Chapter 881 Marching

Why join the party? Because joining the party is a shortcut to upward promotion.

No matter how good a big-headed soldier is, and he has won a lot of awards for his meritorious service, he is at best a soldier king. If you want to make greater military achievements, you must lead troops, but how can you not join the party if you want to lead troops?

Now that he has arrived in North Korea, Zhou Qingfeng has no choice but to accept his fate. No matter how good Xiaobing is, he is still the life of cannon fodder. If he wants to live a good life, he must work hard to climb up.

Uncle Zhou was a former legion commander, and he usually signed a letter of appointment of 800 or 1000 people. He knows that the most important thing to promote a subordinate is not talent, but whether this person has the same heart as me. If it wasn't for one heart, wouldn't it mean that the more capable you are, the more you will deceive yourself?

Joining the party is to express to the superior that I am of one mind with the organization.

However, the party members of the Rabbit family are really not easy to join. Especially in this time of war, the status of a party member is precious. To give an example: Everyone has heard of the term "Joining the Party", which is basically a reward for those who are about to become martyrs, in exchange for their lives.

Zhou Qingfeng made a few clever suggestions to help the members of the car transport group realize the role of air defense and camouflage in advance, but his little credit cannot change his status as a party member.

It is not so easy to take advantage of party members. Although the political commissar of the company came to praise Zhou Qingfeng in person, he only gave him the status of an "active member of the party". He didn't even want to join the party as a probationary party member? Depends on what you do next.

Paralyzed, everyone else is cheating, but I am cheating myself!

The weather is extremely cold. It is said to be the coldest winter in North Korea in recent decades. The temperature at the end of October is close to zero. Although Zhou Qingfeng has experienced a nuclear winter that freezes thousands of miles, he has never gone on a march in the wild during a nuclear winter!

You must know that even if Uncle Zhou expeditioned to Baltimore in the wasteland, he would take a transport plane and bring vehicles with sufficient logistical support. But right now the Volunteer Army has a problem, and the troops march all on the infantry's two legs.

March, march, keep marching! The weather is cold, the roads are bad, and the food is not good, but just like this, the troops have never stopped moving forward.

During the thoughtless march, the political commissar of the company suddenly stood on the side of the road and shouted: "Comrade has discovered the enemy at 'Wenjing', and now it is only more than 80 miles away from us. Work harder, the Party Central Committee and ** is looking at us, we must fight to win the battle!"

Damn..., the whole company's morale exploded after this voice. Everyone moved forward like chicken blood, forward, and continued to move forward, as if they would never be tired.

The whole company marched in a hurry, and Zhou Qingfeng had to keep walking along with him.

It's just that he was howling in his heart: Marching, marching, marching, it hasn't stopped since entering the court on the 19th. My physique is twice that of ordinary people, and I can't stand it. Why can you walk better than me?

What Zhou Qingfeng could see was a group of hundreds of people in front of him. Everyone was wearing khaki cotton clothes, cotton hats with earmuffs, and a pair of rubber shoes under their feet.

Not to mention the scum of such military uniforms, many people's clothes are still very worn out, for example, some people's shoes are pierced, and they are still walking around. The soldiers were all iron-footed, Zhou Qingfeng always felt that he was able to endure hardships, but compared to them, he was a pampered young master.

Fuck, I can't take it, I need to stop. I want to kill the enemy, I would rather fight immediately than leave.

Zhou Qingfeng touched his kettle, which was filled with boiling water, but now it was already chilly and icy cold. But he didn't care whether it was cold or not, so he unscrewed the lid of the pot and poured it into his mouth. I poured it twice, fuck..., there is no more water.

It's a f*cking fight!

"Here, drink mine." The big man carrying the machine gun kept walking side by side with Zhou Qingfeng. This guy carried more weight than Zhou Qingfeng, but he kept his morale high. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng had run out of water, he immediately handed over his water bottle.

"Forget it, I'll bear it." Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to be taken care of by others, and the head of the army had the self-esteem of the head of the army. After all, he is a super soldier, and he cannot be compared casually.

At this moment, Uncle Zhou is full of anger, Fatty Jin, you don't have much fighting skills, you are full of cheating skills. You're full, what's the deal? You provoke Ying Jiang by playing Nanbang, but you want us to clean up the mess for you.

Also, Comrade Iron and Steel in the Soviet Union is not a good thing. He tacitly allowed Fatty Jin to do it, but now that something happened, he stayed aside and didn't help. It's fine if you take your life to fill it, you should give me some weapons and equipment anyway. Even outdated goods from World War II are fine!

Take a look at what the volunteers used when they first entered the DPRK? Japanese equipment. Have you ever heard that the main force of a country's army is armed by capture? The florists are.

There are not many artillery pieces in an army, and they are all Japanese or American artillery with various calibers. A 60 small mortar is a baby with heavy firepower, so there are not many shells.

Seeming to see Zhou Qingfeng's deep resentment, the big man with the machine gun bumped his arm with his water bottle, grinning and said, "Drink, we still have a long way to go."

Yes, there is still a long way to go.

Zhou Qingfeng, who had a dry mouth, finally couldn't help it, and took a big gulp from the water bottle. The cold water poured into the throat, and the burning throat finally felt better. And he is not willing to take advantage of others, "Give me your machine gun, and I will carry it for you for a while."

"Hey...don't stop."

"Don't worry, I can't break your precious machine gun. Isn't it just a crooked handle? This gun is very broken. I will get you an American M2HB later. That thing will be interesting."

The big machine gun couldn't be twisted, so he gave Zhou Qingfeng the 'crooked handle'. He just heard Zhou Qingfeng say that his gun was bad, he was not happy, "This gun is very good, I don't think any of our companies or even a battalion had such a thing back then.

When the Japanese soldiers saw that something was wrong in the battle, they would rather destroy it than let us capture it. My machine gun was not easy to get, and it was rare to get it after several soldiers died. "

What a ghost, there are not many good infantry equipment in Little Japan, and there are quite a lot of cheaters.

But Zhou Qingfeng couldn't express his complaints, he just felt his nose sour for no reason. Just such an unremarkable broken machine gun is still a hard-won treasure in the volunteer army. How did we fight this battle? How can the arrogant Americans be pushed back?

I want to fight, I want to capture, I don't want this broken weapon, I want beautiful weapons. I'd rather be tough on the front, and don't run around like this anymore.

The cold wind kept blowing head-on, and the physical strength of the soldiers dropped rapidly under the high-intensity rapid march, but everyone gritted their teeth and persisted. Some people started to stagger as they walked, but they still didn't stop moving forward.

"Bring your gun, I'll carry it for you."

"Stop talking nonsense. Come, let me help you."

"Come on, is that ghostly place in Wenjing here? I can't wait to kill the enemy!"

Four or five rifles soon appeared on Zhou Qingfeng's body, and he also dragged a soldier who couldn't move forward together. He himself gritted his teeth and persisted, persisted and persisted, persisting in the cold mountains of North Korea.

Until the tens of miles of mountain road came to an end, the whole company burst into cheers. It was only then that Zhou Qingfeng discovered that everyone was extremely exhausted, yet desperately eager to fight, because only by fighting can one rest.

Tired and sweating, Zhou Qingfeng's heart was as hot as a fire when he entered the ambush position... Damn it, no matter who you are? Have a good fight! (to be continued.).

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