Zhou Qingfeng's 354th Regiment did not rest much after the battle, and immediately entered the next step of the battle of the 2nd Regiment of the 6th Division of the Nanbang, and at this moment the remnants of the enemy had fled into the corner of 'Wenjing' and resisted stubbornly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHowever, the task of the main attack was given to other regiments, and the 354th Regiment served as a reserve.

Serving as a reserve cannot be idle. Marching and fighting are indispensable for digging fortifications, and the army of the turtle also digs wherever it goes. Whether it's camping or defending, you just have to dig.

With a thud, ......, a shovel poked into the soil to dig a shallow hole. The deputy squad leader who was digging the soil picked up the shovel and looked at it, and said with a happy smile: "Good steel mouth, this shovel is good." ”

Engineer shovels are indispensable for digging fortifications, but the cold weather in North Korea has frozen the ground hard, and the quality of the shovels equipped by the volunteers themselves is too poor.

Zhou Qingfeng had long expected this, and encouraged his squad leader in advance to ask for a few American sapper shovels from the trophies of the troops. Although it still can't deal with the hard ground, it won't break the shovel. The point is that there are many days to repair fortifications in the future, and a good shovel is better than anything else.

Due to his excellent performance in the battle to annihilate the 2nd Battalion of Nanbang, Zhou Qingfeng's team became the company's sharp knife squad. The army of the turtle has a habit of continuing to strengthen the troops with strong combat effectiveness, and giving good things to those who dare to fight.

Zhou Qingfeng, a stunned young man, has made a lot of contributions today, and his class has also benefited. Although the captured Nanbang weapons were not easily distributed, other combat materials were relatively easy to obtain.

The squad leader not only got an engineer shovel, but also got a lot of US military equipment and grenades according to Zhou Qingfeng's request. Zhou Qingfeng is teaching his comrades-in-arms how to use the Americans' individual carrying equipment, which can greatly reduce the physical exertion of soldiers and improve combat effectiveness.

"Don't really say it, Zhou Da has a vision, and the things he picks are very good." A soldier hangs his water bottle, ammunition, dry food, first aid kits, and other bits and pieces on his carrying gear. The weight of the body falls evenly on the waist, hips, back and other different positions, which makes it much easier.

"And the jacket, it's warm and comfortable, it's nice." Another soldier wore the jacket that the U.S. military had issued to Nan Bang in a cotton coat, and his whole body was warm.

The soldiers in the squad were all curious about the newly arrived US military equipment, and after using it, they all said that it was good. Zhou Qingfeng regretfully grabbed his '38 big cover', and said quietly: "Obviously, I have seized a lot of good guns, but I still need to use broken things." ”

Firearms and ammunition are not as good as carrying tools and sapper shovels, and it is impossible to have a special gun for Zhou Qingfeng. However, the squad leader was excited about Zhou Qingfeng's super projectile ability today, and specially got more than 50 grenades to be assigned to the class.

"In the future, our class will lose grenades, as long as conditions permit, let Zhou Da lose them first. You don't see it, he dropped a grenade far and accurately, blowing up the enemy's farts and urine. The squad leader remembered the battle that had just ended, and his mouth was full of praise.

Because Zhou Qingfeng's squad sacrificed two soldiers, the platoon commander deliberately strengthened the only 'crooked' light machine gun in the platoon with the main and auxiliary shooters in order to strengthen this sharp knife squad.

The operator of this machine gun was a big man who had chatted with Zhou Qingfeng before, tall, with a large skeleton, looking old, but in fact, he was less than thirty years old. Because he loved the machine gun as much as his daughter-in-law, others simply nicknamed him the 'old machine gun'.

Seeing this big brother holding his machine gun and not letting go, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but quip: "Brother machine gun, how many years have you been married to this gun daughter-in-law?" ”

The 'old machine gun' smiled innocently, spread out his slap and shook it, "It's been five years." ”

"Then you should have done it a long time ago, right? Anyway, he should be a squad leader. Zhou Qingfeng was very puzzled.

The old machine gun shook his head, "I'm just going to fiddle with this machine gun." I don't understand anything else. If I am asked to be a cadre, I will not harm others. And now the troops don't like to use this gun, and it is said that it will be eliminated. If I don't use it, I'm afraid this gun will really be useless. ”

"If no one uses it, no one will use it, and it will be replaced by other better machine guns." Zhou Qingfeng really doesn't like the 'crooked handle', and even the Japanese don't like this gun.

But the 'old machine gun' shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Reluctant, really reluctant." When I was a militiaman, several people died trying to capture this machine gun. Let me leave it behind, how can I explain to those sacrificed comrades? ”

The 'old machine gun' had a deep affection for his 'crooked handle', and he knew that this gun was not easy to use, but he refused to change to other weapons. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but ask curiously: "Brother Machine Gun, tell me why you want to join the army?" ”

The 'old machine gun' was not very old, but he was already weathered, and his skin was as rough as a whetstone. He was stunned by Zhou Qingfeng's question, and recalled it before speaking.

"I became a farmer with my father when I was a child, and I worked in the fields at the age of seven or eight, and I never left my village. At that time, all I could see was the little land in front of my house, and I didn't think about anything else.

Until one year, when the harvest was not good, my father asked me to go to the liberated areas to join the Communist Party. He said that he didn't have anything to eat at home, so he could escape one and try his luck. I joined the guerrillas in such a vague way, starting from standing guard with a pike dart to becoming a machine gunner.

At first, I just wanted to be fed and not bullied, but the guerrilla instructors taught me a lot. I became literate, got rid of my illiteracy, and followed the troops to the north and south, only to know that the world was so big. That kind of thought shock kept me awake all night.

Think about the old landlord Lao Cai laughing at people like me who don't know anything, and come up with all kinds of tricky ideas to amuse us, just to prove that they are smarter and more noble than me. But I also feel that I am not as good as others, and I always think that I am stupid and accept my fate.

If I stay at home and work hard, even if I survive, I will be a stupid farmer at best, watching others live a good life every day, but I am worried about the difficulties of life, and sighing that there is no rice or food at home. Because I don't know anything!

And over the years, I dare to pat my chest and say, 'Lao Tzu crossed the Yellow River, crossed the Yangtze River, went to Jiangnan, and went to Mobei.' I have eaten gnocchi from Shaanxi, tasted salt-and-pepper chicken from Guangdong, and drank yellow rice wine from Zhejiang. I'm about to go all over the country.

I've helped the poor, I've punished hooligans and bullies, and I've built this country with my own hands. I have seen the world change with my own eyes, and I have personally felt that the lives of ordinary people who are suffering from haha are getting better and better, which is all my contribution.

I have slaughtered the puppet army, killed the Japanese devils, and now I am going abroad to fight the American devils, no matter what the enemy is, I have never been afraid. Now who dares to say that I am a native hat? What haven't I seen?

Don't look at me right now, I can't wear good clothes, I can't eat good food, I can't live in a good house. But I dare to say that in a few decades, a life like me will not be in vain. That's all for this, I am also determined to join the army. Not joining the army is a wreck. ”

Watching the 'old machine gun' talk about the pride and pride he experienced, Zhou Qingfeng stayed for a while, he really never expected that this seemingly wooden big brother would be able to say such an extraordinary words.

To put it simply, joining the army changed the poor life of this peasant son, and he had no reason to refuse. (To be continued.) )