Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 483: What's the point of arguing about patrols?
When Yang Xiaole arrived at the place, he originally just wanted to come and see how the coal was loaded.

If the coal were lit and placed directly on the enamel basin, it would probably burn the enamel basin.

But after arriving there, I realized how much I worried.

The other party prepared ceramic basins, one for each person, which were not weight-bearing.

This is a truck.

There were a lot of pottery basins tied up with hemp ropes on the side, and many of them were broken.

There was a pile of coal on the car.

Director Chen was standing nearby.

Seeing him coming, he smiled and asked, "Which tent are you in?"

"Number 3!"

This is an internal number.

Director Chen nodded and said to a young man next to him, "Register, one basin for each team in Baishan Commune."

After registering, the other party went to the side and got a basin and handed it to him.

Motioned to him to load things into the car.

Yang Xiaole took the things and went to the car.

The other party used a shovel to shovel the pottery basin until it was almost full, and then stopped.

Yang Xiaole stood there and didn't leave, watching others shoveling things there.

I asked Director Chen curiously, "Director Chen, this coal is burning in the tent. What if there is carbon monoxide poisoning? It could be fatal."

Carbon monoxide poisoning is no joke.

Many people of this era don’t know about this. Even in the 90s and s, such accidents still happened frequently.

It was briefly mentioned in high school courses, but few people paid attention to it.

Director Chen smiled when he heard this. "I know. Look for a tent that is airtight. The curtain at the door is ventilated. Nothing will go wrong."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole thought about it for a moment.

Also.

This type of tent cannot be sealed, especially at the door, the wind is very strong.

But Director Chen still smiled and said, "You educated youth are really educated! I heard those experts mention the one or something when I came here."

Then he said, "But you're right. I'll ask them to be more careful. In the past, we have studied various methods to deal with wartime situations. This earthenware basin is one of them. Don't break it. When the time is over, return it to them and use it next time."

After hearing what he said, Yang Xiaole didn't say anything.

I’ve heard people say before that in fact, all kinds of unexpected situations will occur during various drills, but they are not known to the public.

If something really happened, they would definitely keep their mouth shut.

Director Chen looked at him and said, "This is a training exercise held by the city, and there are quite a lot of people. We had a training exercise in 64, when the militia had a big competition, but there weren't so many people. We are old, and you are young and full of drive. You should seize the opportunity when you get it, but at the same time, don't show off too much."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole looked at the other party and saw him looking around.

Thinking there was some inside story, he asked curiously, "Director Chen, is there something special about this training?"

This made Director Chen burst out laughing: "No, there can be no inside information. Okay, go back. You can still rest for a while. It will probably be very noisy here at night."

Yang Xiaole smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go back first!"

After saying hello, he returned to his tent carrying the pottery basin.

He lifted the curtain at the entrance of the tent and went straight in.

At this time, the bedding inside had been made out and many people had already hidden in their beds.

There was about one meter of white space between the door and the bed. The snow had been cleared away, leaving only a layer of mud and ice mixed together.

Feng Aijun was sitting on the bed near the door.

Seeing him come in, he said, "Xiao Le, Captain Xie said that he wants to keep two people on duty at night. I want you to arrange someone! They must be able to shoot a gun."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded.

This is to choose him!
Because there were previous regulations that college and high school students must undergo military training and practice actual combat shooting.

But rules are rules.

There aren’t actually many schools that can actually do this, and most of them are lining up.

After all, funds are limited.

And even if there really is a school for target practice, there are only a few bullets. After such a long time, I guess everyone has almost forgotten about them.

Another two years to wait.

It seems to be the winter of 70!

There was a large military and civilian training exercise.

A magnificent military march involving hundreds of millions of military and civilians took place on the land of China.

Seven hundred million people, seven hundred million soldiers, across a vast territory and a vast camp, from the white-haired old men to the five or six-year-old children, all have to go through the training.

There is no way, because next year and the year after are the most dangerous two years.

Yang Xiaole looked at the people sitting next to him and smiled.

These are definitely things you have to participate in.

Including Feng Aijun, there are four people in total.

Among them was Zhao Weibing.

He smiled and said, "You all have to sign up? You can't sleep now!"

Guard Zhao nodded directly: "Yes, I'll sign up too. I've shot before."

Yang Xiaole looked at the other two people, "You two too?"

Naturally, both of them nodded.

Seeing both of them say this, Yang Xiaole nodded.

There must be more than just a few educated youth who could shoot guns. Perhaps due to family problems, some people did not sign up.

It seems unlikely that someone like Feng Xue has never shot a gun.

But it seems that, except for Feng Aijun, the others should have touched guns during military training.

After all, there are not many people like Feng Aijun who can go to the army to participate in military training during the summer vacation, and they all need to have a strong background.

Yang Xiaole looked at Feng Aijun and knew that this guy wanted to touch the gun.

But he didn't say it.

Because he has problems at home.

After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Okay, you three decide who will go. I won't go."

Then he said to Feng Aijun, "Aijun, give me the kerosene in the canteen."

I didn’t know how long I would be here this time, so I specially loaded some kerosene when I came, just because I was worried that it would be inconvenient to ignite.

Hearing this, Feng Aijun opened a kettle, smelled it, and handed the thing to him.

When Guard Zhao heard what Yang Xiaole said, he was very excited and discussed it with the other two.

As for Feng Aijun, he naturally did not go there.

Yang Xiaole took the things, picked out the big ones, and came outside with the earthenware basin. If he burned them inside, he had to be careful not to set the tent on fire.

He found a suitable location, put down the earthenware basin, poured some kerosene into it, and lit it with a match.

A wooden stick appeared in his hand and he was flipping it over.

After a while Feng Aijun came over.

Looking at the earthenware basin emitting black smoke, he didn't notice where Yang Xiaole got the stick.

He stretched out his hand to warm the fire and asked, "Why don't you go? What a great opportunity."

Yang Xiaole was turning over the coals, muttering nonchalantly, "When did you become so stupid? We can't say that all of our educated youth can shoot, but there must be some who can. Why don't they go?"

Feng Aijun thought about it.

He said directly: "I know, are you trying to say that you are too tired after running all day, and you are on duty at night, so you may not be able to get up tomorrow?"

"Yes! It's already past one o'clock. There are so many people patrolling here. There's no need to fight for the first place. Have a good rest so as not to affect the training during the day. Do you know how to train tomorrow?"

He poked the coals.

I secretly cursed who came up with this idea.

Can this coal be lit so easily?

Shaking his head, he continued, "Even if you are equipped with a gun while on duty, there is no chance to use it! If you have the energy, take a rest for a while. If a fight really breaks out, you will have the strength to kill the enemy! Otherwise, you won't be able to outrun others."

Feng Aijun's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Slowly said: "You are so shameless!"

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes.

Looking at Xie Hongbing coming over, he smiled and shouted, "Captain Xie. Looking for me?"

"Well, I'm looking for you. Have you decided on the person on duty?"

"Well, it's settled. It's in the tent. Just go ask them. They're on duty."

"Aren't you on duty?"

"I am not worthy. Giving opportunities to others is also a virtue."

These words made Xie Hongbing's mouth twitch.

Then left.

Yang Xiaole watched the other party go to the tent and said, "Okay, go to the tent. It's so cold here. I'll light it and then go over." In the open air with a temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero, you can't feel the temperature of the brazier unless you get very close to it.

Hearing him say that, Feng Aijun also felt very cold.

He rubbed his hands, put on gloves and went back.

After the people left, he quietly added some white wine.

The flames grew larger, then calmed down.

This process was repeated for more than twenty minutes before the tiny coal slag was ignited.

Looking at the hot ceramic basin, he shook his head speechlessly.

Whoever came up with this idea is really weird!

But think about it, if there had been so many supplies when we fought the Americans at the Yalu River, perhaps fewer people could have been sacrificed!
Thinking of this, I stopped complaining.

Many things are learned only after trial and error and suffering losses, and then we realize that something is not right.

There is no way, it’s because we are poor and short of supplies!
He took out two inconspicuous wooden sticks, propped up the bottom of the pottery basin, and came to the tent.

When I opened the tent, I heard a sound of someone gasping for air from inside.

There’s no way, the cold air outside is coming in and it’s freezing.

After putting the things in the blank space and seeing that many people had fallen asleep, he whispered to Feng Aijun:
"Who went?"

Actually, there is no need to ask.

But it would be rude not to ask.

"Guardian Zhao and a man from Team 2 went there. I forgot his name."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded, took off his coat and cotton shoes, and got into bed.

Sleeping in a cotton jacket is definitely the warmest, but it will be very cold when you wake up tomorrow.

It is most appropriate to take off your shoes and cotton jacket.

After coming in, he whispered, "Stop talking and go to sleep. You can probably sleep for another four or five hours."

I definitely can’t sleep until eight o’clock.

I guess I have to get up around six or seven.

At this time, Yang Xiaole felt the cold wind coming from the tent entrance and felt that the idea of ​​carbon monoxide poisoning was a bit unnecessary.

It would be strange if this wind could cause poisoning.

At this time, the other tents, seeing that the coal could not be lit, finally had to give up and go to the camp to exchange for some lit coal to use as fuse.

The coal was burning, and with so many people in the room, the temperature gradually began to rise.

Other teams also arrived at night, making it very lively.

Yang Xiaole was also woken up many times.

Everyone was woken up on time at 6:30 in the morning.

"Get up, get up! Get your things in order and go line up for dinner."

Guard Zhao yawned and shouted to the people in the room.

Tired, fatigue swept over my whole body.

After a good night's sleep, the educated youth felt full of energy, except for being hungry.

That's the benefit of being young.

While Yang Xiaole was packing his luggage, he smiled and said, "Zhao Weibing, how are you? Are you tired?"

This made Guard Zhao roll his eyes.

My intestines are full of regret.

But he can't say it!
There he said firmly: "My body is tired, but my spirit is full."

Yang Xiaole also rolled his eyes.

Feng Aijun was muttering, "Damn, the quilt is wet."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole looked over.

Put a little on the edge.

The temperature inside had risen after last night's breathing and the heating of the brazier, and the bed near the side had some muddy water on it.

You know, with more than twenty people, they can radiate a lot of warmth.

He smiled and muttered, "Okay, just go back and bake it."

Pack your bags.

Yang Xiaole used yesterday's stick to carry the earthenware basin out and grabbed some snow to put out the fire in the basin.

It definitely won't work if you put it in a tent.

If the person is not there, it will be troublesome if it burns.

"Crack!"

After burning for a whole night, the earthenware basin did not crack, but it still died heroically after emitting a puff of smoke.

Yang Xiaole was not surprised at all.

The temperature of the coal is still very high.

It was good that it didn't crack last night.

In fact, this might not have happened if there was no snow, but there is no other way. It definitely won’t work if I leave it here.

Feng Aijun came out and saw this scene, frowning: "Cracked? What should we do tonight?"

Yang Xiaole shook his head: "It's okay, we can still pretend. We'll talk about it tonight. Let's go and have dinner."

Seeing him say this, Feng Aijun didn't say anything in the end.

It's not just them, the same thing is happening in other places as well.

Holding lunch boxes, everyone gathered at the tent.

It was already broad daylight.

Along their camp, there were many tents.

They were already in the middle of the tent, and without thinking about the front, back, left and right, they knew that they were several other communes in the county.

It seems that the scale this time is not too small.

There are already five or six hundred people in their commune.

There are six districts and two counties in the whole city, with about twenty communes.

It should be several thousand people in total.

Not too little.

However, before getting the meal, we naturally have to gather and count the number of people.

After making sure there were enough people, they lined up and went to the gathering point on the commune side.

There are too many people, and the food problem cannot be solved in one place. It must at least be dispersed to the commune level.

A small canteen has been built in the tent where Director Chen is.

There were people in the tent distributing food.

Yang Xiaole followed behind and took a closer look. There were 3 white steamed buns and a spoonful of radish and cabbage soup.

The food is actually pretty good.

Xie Honglin said that every time the militia went to the commune or county for training, they had enough fine grains to eat.

That’s why they were happy to go.

And it can also be counted as full work points.

This time they are doing the same, coming here for training, with each person getting ten work points per day.

Yesterday was really tiring.

Everyone got the food and started eating it with big mouthfuls, drinking hot cabbage soup.

I instantly felt that this was delicious.

Very hungry.

Yang Xiaole also ate.

"Xiao Le, what do you think this training is for? If this is a shooting training, then my hands will be useless!"

Wang Laosan ate his meal with difficulty, then looked at his hands, feeling a little sad.

This is gun-carrying training, but there is no chance to shoot.

Yang Xiaole smiled when he saw this, thinking that many people probably didn’t have a chance.

This gun is not fired casually.

"Hey, Fengling, what's wrong with you?"

Just as I was about to speak, I heard a panic coming from the girls' team.

Yang Xiaole looked at it curiously.

I immediately understood what was going on.

After a day of hard work yesterday, someone still collapsed and had a fever.

PS, sorry, due to the holiday and some family matters, the progress is a bit slow.

(End of this chapter)