The heavens start from Changjin Lake

In mid-July, after receiving the order to march to the northeastern border defense, the military leaders, together with the department, political and rear leaders, immediately held an emergency meeting to study how to ideologically mobilize the comrades who were ready to demobilize, and to study the options for moving the defense and marching.

It was decided at the meeting that the deputy division commanders of each division and relevant personnel from military agencies would go to Northeast China to set up front stations in advance.

Other personnel then took a train to Northeast China.

In this way, after the first group of people arrived in the Northeast, they immediately began to dispatch troops to the Northeast.

In late July, the troops participating in land reclamation and production in Nanhe rushed to the Northeast from the production station at starry night. They assembled a battalion and marched one battalion, and assembled a regiment and marched one regiment.

There are many veterans who live on both sides of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River. They have been away from their hometowns for many years. They thought that their lives would be settled and they would return to their hometowns to see their relatives after the production tasks were basically completed. Unexpectedly, the situation changed and they had no time to return. I don’t even have time to visit my relatives at home and even write letters.

Pack up your weapons and equipment and follow the large army to the train station.

After getting on the train, we headed north without hesitation.

This journey is not a secret operation in the military. Yangshen is the political and economic center of Northeast China and the capital of Ningliao Province adjacent to North Korea. I traveled on the train for several days and spent a short time in Yangshen. of rest.

Offset prints about the Korean War were posted everywhere in the streets and alleys of Yangshen's towns. The people in Yangshen who gathered around these offset prints showed concern for the Korean War on their faces.

The bugler outside ordered that after using the toilet, no wandering outside was allowed.

Coupled with strict discipline, everyone went to the toilet hastily in the grass behind the railway and returned to the stuffy pot without stopping.

There was a hot and stuffy feeling in the car. Fortunately, we were driving some distance to the north and the weather was not as hot as in Nanhe. Even so, there was still a stuffy feeling in the car.

The sun was sinking in July and August, but the temperature was still 27 or 8 degrees Celsius, turning the stuffy pot into an oven. When the train started earlier, the door was opened a crack and the wind blew in, which was okay.

Now stop, there is no wind, and the temperature is getting higher and higher.

Old Liu took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's really hot today. How long are we going to stay here?"

"I don't know, just wait." Instructor Hu sat on the mattress, a little listless.

Xia Yuan reached out and touched the iron sheet. It was hot to his hands. He estimated that the surface temperature was enough to fry an egg.

Fortunately, they did not wait too long, and the train started moving. This time, they were sent directly to the defense area of ​​the 38th Army, which was responsible for guarding the northeastern border. The superiors had prepared some villages for each regiment and battalion. stationed.

On the second day after being stationed, the troops carried out daily training.

Including physical fitness, fighting, climbing, shooting, grappling and other various events.

In the evening, as the sun set, instructor Hu convened another meeting of the company to carry out ideological and political work of hating the American emperor. The superiors called the American emperor a paper tiger.

What are paper tigers? They look fierce and arrogant, but when you go up to fight them with real swords and guns, they are just like paper, breaking into pieces at a single stroke.

At this moment, all the officers and soldiers had not thought that they would enter the DPRK and participate in the war.

Xia Yuan was still young, and many soldiers in the company regarded Xia Yuan as a new recruit. Captain Sun gave Xia Yuan a gun, but not bullets, and asked the elder Liu to teach him how to aim and shoot.

I just didn't expect that on the first day of teaching Xia Yuan, the elder Liu was directly shocked.

The guns they issued were Japanese Type 38 guns. After the Japanese surrendered in 1945, they left a large number of Type 38 guns and a large amount of equipment for the People's Liberation Army. As for the Kuomintang, with the support of the United States, their The weapons and equipment are much more luxurious than those of the People's Liberation Army.

Xia Yuan is very familiar with the 38-position. During the Jinling Massacre, he used the Japanese Japanese's 38-position.

Pull the bolt, aim, and pull the trigger, all in one swift movement.

Old Liu asked in shock: "Can you shoot?"

Xia Yuan put away his gun and nodded: "I know how to shoot. The Japanese's 38-style. I picked up this kind of gun when I was running for my life, so I learned it systematically."

Elder Liu was in a state of shock at this moment. He didn't expect Xia Yuan to pull the bolt and fire so quickly.

"Being able to shoot is different from being able to hit. Many soldiers can shoot, but they are not good at marksmanship unless they have undergone target shooting training." Old Liu looked at Xia Yuan's proud smile and couldn't help but remind him: "You still have to go through live ammunition shooting. After two days, I will go to the company commander to apply."

Xia Yuan smiled and said nothing.

"The next step is to conduct bombing training." Old Liu took Xia Yuan to the bombing training ground. This was an open space where many soldiers from the third company were conducting bombing training.

The soldiers held wooden hand grenade models and threw them hard into the distance. Xia Yuan estimated the throwing distance of everyone. After systematic training, some soldiers could throw it forty or fifty meters, and some sixty or seventy meters, but few, eight or nine. There are fewer than ten meters, at least not seen in the third company.

"Throwing training is simple. It's simple because you can throw the grenade casually. The only difficulty is how you can throw the grenade to the target. This is the most difficult." Liu walked to a wooden table Next to him, there was a wooden hand grenade model on the table. He picked up a grenade and handed it to Xia Yuan, and said babbledly:

"Some fighters can throw very accurately within 10 to 20 meters, but when the distance is far, the accuracy is not enough, and it is difficult to hit the target. However, there are also some fighters who have greatly improved their hit rate after long-term throwing training."

"Our cooking class rarely goes to the battlefield, and the requirements in this regard are not very strict."

During the War of Liberation, it was rare that a company or an organized battalion was wiped out.

But in the Korean battlefield, too many companies were wiped out in their entirety.

Some troops have no complete organizational structure below the battalion level.

Da Lao Liu was wrong about this.

It is estimated that he has not thought that they will go to the Korean battlefield in the future to fight against the US military with luxurious weapons and equipment and fierce firepower.

Xia Yuan held the wooden hand grenade model and listened carefully to Liu's chatter.

When the conversation changed, Liu pointed to a pit thirty meters away and said, "It's very simple. There are twenty grenades here. You throw them first. Throw these grenades into the pit thirty meters away."

The elder Liu decided to increase Xia Yuan's strength. He dug medium-sized holes every five meters right in front of the wooden table. If accuracy was required, he would throw wooden grenade models into these holes. .

Without systematic training, it would be difficult to fall into a pit the size of a footbath at 20 meters, let alone 30 meters.

Old Liu just wanted to knock off the smug boy's complacency just now.

"Thirty meters?"

Xia Yuan raised his head and looked at the distance. If he threw it casually at such a distance, he could hit it.

"Thirty meters is far enough. Don't think about the pits further away." Old Liu stared at Xia Yuan's thin arms and legs.

Xia Yuan took a look and saw that there were sixteen large pits in total. The limit was almost eighty meters. Very few warriors could throw eighty meters. Even if they could, they would try their best and there was no guarantee. It can be thrown eighty meters every time.

Moreover, with this kind of extreme power, accuracy is difficult to guarantee.

Xia Yuan weighed the weight of the wooden handle grenade model. There was a certain gap between the weight of the wooden handle grenade and the weight of the real grenade, but this did not affect it. "I'll teach you how to throw a bomb first. The posture of throwing a bomb is very simple." Old Liu stood next to Xia Yuan, holding the wooden grenade model, and just assumed a posture of throwing a grenade.

But when Xia Yuan flicked his hand, the wooden grenade model in his hand flew out, drawing a high parabola under the hot sunshine. The parabola was too high. Old Liu stood there in shock, not even seeing clearly. Where does the grenade model end up.

"Wait." Old Liu called to Xiao Heping next to him: "Xiao Wazi, come here."

Xiao Heping was at the throwing spot nearby. He heard the sound and ran over, "What's up, monitor?"

"Go and see where this kid has been thrown." Old Liu pointed at Xia Yuan.

"Okay." Xiao Heping ran forward and started to search. He searched the nearby area within 30 meters, but did not find a grenade model. He stood there and shook his head at Liu, indicating that he had not found it.

The elder Liu glanced at Xia Yuan in astonishment and shouted, "Look further away."

Xiao Heping ran to search near the forty potholes, but still couldn't find it.

This made the elder Liu a little shocked. He left Xia Yuan and ran over to search with Xiao Heping.

They looked for something near fifty meters, then sixty meters, then seventy meters, then eighty meters, until they saw a wooden hand grenade model in the pit at ninety meters.

Instructor Hu is accompanying Captain Sun and the soldiers of the Third Company to sweat on the playground.

The sun sets in the west, dusk fills half of the sky, the weather is still hot, and the soldiers' training is in full swing and they are carrying out special physical training.

The soldiers in the second row were engaged in fighting competition.

The third platoon was rock climbing, and the cooking class should be preparing lunch at this point. When instructor Hu turned his head, he saw the elders Liu and Xiao Heping running over with the new soldiers who had joined the company.

The elder Liu and Xiao Heping were sweating profusely while running, with strange expressions on their faces. The elder Liu ran to instructor Hu, grabbed a wooden hand grenade model, and said without caring about breathing: "Instructor, company commander, no Wow, it’s amazing, Xia Yuan, Xia Yuan, he threw the furthest distance of our company."

"What the hell."

Instructor Hu and Company Commander Sun were confused and had no idea what was going on.

The elder Liu sighed with relief and said with an exaggerated expression: "Xia Yuan, he threw the grenade ninety meters!"

Instructor Hu and Company Commander Sun's minds were buzzing, and they turned to look at the thin Xia Yuan. They were surprised and shocked. Company Commander Sun shook his head: "It's impossible, ninety meters. Not to mention our company, no one in our regiment can throw it ninety meters." ."

Ninety meters, how far is that?

The farthest record of their regiment was thrown eighty-three meters, by a rough guy from the Third Battalion.

The second place was Captain Sun, from the Five Great Three Villages. He was very powerful and could throw it seventy-nine meters away. However, he was injured earlier and the throwing distance was not as good as before.

They heard something now, a little man, thrown ninety meters.

Their first thought was that it was impossible.

That in itself is an incredible thing.

"Throw it, throw it away quickly." Old Liu had long expected that the company commander and instructor would not believe it, so he held the grenade model specifically to make Xia Yuan cover up.

Of course, Xia Yuan would not hide it and reveal his strength, which would be beneficial to the next battle.

He held the grenade model and threw it hard. The grenade drew a high parabola in the sky, causing many training soldiers to stop and look up.

The grenade flew high and far until it landed in a patch of grass.

Several soldiers in the third row stood up and ran over to find the grenade model in the grass. They stood there with expressions of disbelief.

"This, this must be a hundred meters away, right?"

"Are you kidding? This was lost by the little man?"

"Little man" is what they call Xia Yuan. Xia Yuan is not tall, only 1.6 meters tall. He is considered a small man in the company. The soldiers in the company are basically about 1.75 meters tall.

Many of them were warriors from the Northeast. They were tall. Looking at Xia Yuan, he looked like a skinny monkey.

He never expected that he could throw a grenade such a long distance.

The expressions of Captain Sun and Instructor Hu were frozen, and they looked very shocked.

The elder Liu said: "Look, I'm not lying. This kid can really throw it so far. Not only that, he also accurately threw it into a pit of 90 meters."

Captain Sun raised his hand: "Stop talking, look at the distance first."

Since they did not have measuring tools, they measured the distance by walking, which was about one meter per step, and they walked about a hundred steps.

At this time, the soldiers from the third company crowded over and stopped training. They were all calculating the distance of this kid throwing the grenade.

"It's 100 meters, oh my god, it will just break the record of our 38th Army."

According to the records of the 38th Army, the furthest distance a grenade could be thrown was only 87 meters.

One hundred meters is beyond the explosion range of a grenade. The maximum speed of a thrown grenade is usually about 20 meters per second. Unless the force is strong enough to increase the flight speed of the grenade, the grenade may fly to a distance of one hundred meters without falling. There has been an explosion.

How many meters it is thrown and where it explodes are two different concepts.

Xia Yuan threw a grenade, and it exploded accurately over the enemy's head at a distance of about 110 meters. This was because his strength exceeded that of ordinary people, and the grenade he threw flew faster than the grenade thrown by others.

However, many people still found it unbelievable that the thin Xia Yuan could throw a hundred meters away.

Soon, this incident alerted the battalion headquarters.

Then, like water flowing into a ditch, the first battalion commander was sure that Xia Yuan had really thrown it a hundred meters away, and immediately reported the matter to the regimental commander.

The group leader brought people down and continued the test.

This incident also attracted people from other camps to come and watch. Even though the sky was dark and it was meal time, no one was ready to eat. They all gathered on the playground where grenades were thrown.

At this time, Xia Yuan had thrown it four times, and the fifth time he threw it, he was still able to throw it more than a hundred meters away, which was amazing. (End of chapter)