Ramgarh, a small town on the border of India and Myanmar, is located in the Indian state of Bihar. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 InfoThe town is surrounded by desolate valleys except for arid river beaches, and has remained a remote town for hundreds of years. But in the last six months, it has suddenly become lively, with Chinese, British, and even American troops stationed. The barracks were one after another, the vast training grounds were one after the other, and even anti-aircraft batteries and airstrips were built. From morning till night there was a bustle, with loud slogans and noisy training guns everywhere.

Approaching the Ramgarh training base, Zhao Yunlai got off the car first, and the communication company sent someone to pick him up, just waiting on the side of the road. The military order is like a mountain, it is impossible not to obey, Zhao Yunlai got out of the car silently, and waved goodbye to the bookbox and others. There are not too many goodbyes, and there is not too much reluctance, everything is in the words.

"Take care!" The scrivener only says two words.

"Take care!" Zhao Yunlai responded.

The car did not stop and drove off into the distance. Lao Zhao's figure became more and more blurred until he disappeared. Everyone has an inexplicable loss in their hearts, as if something is missing in their hearts, and they want to grasp it but can't grasp it. The six people have been accompanied by life and death along the way, not brothers, but they are better than brothers. Everyone's departure is a kind of parting, reluctant, but helpless.

Speechless all the way. The car pulls into the Ramgarh base. As soon as they got closer, the five of them were deeply shocked by the magnificent momentum in the base. High searchlight stands, rows of anti-aircraft guns, and barracks as far as the eye can see. The training ground was dusty and roaring, telling the passion of an army.

I can't imagine that there is such a Chinese army abroad, with such high morale, and there is great hope for a counterattack on Burma. The enthusiasm of everyone was aroused, and they were all in high spirits, and they couldn't wait to participate in the training immediately.

The car was parked in front of a barracks, and the civilian soldier handed the official document to the sentry. Soon a man who looked like an officer came out and led the five people with the scrivener box into the barracks. The five people were arranged in the 3rd Battalion, 2nd Company, 2nd Platoon, 3rd Squad of the 113th Regiment, with the scrivener as the deputy squad leader, and the main squad leader was called Wang Dalei.

Gong Da Niu was angry, but it had only been a few days, and the position of the scrivener box had been lowered again, and even the squad leader had become a deputy. In the army, the squad leader can no longer be smaller, it can be said that it is smaller than sesame. Don't mention the deputy squad leader, there is no difference from the big head soldier.

The scrivener box asked him to say a few words, he didn't come here to be an official, to do a good job in training and improve combat effectiveness, this is the right thing.

Wang Dalei Wang squad leader led the five people in the scrivener box into the class room, that is, the dormitory for life and rest. It was a large room, with a row of bunks against the north wall, and a dozen people crammed into a large bed. The arrival of the scrivener and others made it even more difficult to find enough beds. Squad leader Wang built another row of beds on the south wall for the new soldiers to rest.

It can be seen that squad leader Wang is very happy, there were originally eleven people in his class, and five new people came at once, reaching sixteen people, counting him seventeen. Combat squads of this size were also rare in the entire regiment. The more people there are, the higher the combat effectiveness, and the more confidence they have in carrying out tasks. No wonder squad leader Wang was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Acting squad leader, come over for a moment." Wang Dalei said to the scrivener.

As soon as the scrivener had taken care of the bed and bed, he raised his waist and walked over.

Wang Dalei pulled another person to introduce to the scrivener: "This is Fan Tiechao, the deputy squad leader of our class, in the future, you two deputy squad leaders will cooperate well to beat the reputation of class 5." Good no good? ”

Fan Tieran had a smiling face, squinted his eyes and bared his teeth, and said, "Please be relieved, ensure that the task is completed, and resolutely obey the command." ”

The scrivener nodded, but didn't say anything. An ordinary combat squad actually had two deputy squad leaders, which made him a little laughable. He didn't have a good impression of this Fan Tieranfan deputy squad leader, this person had a smiling face, and he usually looked like he was always smiling. A pair of fox eyes with a thief's light, belonging to the kind of smile hidden in the knife, the chin is very pointed, and the lips are thin and long, which is usually scathing and mean to people who are this kind of orientation. You have to be careful when dealing with this kind of person.,On the surface, it looks like it's easy to get along with.,In fact, it's always calculating others.。

The two deputy squad leaders shook hands very friendly, and they knew each other. At the end of the day's training, the whole class arrived, and squad leader Wang introduced everyone to each other.

The scrivener box is very kind and greets everyone in a friendly manner. He wants to integrate into this collective as soon as possible, fighting is the business of the whole team, and he pays attention to cooperation, once there is a rift, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

The next day, under the leadership of squad leader Wang, five people officially joined the training. The huge playground was full of people, and they were trained in teams as companies. Some companies practiced shooting, some practiced formation, and some practiced fighting, and the whole playground was full of people and dust.

The 2nd Company, where the scrivener is located, practiced the basic skills of gunplay. The instructor is a foreigner with a high nose and blue eyes, and he doesn't know if it's Lao Ying or Lao Mei.

Today's practice is jungle warfare, which is actually the focus of the training, and the main thing in the counteroffensive against Myanmar is jungle warfare. The first item: lying down. Encounters and ambushes in the jungle are very common, and once you are ambushed, lying down is a very important part. If it is handled properly, a life can be saved, and if it is not handled properly, it will be gone. Life and death are only moments, and the posture and technique of lying down are very important.

The instructor asked a couple of fighters to demonstrate first, and then he pointed out the shortcomings. Several fighters have problems lying down, and they have one of the biggest and common problems, that is, before the body falls to the ground, the gun must be smoothed, held in the arms, and the man and the gun fall to the ground together. This was done completely out of a subconscious desire not to break the gun. In the country, there is a shortage of guns, and once a gun is broken, it means that you have to fight with two fists.

The instructor pointed out this problem of the soldiers, this is not a Chinese battlefield, it is an Indian ramgarh, and there is a strong American support behind it. To lie down is to be fast, to protect yourself as quickly as possible, as for the gun, it doesn't matter if it is broken. The instructor emphatically pointed out: The most important thing in war is people, not weapons, people are gone when they die, and weapons can still be produced when they are broken. The mighty United States can build an M1911 rifle in a minute, a warship in a week, and a steady stream of weapons will come. People should come first at all times and in all places!

The scrivener agrees with the instructor's point of view, life is above all else, and it seems that this instructor is very humane. I can't help but have a good impression of the instructor, and for the first time in so many days, I have a good impression of foreign soldiers. No need to ask, the instructor must be an American, this guy has blown the United States into an omnipotent giant with one mouthful. In fact, it's not just blowing, people do have such strength. The scrivener can't help but secretly wonder when his country will be like Lao Mei, and who will dare to bully him at that time......