."

Everyone nodded approvingly.

Wang Xiaoliang seemed a little afraid of Yankees, saying: "Yankees are not gods, but they have planes, cannons, and tanks."

At this time, a warm palm was placed on Wang Xiaoliang's shoulder. Wang Xiaoliang looked back and saw that it was their platoon leader.

Standing in front of everyone, Xia Yuan said to Wang Xiaoliang, and he was saying to everyone: "There are planes, cannons, and tanks. There is nothing to be afraid of. When the brother troops entered the court, they wore single clothes and shoes, and their food was covered The hard-frozen potatoes fought with the American devils. Besides, during the Long March of the Red Army, they climbed snow-capped mountains wearing straw sandals, and when crossing grasslands, ate grass and boiled leather belts. Did they say it was hard? No, our conditions are better now, at least There is white flour and steamed buns to eat, life is better, and the country is unified, so there is nothing to be afraid of.”

A trace of shame appeared on Wang Xiaoliang's face.

Xia Yuan patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's normal to be afraid. Anyone who fights a war is not afraid, but you have to think about the motherland and people behind you, and think about the comrades around you, so you won't be afraid. Besides , you are afraid, the enemy is afraid, he is also afraid, so we can destroy the enemy only if we are not afraid!"

Wang Xiaoliang nodded in shame: "Platoon leader, I understand."

Xia Yuan smiled: "It doesn't matter, everyone continues to train, and when we arrive in North Korea, we will fight the American devils with real knives and guns!"

The order for the troops to move out was quickly issued, and their superiors asked them to go to Cangzhou in Beihe in early February to prepare for the replacement of combat weapons and equipment, and to fight in North Korea.

In mid-February, they arrived in Cangzhou, Beihe by train. They changed their cotton clothes, trousers and cotton shoes here, changed their clothes, and continued training. There was no sense of urgency before the war. The superiors only ordered them to go to Cangzhou, Beihe. , but did not inform them of the time to go to North Korea, they can only stay in North Korea.

After staying in Beihe Cangzhou for at least half a month, except for daily training, there were basically no other tasks. Xia Yuan also gradually became acquainted with the soldiers in the company. On weekdays, the soldiers talked the most about when to change their weapons. Equipment, continue to head to North Korea, because some heroic deeds have been heard from North Korea during this period, which has brought the domestic sentiment of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea to a peak.

Wang Xiaoliang wasn't afraid any more, and kept clamoring all day long that he wanted to go to the battlefield to fight the foreign devils.

The training at noon was over, and the soldiers from the company pestered Xia Yuan to tell him the story of the Three Kingdoms. Xia Yuan was dragged by Ma Shunyao and asked, "This training is over. If you talk more, you may start off at any time." It’s gone, and I won’t be able to hear it even if I want to hear it.”

Looking at the soldiers around him, there was a dense crowd, and from a distance, he saw the heads of the [-]th, [-]th and [-]th regiments coming.

After staying in Beihe Cangzhou for such a long time, Xia Yuan saw that the soldiers hardly had any entertainment, so he thought about carrying out some special entertainment. After thinking about it, he decided to tell them the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. The soldiers of the [-]th regiment were all attracted.

It’s not a big deal, he talked about the Three Kingdoms and it was published in the soldier’s life newspaper in the division, and it became popular in the whole division at once. As a result, every afternoon training ended, the whole regiment came to listen, even Soldiers from other regiments came to the station of the [-]th regiment in small groups to listen to Xia Yuan tell the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Even the superiors had the idea of ​​letting him go to the art troupe to develop, but Xia Yuan refused.

If so, the direction of the development of the matter seriously exceeded Xia Yuan's expectations. As soon as he started speaking, not to mention the [-] regiment, even soldiers from other regiments would come to listen. After more than half a month of development, this It has become a program of the [-]th Division after training.

Thinking about it, it is actually true. In this era, the lives of soldiers can be described as monotonous. There are no mobile phones, no computers, no music, and almost no spare time. Dance and sing.As for talking about the four great classics, Xia Yuan is really the first example of the [-]th division.

Xia Yuan, who was being held up, asked helplessly, "Where are we talking?"

The soldiers said in unison: "Wang Situ cleverly used a series of tricks."

"Oh right."

Walking to a stool in the middle of the playground, Xia Yuan stepped on it, coughed lightly, and looked at the black crowd, he said: "Wang Situ cleverly set up a series of tricks. It is said that Lu Bu was defeated by Liu Guanzhang and returned. The heart of war. Dong Zhuo was afraid, discussed with his advisers, and decided to move the capital to Chang'an. So he set fire to Luoyang, robbed the wealthy households of gold, silver and jewelry, packed thousands of cars, hijacked the emperor and concubines, and went to Chang'an."

After talking for two chapters in a row, he gave up. During the break, Lao Yang leaned beside Xia Yuan and asked about the follow-up plot. Xia Yuan said: "No spoilers, let's listen to the next chapter."

Lao Yang punched Xia Yuan, "You still keep it secret from me."

Xia Yuan laughed out loud.

Niu Fengyang, the second squad leader, ran in from the outside, "Platoon leader, all the weapons and equipment have arrived, and they are in the compound of the Military Supplies Department. Many people have gone to see them. You two should go and see them too."

"Have the weapons and equipment arrived?" Lao Yang didn't know yet, and exchanged a glance with Xia Yuan, "Come on, let's go and have a look."

All kinds of brand new green wooden boxes were placed in the compound of the Quartermaster Department. The gate was pushed open, and bustling soldiers poured in. Everyone wanted to see the new weapons and equipment that had been issued.

Xia Yuan and Lao Yang followed closely behind.

Company Commander Lei stood with the Second Company Commander and the Third Company Commander, and Company Commander Lei shouted at the top of his voice, "The weapons and equipment here are just one of them. Just take a look. In two days, go to your company to get the weapons and equipment." equipment, please don’t try the bullets in your hands, the caliber may be wrong.”

Machine gunner Liu Tiezhu opened a green wooden box at will, pulled Tan Zhanbiao, the squad leader beside him, and asked, "Squad leader, look at these submachine guns, what kind of submachine gun are they? They look really weird, and I've never seen them before."

There are two brand new Soviet-made PPS full-bore drum submachine guns in the green wooden box. The guns are smeared with gun oil and glow in the sun.

Tan Zhanbiao picked up one casually, compared it with the American-made Thompson submachine gun seized from the national army behind him, and said: "It is about the same weight as mine, but it should be heavier when it is full of bullets. This magazine is a bit interesting. Ha, it looks like an iron biscuit, I have never seen it before."

He put down his gun, fiddled with the gun in his hand, and wondered: "Why do you use this discus clip?"

The American-made Thompson submachine gun in his hand is a magazine-fed submachine gun, and the PPS full-bomb drum-type submachine gun is very different.

At this time, Xia Yuan and Lao Yang came over, saw the PPS full-load drum submachine gun in Tan Zhanbiao's hand, stepped forward and patted Tan Zhanbiao on the shoulder, he looked back, saw that it was Xia Yuan, and stood at attention: "Platoon leader .”

Xia Yuan glanced at the gun in his hand and said, "This kind of magazine is better than what you can hold now."

The pps full-bomb drum-type submachine gun is actually the Bobosha. Later, our army began to imitate this submachine gun, which is the fifty-punch that soldiers in the Shangganling period equipped in large quantities. The pps full-bomb drum-type submachine gun is said to be aided by the Soviet Union. In fact, my country purchased all of them on loan from the Soviet Union, including Katyusha, anti-tank grenades, and Soviet-made bazooka. This kind of gun Xia Yuan bought in Shangganling I have used it a few times, but our own imitation [-]-punch has too many problems, and it is easy to jam. Xia Yuan still likes the US Garand semi-automatic rifle.

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