Rise of the Wasteland

Zhou Qingfeng's three-four-fifth regiment finished a battle without too much rest, and immediately proceeded to the next battle to wipe out the second division of the sixth division of the South Stick. At this moment, the remnants have fled into the 'Wen Jing' negative resistance. However, the task of the main attack was handed over to other regiments, with the three or five regiments serving as reserve teams.

Don't be idle as a reserve team. Excavations are indispensable for marching, and so are the digging forces of the soil soldiers. Whether it's camp or defense, you just have to dig.

Alas ... A shovel scooped into the ground and dug a shallow hole. The deputy squad leader digging the shovel and looked at it, smiling cheerfully: "Good steel mouth, this shovel is good."

The digging is indispensable for the engineering shovel, but the cold weather in North Korea has frozen the ground and the shovel equipped by the volunteer army is of poor quality. One shovel goes down to the ground and the shovel is broken.

Zhou Qingfeng had already anticipated this, and encouraged his squad leader to bring in a few US engineering shovels from the army's spoils in advance. Although it can't deal with the hard ground, it won't break the shovel. The key is that there will be more days to repair fortifications in the future. A good shovel is better than anything.

Due to his outstanding performance in the battle to annihilate the second battalion of the South Battalion, Zhou Qingfeng's squad formed a company's sharp knife squad. The local army has a habit, and it likes to continue to strengthen the fighting force. Good things are given to those who dare to fight.

Zhou Qingfeng, a gimmick, made a lot of contributions today, and even his class benefited. Although the seized Nanbei weapons were not convenient to distribute, other combat materials were easier to obtain.

The squad leader not only obtained the engineering shovel, but also brought in some US military equipment and grenades in accordance with Zhou Qingfeng's requirements. Zhou Qingfeng is teaching his comrades how to use the American soldier's carrying equipment, which can greatly reduce the soldier's physical consumption and improve combat effectiveness.

"Don't really say that Zhou has a vision, he picks things very well." A soldier hung his own kettle, ammunition, dry food, first aid kit and other pieces on the carrying equipment. The weight of the body is evenly placed on the waist, hips, back and other positions, which makes it much easier.

"I also have a jacket. It's warm and comfortable. It's really nice." Another soldier put the jacket distributed to the South Army by the US Army in a cotton jacket and was warm.

The soldiers in the squad were all curious about the new US military equipment, and all said good after use. Zhou Qingfeng regretfully grabbed his ‘three and eight big cover’ and said quietly, “I have obviously seized a lot of good guns, but I still want to use broken things.”

Firearms and ammunition are no better than carrying gear and engineering shovel. It is impossible to assign a special gun for Zhou Qingfeng. However, the squad leader was excited about Zhou Qingfeng's super-throwing ability, which brought more than fifty grenades to the class.

"In the future, our class will lose the grenade. As long as the conditions allow, we will let Zhou Dazhen lose it first. You didn't see it. The grenade he lost was far and accurate, and the enemy's fart was rolled out of the urine." Just keep praising.

As Zhou Qingfeng's squad sacrificed two soldiers, in order to strengthen this sharp knife squad, the platoon leader also deliberately strengthened the only ‘crooked handle’ light machine gun in the platoon with the two main shooters.

This machine gun was operated by a big man who had previously chatted with Zhou Qingfeng. He was tall and had a large skeleton. Looking at his old age, in fact, he was less than thirty. Because he loves machine guns as his wife, others simply gave him a pseudonym called 'Old Machine Gun'.

Watching this big brother holding his machine gun dead or alive, Zhou Qingfeng could not help but joked: "Big machine gun brother, how many years have you married this daughter-in-law?"

‘Old machine gun’ smiled, and a slap spread out, “It ’s been five years.”

"Then you should have done it already? Anyway, it should be a monitor." Zhou Qingfeng was puzzled.

The "old machine gun" shook his head. "Oh, I can only fiddle with this machine gun. I don't understand anything else. If I were a cadre, I wouldn't have harmed others. And now the army does not like to use this gun, it is said to be eliminated. If I do n’t use it, I ’m afraid this gun will be really useless. ”

"If no one uses it, no one will use it. Change to a better machine gun." Zhou Qingfeng really didn't like the "crooked handle". This gun was not even liked by the Japanese.

But the "old machine gun" shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I can't bear it, I really can't bear it. When I was a militiaman, in order to win this machine gun, many people died. Let me leave it, how can I tell those who died? Comrades account? "

The ‘Old Machine Gun’ has a deep affection for his ‘wrong handle’, knowing that this gun is not easy to use, and he refuses to change other weapons. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but ask, "Big machine gun brother, tell me why do you want to join the army?"

‘Old machine gun’ is not old, but it ’s already frosty, with rough skin like a sharpening stone. He was asked a moment by Zhou Qingfeng's question and recalled before speaking.

"When I was young, I followed my father as a farmer. I worked in the fields at the age of seven or eight and never left my village. At that time, all I saw was the land in front of the house, and I didn't want anything else. .

Until one year's harvest was bad, my father asked me to go to the Communist Party in the Liberated Area. He said that he didn't have enough food at home, so if he could escape one, he would try his luck. I just joined the guerrillas so sloppy, starting with a dart post and holding a whistle until I became a machine gunner.

At first I just wanted to be able to eat enough food and not be bullied, but the guerrilla instructors taught me a lot. I learned the literacy, got rid of blindness, and followed the troops to go north to south, only to realize that the world was so big. That thought shock kept me awake all night and all night.

Think about the old landlord Laocai who laughed at me like a native old hat, and made various tricks to make us amused, just to prove that they are smarter and more expensive than me. I just feel that I can't compare with others, and I always think that I am stupid and destiny.

If I stay at home and suffer, I will be a stupid farmer, even if I can survive. I watch other people lead a good life every day, but I worry about the difficulties of life, sighing that there is no rice and no food at home. Because I don't understand anything!

And come over these years ~ www.readwn.com ~ I dare to pat my chest and say, ‘I cross the Yellow River, cross the Yangtze River, go to the south of the river, and go to Mobei. I have eaten noodle soup in Shaanxi, tasted pepper and salt chicken in Guangdong, and drank yellow rice wine from Zhejiang. I've almost traveled north and south.

I have helped poor people, punished rogue bullies, and founded this country with my own hands. I saw with my own eyes that the world was changing, and I personally felt that the lives of ordinary people are getting better and better. This is what I did.

I've slaughtered the puppet army, killed Japanese devils, and now go abroad to fight American devils. I'm not afraid of any enemy. Now who dares to say that I am a dirt hat? What have I never seen?

Don't think I can't wear good clothes, can't eat good food, can't live in a good house. But I dare to say that in a few more decades, a dignified person like me, a happy life is not a waste of life. For this reason, I am also eager to join the army. Not participating in the army is a whim. "

Seeing the "old machine gun" talking about the pride and pride that he experienced, Zhou Qingfeng stayed for a while. He really did not expect that the elder brother who seemed to be mune could say such an extraordinary word .

Simply put, joining the army changed the poor life of the peasant's son, and he refused without justification.