During the two or three days of training in Shandong, Xia Yuan trained very hard, teaching the soldiers the basic martial arts routines, and at the same time learning shooting skills with Pinghe.

"When you shoot, three points and one line, breathe softly, concentrate all your attention on the enemy."

That is, when he asked Pinghe for advice on shooting skills, he talked the most, and he held his own gun on weekdays and rarely spoke.

He applied to Wu Qianli for target training, and only shot three bullets, increasing his proficiency by thirty points. Upgrading to master requires ten thousand bullets, and it's no wonder that a qualified sniper needs to pile up with thousands of bullets.

During this period, Xia Yuan's marksmanship has also improved by leaps and bounds, and he has far surpassed the vast majority of veterans, after all, he is a man with a system, he compresses his sleeping time, only sleeps for three or four hours a day, and practices shooting the rest of the time.

The tense training time passed quickly, and a large number of soldiers were gathered on the old platform, totaling tens of thousands of soldiers, all of whom were volunteers of the Ninth Corps, who got on the train to drive Korea to participate in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.

【Aiming Mastery (35101/100000)】

When he left, his aiming mastery had reached 35,000, and he was still 65,000 years away from improving, and he believed that on the battlefield of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea, this proficiency would improve even faster.

The moment he got on the train and lay on the bed, his tense spirit relaxed, and Xia Yuan fell into a deep sleep.

Lei Suisheng looked at Xia Yuan, who was falling asleep quickly, and said to Yu Congrong beside him: "Xia Yuan is tired from this period of training. ”

Yu Congrong nodded: "No, if you don't train, you can't do it, if you don't train, you will wait for death." ”

During this time, the soldiers of the Seventh Company watched this guy train, only slept three or four hours a day, and when they got up, they carried out various trainings, especially the training of aiming and shooting.

This recruit is very strong and hardworking.

I don't know how long I slept, but it seemed to be night again.

The team had already crossed the border and set off again without much rest, Xia Yuan didn't wake up, and Wu Qianli knew that Xia Yuan was tired, so he didn't call him.

Hurriedly got out of the car, hurried on.

The train departs again, and soon crosses the Yalu River.

Lei Suisheng looked at the sleeping Xia Yuan and took a puff of his cigarette gun, "This kid is still sleeping, he has slept all day, there should be no problem sleeping like this." ”

Pinghe held the gun, "It's just tired." ”

Yu Congrong swallowed melon seeds, "I can really sleep." ”

Pinghe stared at him: "You can pull it down, which battle ended before, it wasn't you who snored the loudest." ”

Yu Congrong was exposed to his shortcomings, pinched a melon seed and smashed it at Pinghe.

Wu Wanli sat on the side and smirked.

Wu Qianli sat in the room with his head bored, looking at a piece of paper in front of him, "More than 100 people, more than 60 cotton clothes, it's not enough at all." ”

Mei Sheng said in a heavy voice, "The number of cotton clothes is scarce, and when they are divided into various companies, there will always be some people who can't wear them. ”

"That's the only way to do it."

Wu Qianli thought about it and nodded.

In the northeast, they did not have much supplies, especially the cotton clothes that were in short supply, and after going north, the weather became colder and colder.

"Xia Yuan, Xia Yuan."

The hazy Xia Yuan felt that someone was pushing him, and his mind was dizzy, and this sleep was as if he had slept for a century.

The eyelids are more like a piece of lead hanging on them, extremely heavy, unable to open their eyes, their mental head is blurred, and their headaches are splitting.

After a long pause, he opened his eyes, and in the dimly lit stuffy tank carriage, a group of warriors gathered around his window, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that they were awake.

"I... How long did I sleep. ”

The voice was hoarse, the stomach was shriveled, and the hunger pangs came, making a cooing sound.

"You've slept all day, and we're almost on the Yalu River."

It was Yu Congrong who spoke, he was holding a bowl of batter and two roasted potatoes, spitting out white mist, "If it weren't for you still breathing, we would all think you were dead, touching your heart, and beating." If you don't jump, you can only find a place to bury you first. Hungry, eat. ”

Xia Yuan, who had just woken up, was indeed hungry, but he was still a little surprised to hear that he had slept all day. Eating batter, holding the Type 38 rifle in his arms, he seriously thought about why he slept all day.

Is it the sequelae of the crossing, or is there a different world that is not adapted? Or maybe he trained too hard when he was training in Shandong.

Forget it, don't want to.

After eating the batter and eating the roasted potatoes with the skin, my stomach was a little more comfortable, and I felt that the air was a little cold.

Only then did he realize that Yu Congrong had just said that they were about to arrive at the Yalu River!!

Xia Yuan's gaze swept over the soldiers in the carriage, only some of the soldiers were wearing thick cotton clothes, and the other soldiers were still wearing warm clothes from Zhejiang.

He frowned, and immediately thought of something. The number of cotton clothes at Ji'an Station is also insufficient, and there are nearly 10,000 people from the Ninth Corps transported on the entire stuffy tank army train, and no matter how many cotton clothes there are at Ji'an Station, they cannot meet the needs of the entire Seventh Penetration Company, and they are assigned to other companies, and there will always be some people in each company who cannot wear cotton clothes.

"There is still a chance, the really cold is the area of Changjin Lake, when the Battle of Changjin Lake broke out, it was rare to encounter a rare low temperature weather in fifty years, and there was a blizzard, the temperature in other parts of North Korea is acceptable, just make sure to find more warm clothes before arriving at Changjin Lake!"

At this time, the brain from the future world came into play again.

The most difficult point of the Battle of Changjin Lake is the weather, especially in the area of Changjin Lake, at high altitude, the minimum temperature can be as low as minus 40 degrees Celsius, and even the barrel of the gun can be frozen and deformed. The bad weather and the unsuitable weapons and equipment also caused the volunteers in the Changjin Lake Battle to not play their full strength, which led to the successful breakthrough of the 1st Marine Division of the US Army from the encirclement.

He can't go to the great man and say that he is a traverser, right?

"The Battle of Changjin Lake started from the end of November to December, and now it is only early November, and there are still one or two dozen days to go, during this period it is estimated that they will fight guerrillas with the US army, Commander Song and Mr. Peng estimate that the Battle of Changjin Lake is being arranged, people are not as good as the sky, and the weather in Changjin Lake is biased towards the US army."

Xia Yuan tightened his clothes, constantly thinking about useful information in his heart, and his perennial martial arts practice did not make him feel unusually cold.

He didn't know much about the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, but he had watched the Changjin Lake movie and learned about the pioneering work of the Seventh Interspersed Company in the Battle of Changjin Lake, which was his wealth.

"Yalu River, Yalu River has arrived."

At this time, there was a commotion in the carriage, and a meandering, wide river appeared in the half-hidden muffled tank door.

The cold wind blew in, and the warriors stood in the doorway, their hands in their sleeves, their feet and their heads open.

Yu Congrong was the closest to the door, and shouted in his mouth: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, everyone has a share." ”

Retracting his gaze, Xia Yuan swept over the carriage, and there were twenty more radio stations and several translators in the small carriage.

"Brother Yuan, this is Zhang Xiaoshan, you got on the train at the station, you slept all the way, and the company commander didn't call you, I saw the person killed in the bomb at the station." Wu Wanli lay on the head of the bed, said with a scared face, and then said to Zhang Xiaoshan beside him: "This is Xia Yuan, the company commander asked me to ask him to call Brother Yuan, he knows martial arts, and even my brother can't beat him." ”

Zhang Xiaoshan is very young, and his face is still immature: "Brother Yuan is good." ”

"Don't call me Brother Yuan, just call me Comrade Xia."

Xia Yuan got out of the car, and he thought of a very important thing, "Your brother didn't kill him, and the people who often fight on the battlefield really want to fight, I'm afraid it's not your brother's opponent." ”

In the movie, after the train crosses the Yalu River Bridge, the railway in front of it is being damaged by the enemy and is being repaired, and at this time, US planes will come to blow up the bridge.

There were a lot of supplies in the car, and I had to do something about it.

Xia Yuan knew that he couldn't change the overall situation, but it should still be okay to do some small things.