Why join the party? Because joining the party is a shortcut to upward promotion. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

No matter how good a big-headed soldier is, he has received a lot of awards for meritorious service, and he is at most a soldier king. If you want to establish greater military achievements, you must lead troops, and if you want to lead troops, how can you not join the party?

Now that he has arrived in North Korea, Zhou Qingfeng can't accept his fate. No matter how good a soldier is, it is the life of cannon fodder, and if he wants to live well, he must work hard to climb up.

Uncle Zhou is a person who has been the commander of the army, and he usually signs not 1,000 but 800 personnel appointment letters. He knows that the most important thing in promoting his subordinates is not talent, but whether this person is of the same heart as me. If this is not a heart, wouldn't it be more powerful and self-pitying?

Joining the party is to express one's attitude to one's superiors -- I am of the same mind as the organization.

However, the party members of the rabbit family are really not easy to enter. Especially in these war years, the identity of party members is expensive. For example, everyone has heard of the term 'joining the party in the line of fire', which is basically a reward for those who are about to become martyrs, in exchange for their lives.

Zhou Qingfeng's clever suggestions helped the people of the automobile transport regiment realize the role of air defense and camouflage for a period of time in advance, but his credit could not be exchanged for the identity of party members.

The advantage of party members is not so easy to take advantage of, although the political commissar of Lianli personally came to praise Zhou Qingfeng, but only gave him the status of a 'party activist', not even a probationary party member - want to join the party? It's up to you to perform next.

Paralyzed, everyone else is a pit father, Lao Tzu is a pit himself!

The weather is particularly cold, said to be the coldest winter in North Korea in recent decades, with temperatures approaching freezing at the end of October. Although Zhou Qingfeng has experienced a nuclear winter that has frozen thousands of miles, he has never run into the wilderness to march on foot in the nuclear winter!

You must know that even if Uncle Zhou is on an expedition to Baltimore in the wasteland, he takes a transport plane and has sufficient logistics support with a vehicle. And at the moment, the volunteer army has a diao hair, and the troops march on the two legs of the infantry.

March, march, march! The weather was cold, the roads were rotten, and the food was poor, but in this way the troops never stopped advancing.

During the headless march, the political commissar of the company suddenly stood on the side of the road and shouted: "Comrades, we have already discovered the enemy in 'Wenjing', and now we are only more than eighty miles away. Work hard, the Party Central Committee and Chairman Mao are watching us, we must win the battle! ”

Lying ......, the morale of the whole company was full after this shout. Everyone moved forward, forward, and continued to move forward as if they would never get tired.

The whole company marched in a hurry, and Zhou Qingfeng had to follow without stopping. It's just that he was howling in his heart: March, march, march, he hasn't stopped since he entered the court on the 19th. Lao Tzu can't stand twice as many ordinary people's physique, why can you walk better than me?

What Zhou Qingfeng could see was a hundred or so people in front of him, all of whom were wearing khaki cotton clothes, cotton hats with earmuffs, and a pair of rubber shoes under their feet.

Not to mention the slag of such military uniforms, many people's clothes are still very worn, for example, some people's shoes are perforated, and they are still walking around. The soldiers are all iron-footed, Zhou Qingfeng has always felt that he is quite able to endure hardships, but compared to them, he is a pampered young master.

Damn, I can't stand it, I'm going to stop. I'm going to kill the enemy, and I'd rather fight right away than leave.

Zhou Qingfeng touched his kettle, which was originally filled with boiling water, but now it was already cold and cold. But he didn't care whether it was cold or not, so he unscrewed the lid of the pot and poured it into his mouth. I poured it twice, ......, and I didn't even have any water.

It's a bird fight!

"Here, drink mine." The big man carrying the machine gun has been walking side by side with Zhou Qingfeng, and this guy has more weight than Zhou Qingfeng, but he has always maintained strong morale. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng's water had run out, he immediately handed over his kettle.

"Forget it, I'll bear with it." Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to be taken care of by others, and the corps commander had the self-esteem of the corps commander. He's a super soldier after all, and he can't be compared to anyone casually.

Uncle Zhou at this meeting was full of anger - Jin Da Fatty, you don't have much ability to fight a decrepit ghost, but you are full of skills. What kind of south stick do you have nothing to do when you're full? You hit the southern stick to provoke Eagle Sauce, but you want us to clean up the mess for you.

And the steel comrades of the Soviet Union are not a good thing, they acquiesce to the big fat man, but now when something happens, he hides aside and does not help, so that the flower planter can only fill it with his life. If you want to say that you can fill it with your life, you should give me some weapons and equipment. Even if it's an obsolete item from the Second World War!

Look at what the Volunteer Army has just used to enter the court? Japanese machinery. Ever heard of a country's army being armed with captures? The flower grower is.

There are not a few artillery pieces in an army, and they are all Japanese or American artillery with complex calibers. A 60 small mortar is a treasure heavy firepower, and there are only a few shells in this way.

It seemed that Zhou Qingfeng was resentful, and the big machine gun hit his arm with his own water bottle, and grinned: "Drink, there is still a long way to go." ”

Yes, there's still a long way to go.

Zhou Qingfeng, who had a dry mouth, finally couldn't help it, but still took the kettle and took a big sip. The icy water poured into his throat, and the burning throat finally felt better. And he didn't want to take advantage of others, "Give me your machine gun, and I'll carry it for you for a while." ”

"Hey......, don't, don't."

"Don't worry, you won't be able to break your precious machine gun. Isn't it just a crooked handle, this broken gun is very bad, I'll get you the American M2HB later, that thing is exciting. ”

The machine gun couldn't be twisted, so he gave the 'crooked handle' to Zhou Qingfeng. It's just that he heard Zhou Qingfeng say that his gun was rotten, and he was not happy, "This gun is very good, I think we didn't even have this thing in a battalion back then."

At that time, when the Japanese soldiers saw that the battle situation was wrong, they would rather destroy it than let us capture it, but it was not easy for me to get this machine gun, and it took several soldiers to get it, which was rare. ”

What a ghost, there are few good infantry equipment in little Japan, and there are a lot of trappers.

But Zhou Qingfeng couldn't say his complaints, he only felt that his nose was inexplicably sour. Such an inaccessible broken machine gun is still a hard-won treasure in the volunteer army -- how did we fight this battle? How can you push the invincible Americans back?

Lao Tzu wants to fight, Lao Tzu wants to capture, Lao Tzu doesn't want this broken weapon, Lao Tzu wants beautiful weapons. Lao Tzu would rather be tough than run around like this again.

The cold wind continued to blow in the face, and the physical strength of the soldiers under the high-intensity and rapid march decreased quickly, but everyone gritted their teeth and persevered. Some people began to stagger, but they still did not stop moving forward.

"Bring your gun, and I'll carry it for you."

"Stop talking nonsense. Come, I'll give you a hand. ”

"Work hard, has the hell come to Wenjing? Lao Tzu can't wait to kill the enemy! ”

Zhou Qingfeng soon had four or five more rifles on his body, and he also dragged a soldier who couldn't walk fast to move forward. He himself gritted his teeth and persevered, insisted and persisted, and persisted in the icy mountains of North Korea.

Until the end of the mountain road for dozens of miles, the whole company was cheering. Zhou Qingfeng realized that everyone was extremely tired, but they were extremely eager to fight, because only fighting could they rest.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was so tired that he broke out in a cold sweat, was also as hot as a fire when he entered the ambush position-Come ......, shit, no matter who you are? Let's have a good fight! (To be continued.) )