Traveler Major League

Chapter 210 Soldiers
The conversation with Tian Bowen made Wang Zenglun unable to calm down the fluctuations in his heart for a long time, and he had no sleep all night.

Wang Zenglun thought of the Qin army who chased down the enemy with its head, and the undisciplined Ming army with the head of a fellow villager, but it was more of a concentration camp in Germany during World War II with billowing smoke, with piles of luggage, jewelry, and bones. .

"No, absolutely not like this." Wang Zenglun sat up, wiped the cold sweat from his head with his sleeves, and the eastern sun had already risen.

Wang Zenglun didn't see Tian Bowen when he got up in the morning. Tian Bowen left much earlier than he thought. As he said before, he was busy with work and was more tired than 996.

After bidding farewell to Village Chief Li Kun, Wang Zenglun continued on his journey to Caoshi stronghold.

As the distance gets closer, there are more and more pedestrian buildings on the road. Similar to the buildings I have seen before, the Caoshi stronghold here has a stronger military color. The bastion was even bigger, and most of the outer streets were mixed civil-engineering buildings. At first glance, it looked a bit like a trading base during the westward movement of the United States, with soldiers mainly equipped with rifles and artillery sandwiched in it.

"Stand at attention, take a rest, and look forward."

More than 30 heavily armed soldiers lined up in three rows of small squares, and at the front was a young officer in his twenties.

"Hello, Professor Wang Zenglun Wang." The officer stepped forward and said loudly: "I have received news that you are coming more than ten days ago. I have been waiting for a long time. The journey is smooth? By the way, my name is Zhang Gouer , the current Caoshi stronghold guard battalion instructor, responsible for docking with you."

"Hello, Instructor Zhang." Wang Zenglun responded to this enthusiastic officer, holding hands together felt rough and strong, and his first feeling was that he was a good soldier.

There may be a huge difference between soldiers and soldiers. The regular army of the people's army here is completely different from the militia in Zhanglou Village before. It is not in terms of weapons and armor, but in an inherent temperament.

Wang Zenglun also visited the militia training in the local armed forces in China. Later, he came into contact with the regular army and militia organizations in many countries. The spirit and discipline of the soldiers cannot be faked. This is the inner decision of the military spirit. of.

The furnishings in the barracks are extremely simple. A few concrete buildings are only used as fortifications. The housing and dormitories are all made of civil buildings, which are very old-fashioned. Tables, stools and other furniture are not painted, it is completely original wood grain color.

"Materials are in short supply, so these can only make do." Zhang Gouer watched Wang Zenglun look around, picked up the bench and stroked the rough cut on it, a little embarrassed.

"It will get better and better." Wang Zenglun said, Zhang Gou'er nodded, revealing two rows of big teeth.

"They are fighting with bayonets? Instructor Zhang, can you introduce this place?"

"Professor Wang, yes, now is the time for their company to train. If the team is not on duty, they usually get up at dawn, wash up, do morning exercises for an hour, eat breakfast, and then have two hours of training and two hours of politics. class, then lunch, another hour break, followed by two hours of culture class, two hours of sports, dinner, singing entertainment and group meetings."

"Basically that's it, now they're training, now we're all using rifles, it's a lot less training than before."

"It seems that this class is an excellent shooting class, so this shooting red flag is hung. Normally, as long as anyone who wins honor in a certain aspect of the competition, there will be a mobile small red flag reward."

"Over there is the cultural room. All the soldiers in our current team can read and write." Zhang Gou'er was very proud of this achievement. Seeing that Wang Zenglun didn't seem to respond, he repeated twice, "The least of us can read and write." Can read more than [-] words."

Hearing Zhang Gouer's accentuated tone, Wang Zenglun paid attention: "Is everyone literate?"

"That's, literacy. How can you understand documents if you can't read? How can you give orders if you can't read? Look there, they are studying tactics." Zhang Gou'er pointed to the ten soldiers in a circle and said, among them was a On the sand table, mountains, rivers, towns and fortresses are all available, and they point to the soldier models in it for discussion; the soldiers on the other side are surrounded by a hanging picture, some of which are like a modern calendar, with pictures and words in it.

Wang Zenglun only recognized the above content when he got closer. It was a colorful modern printed matter, pictures of soldiers and weapons of the Ming army, vivid and vivid, "Who are you?"

"We always want to liberate the common people of the Ming Dynasty, let the soldiers get to know each other so that they can know themselves and the enemy. Not only the Ming army, but also the Mongolian and Northeast Tartars, but it is enough to know the general situation. We have guns, and we have a good relationship with them. The difference in weapon technology.”

Wang Zenglun wandered around in this full of flat land. In addition to these ornaments, sand tables and other materials, there were also world topographic maps and mannequins. These ordinary soldiers learned a lot.

He even saw albums of heavy weapons such as modern firearms, artillery, missiles, tanks, and airplanes that Zhang Gou'er hadn't actively introduced, and even a few soldiers were still there discussing the significance of tanks in front of missiles and other issues. Wang Zenglun was very surprised. You must know that the rifles these soldiers carried were the original single-shot breech-loading guns loaded with paper shells.

"Except for the slightly backward weapons and equipment, these soldiers are not inferior to modern troops in mental outlook at all." Wang Zenglun thought.

The subsequent scene made Wang Zenglun firmly believe in his previous judgment. This place is more like the legendary army.

There are blackboard newspapers on the back of many dormitories, just like the shabby school buildings in Wang Zenglun's junior high school and high school. The content written on these blackboard newspapers is varied, and a committee composed of these fighters is responsible for updating them regularly.

Including Spring and Autumn World's news bulletins, such as the fishing industry near the west coast has reached a new record, a large number of mineral deposits have been discovered in the east, the new cement factory has expanded its production, instructions on how to use personal radio stations, basic principles of electricity, and so on.

There are also lyrics and sheet music for some new songs that I want to learn to sing. Although Wang Zenglun can't read the sheet music, the writing is obviously modern and common. The English alphabet seems to have been integrated with the Chinese characters. For example, the number of the blackboard newspaper starts with a capitalized English letter + composed of Arabic numerals.

In addition to these professional blackboard writing with neat fonts, the crooked fonts and the praise and criticism columns that look like ordinary soldiers are the most interesting to Wang Zenglun.

The praise column mainly writes to praise a certain virtue of a certain person, such as a certain person's enthusiasm for helping a certain comrade, taking the initiative to do good things and so on.

In the criticism column, there are shortcomings such as that such and such does not wash socks frequently, such and such is sloppy in learning, etc., in order to let everyone supervise and correct them publicly. Comrade so-and-so picky eaters and so on.

Seeing this, Wang Zenglun felt that these soldiers were real people, and they also had joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys.

The worry in Wang Zenglun's heart was unknowingly washed away a lot.

(End of this chapter)