Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

The time passed in mid-August, because we slapped a disobedient child in the south. The Wenchangwei militia company was different from previous years. In this season of high temperature, it conducted intensive training.

The militiamen are also soldiers, and when the assembly horn sounds, they have to put down everything in their hands and run to assemble.

The business should be put down, and those who have not run too far are called back, training, training or training.

In Nanyi's view, this training camp should be very targeted.

"Soviet revisionist landmines are becoming more and more complex. The mine-clearing technology we have learned in the past is no longer enough to deal with them quickly. When we are marching in a hurry, there is no need to delay to support the friendly forces in trouble.

what should we do?

We can only adopt a very honorable and cruel way of demining, using your body, your flesh and blood to detonate the mines.

In order for your sacrifice to be of greater value, you must learn how to roll both heavy and fast. Let me demonstrate it to you, watch it, and you will follow my example and start practicing in a while. "

Roll, roll, roll, roll in the mud, roll in the stone nest, roll from high to low.

Mobile shooting training, three-person cooperative bamboo pole climbing training, tree climbing training...

Nanyi has a high level of education and was selected as a communication militia. In addition to participating in company training, he also went to the commune to participate in communication knowledge learning with other communication militiamen.

This time, Nanyi had another "comrade-in-arms" who was more noble than him.

In addition to learning professional knowledge, he had to be trained how to better protect his new comrade-in-arms.

Holding a wooden frame filled with stones and having the weight of two walkie-talkies acts as a walkie-talkie for swimming, long-distance raids, jumping, lying down, and rolling training during the march.

If the "walkie-talkie" touches water or knocks, it will be punished for additional training.

The high-intensity training lasted for seven or eight days, and the Shajiaotou militia battalion also conducted an exercise-capturing an unnamed highland.

"Watermelon, watermelon, I'm Pumpkin, azimuth No. 3, east 11, near 21, depression, enemy howitzer position, three rapid fires, release."

"No need to correct, another round."

Nanyi looked at the so-called artillery position with the words "howitzer position" 150 meters away through the telescope, and was quite speechless.

It's too perfunctory, no matter what, I have to put up a few wooden shelves to pretend.

Fortunately, the anti-personnel grenades that flew over were not perfunctory at all, they were all real shells. High-end products like training bombs are not something they can equip with a militia battalion.

Watching the artillery positions being knocked out, Nanyi continued to climb up to the high ground, looking for other targets.

"Azimuth No. 1, east 5, near 24, inclined plane, machine gun position, three rapid-fire shots...the distance is increased by 1, and one more round..."

Several firepower points were knocked out, and the militia companies of the various production brigades waiting at the foot of the mountain charged towards the high ground carrying the flags of their respective companies.

Nan Yi drilled into the foxhole he had dug in advance, bent over and hid in it to smoke.

You can't dodge. The company charges, and there are firepower points that need to be pulled out. Who knows if he will be unlucky, and a stray bullet will fly over.

Bang bang bang, after a few bursts of intermittent gunshots, there was a loud scream outside.

When Nan Yi heard that it was time to compete for the first one to rush to the high ground, and it was time for him to play, he quickly put out the cigarette butt, took out a piece of paper tied with a string from his pocket and hung it around his neck .

Crawled out of the foxhole, picked a cleaner place, and lay down on the ground.

Xian Weimin, carrying the flag of Wenchangwei, was the first to rush up the hill, planted the red flag on the ground, and roared there with his gun raised.

"Howl, I didn't see anyone."

"Nanyi, what are you doing, lying on the ground."

"Nonsense, come and see for yourself. I'm a wounded person. Take a stretcher and carry me here."

Xian Weimin walked to the side of Nanyi, saw the word "wounded" written on the piece of paper on his chest, and shouted furiously, "You are the first reward for the shovel?"

"Why, I hate it, hurry up and take me down the mountain on a stretcher." Nanyi said angrily.

The battalion commander of the militia battalion also had a bit of a bad taste. Before the exercise, he said that the first company to rush to the top of the hill would be rewarded. Who knew that before Nan Yilin set off, the battalion commander handed him a piece of paper that is now hanging around his neck.

"Don't dare."

"That's useless, come here and lift it quickly. I injured the aorta. Let the hygienist stop the bleeding."

"Xian Zilin, come here quickly, there are wounded here."

With the sound of footsteps, panting, Xian Zilin, who was carrying a consultation box, ran to Nanyi's side, and checked him in a fake way.

"Report to Platoon Leader Xian that this wounded man is too seriously injured to be rescued."

"Okay, burial on the spot."

"Bury a fart, don't play tricks, the exercise is over when you lift me down the mountain, hurry up."

Xian Weimin beckoned, and Xian Weile ran over carrying the stretcher. The two of them worked together to lift Nanyi onto the stretcher, lifted it up and walked down the mountain.

As a health worker, Xian Zilin also followed the wounded man in Nanyi all the time.

"Brother Nanyi, is it comfortable to be carried?"

"Uncomfortable, the two are too mean-spirited."

Xian Weimin and Xian Weile carried the stretcher, deliberately swaying to the left and right, in order not to make Nanyi feel comfortable.

"You two hit the street, I tell you both know, you have the guts to keep shaking, if you shake me down, you have to go back to the top of the mountain and lift it again, you can weigh it yourself."

"Ha, we'd love to."

"Hem home shovel."

The four laughed all the way, half a month, although the training was very tiring, it was also very fulfilling.

When the exercise was over, the militia battalion was disbanded, and several militia companies returned to their own brigades.

After that, the barbed wire fence became more and more lively, and the patrol tasks became heavier. The Wenchangwei militia company had to participate in patrols every three days, and every patrol would be rewarding.

After May of this year, the direction of the wind changed, the punishment for fleeing was lightened, and the wave of fleeing started again.

Nanyi and the others patrolled, more like a formality.

Punctual on time, when and where they appear, there are rules, people with a little brain should know how to avoid them.

All they caught were madmen, but no-brainers.

They didn't choose so many routes, but ran directly into their patrol route, which made Nanyi and the others pretend to be invisible.

"Hey, looks familiar, from Luo Fang's brigade?" Xian Weimin asked one of the arrested people.

"Yes, yes, you are from Wenchangwei?"

"Wenchangwei militia company, let me tell you if you are out of your mind. If you don't run away, run to us. Your Luo Fang brigade is a famous escape brigade. You should have figured out the route very clearly. How could you?"

"Oh, I went in the wrong direction." The escaped man sighed.

"Haha, be careful next time."

Nanyi listened to the conversation between the two, and Luo Fang's brigade had known him for a long time.

Luo Fang's brigade is very good, escapes are common, and groups of people who escaped have built a new Luo Fang village in the New Territories, which is really amazing.

Send the captured people to the border guards, and Nanyi's patrol mission for today will be over.

Walking to the door of his own house, he pushed open the courtyard door, and saw Fang Mengyin and Nan Ruofing sitting in the gazebo enjoying the cool air. As soon as Nan Ruofeng saw Nanyi, she stood up and hugged Nanyi's thigh.

"Dad, are you tired?"

"Not tired, have you packed your things?"

The plot of the militia should not be there in the future, this is my private product.