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Chapter 4 Zhang Xiaoshan (Revised)
After a brief rest, Qilian boarded the train again and set off.

Wu Qianli was in the carriage, counting various equipment and supplies with Mei Sheng: "Is there enough food?"

Mei Sheng looked at the list: "Each soldier carried two marching food carriers. There are sorghum rice, fried noodles, potatoes, and there are extras in the car. It is enough."

Wu Qianli asked again: "Where is the padded jacket?"

"The regiment said it was ready in the Northeast, and you can pick it up when you arrive."

"Where is Sten Jiujiu?"

"They're all here, a total of eighteen!"

"Water drops?"

"It has been sent to the soldiers."

"Where's the bazooka?"

Lei Gong heard it: "It's here. Both of them have been well maintained."

Wu Qianli nodded, expressing his reassurance.

Counting the days, they have been on the train for three days. They don't know when the war will be fought, but they all know that the war may be coming soon.

Wu Wanli asked, "Brother, where are we going?"

Wu Qianli popped out two words: "Northeast."

Lei Gong was also puzzled: "The leader hasn't mentioned the specific place until now?"

"No." Wu Qianli shook his head.

At the junction of the carriages, Mei Sheng walked in and added: "The head of the regiment said, let's go to Shenyang first."

All the soldiers looked at him one after another.

Immediately after the train left, Mei Sheng quickly received an order from the regiment to get the combat deployment and orders of various ministries.

He held a copied telegram in his hand, handed it to Wu Qianli, and said solemnly: "The telegram sent by the military headquarters at [-] o'clock in the evening, the division headquarters will send it after confirmation, saying that it is going to Shenyang, where you can get winter clothes Cotton clothes. The specific target is still not mentioned in the battle plan.”

Although they didn't know where they were going, they knew that the train would keep going north.

When the train stopped again, it was already three days later.

The temperature in the north dropped significantly without the people on the train noticing.

"Company commander, I heard that the north is very cold, and the coldest night can reach minus [-] degrees." Gao Fei began to encourage Wu Qianli, hoping to ask for more cotton coats.

Most of the soldiers of the Seventh Company were from the south. From the south to the north, many came in single clothes, and they were shivering at the border.

Wu Qianli felt that what Gao Fei said was true, and immediately asked the stationmaster of the train station for more cotton-padded clothes and trousers.

"Company commander, do you have any extra cotton and rags? Let the soldiers sew some gloves and socks. If the frostbite is severe, it will also reduce the combat effectiveness."

"A group of big old men show flower needles, ordinary people can't do it. Leave it to me." Lei Gong heard this, and took over the sewing work.

He has already thought of all possible solutions, and Gao Fei tried his best to persuade Wu Qianli to let the soldiers prepare for the cold in advance.

Yu Congrong didn't care, "Masters, I'm still afraid of the cold. In winter, we go into the water shirtless to take a bath."

This is not a bragging point. Some places in the south are indeed not that cold. They could never have imagined that in future battlefields, many people would not be beaten to death by the enemy, but frozen to death.

Gao Fei himself speaks lightly, and the scope of persuasion is very small. Basically, the people in Qilian are the ones who can be persuaded.

He also reported this situation to other company and battalion commanders, but the order to enter the DPRK was issued very quickly, and the time was too tight. Many soldiers did not realize how cold it was on the other side of the river. few.

In Shenyang, the train basically didn't stop much, and continued to go north.

At this time, someone finally felt that something was wrong.

They all know where wars are fought in the north, because the first batch of volunteers have already joined forces with the U.S. Army, so they are already the second batch of troops to enter the DPRK.

Ji'an Station is already the border, not far from the Yalu River.

When the train arrived at the station, Gao Fei could see that more than a dozen green leather trains had already stopped, and soldiers with live nuclear bombs were everywhere, getting on and off the train and carrying supplies.

In the station, a mountain of supplies was neatly placed under the shelters.

All the troops are busy, but they are calm.

The solemn atmosphere made this place look a little more rigorous than the previous training station.

Wu Qianli got off the train with Qilian.

On the platform, personnel from the station site came to dock:
"Are you from the Seventh Interlude Company?"

"Yes." Qianli saluted, and then shook hands: "The seventh interlude company commander Wu Qianli!"

"I'm the deputy station master of the railway station, and I'm waiting for you."

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with an empty sleeve hanging on his right body, "Sorry, I can't pay back."

Wu Qianli said, "Sorry."

The deputy station master said, "It's all right."

He beckoned everyone to go forward: "I mainly hoard some supplies and equipment here, and I was ordered to get in your car and take them away together."

Then he said: "Because it is a secret operation, you have to take off all the marks on your body and hand it in."

Wu Qianli nodded, and ordered to the Qilian behind: "Take off the cap badge and medals on your body, and hand them in!"

"Yes!"

One by one, the soldiers took off their identification markings.

The deputy station master said again: "You have to send someone to take inventory and hand it over to the office."

Mei Sheng said, "I'll go."

Wu Qianli nodded: "Okay. The others follow me to get the equipment."

While walking, Wu Qianli looked at the sleeves of the deputy station master that had been fluttering in the wind, and couldn't help asking: "Station master, may I ask, where did you lose your arm?"

The deputy station chief said generously: "Jin Zhou."

Wu Qianli saluted immediately: "Old squad leader!"

"You can pull it down, don't get close to me, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Didn't you hear that it's cold on the other side of the river? I want to order more cotton coats."

The deputy station master cast a glance at them: "Your cotton coats are too thin, why don't you collar them in Shen Yang's corner?"

"Isn't that enough!"

"Okay, I still have some cotton coats here. It's really cold on the other side of the river. You may not know that you can freeze into popsicles when you stand up and urinate."

He's telling the truth, sometimes, shitting in the snow, if you don't do it in time, you might freeze your ass on the ground.

At this time, the correspondent ran over: "Instructor, the superior ordered that your seventh company transport [-] radio stations into the DPRK."

Correspondents delivered the latest instructions.

"Yes, the task is guaranteed to be completed!"

Mei Sheng took the order and stuffed the map into his pocket.

……

This place is not far from the Yalu River, and you can smell the smell of gunpowder.

Next to the train station is a material warehouse, which is said to have been blown up by a stray shell, leaving ruins all over the place.

Because of curiosity, Wu Wanli insisted on dragging Gao Fei in to have a look.

So, they saw several corpses.

Some were missing arms, some were missing legs, and even one had half of his head blown off.

It was the first time seeing this kind of scene, not to mention Wu Wanli who had never seen the world, Gao Fei also felt cruel and disgusting.

A young man of seventeen or eighteen, his face red with cold, had just crawled out of the ruins of the explosion.

"What's your name?" Gao Fei asked casually.

"Zhang Xiaoshan."

"These people are...?" Wu Wanli pointed to the corpses.

"My squad leader...we are here to deliver supplies, and we agreed to go back after delivering the quilts..."

Zhang Xiaoshan's face was covered with ashes, and his voice trembled and sobbed.

This may be the battlefield, bullets and shells have no eyes.

Only those lucky enough to survive.

"I'll take you to our company commander first."

Gao Fei took Zhang Xiaoshan to find Wu Qianli.

Wu Qianli couldn't make a decision, so he quickly reported the matter.

A class of logistics soldiers was gone, and the superior simply put Zhang Xiaoshan into the seventh company.

Zhang Xiaoshan is less than this year, younger than Wu Wanli, so he became the smallest soldier in the Seventh Company.

(End of this chapter)