3 Perspective Problems

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Zhou Qingfeng's 354th Regiment didn't take too much rest after the first battle, and immediately entered the next battle to wipe out the 2nd Regiment of the 6th Nanbang Division. However, the task of the main attack was handed over to other regiments, and the 354th regiment served as the reserve team.

Being a reserve team can't be idle. Digging fortifications is indispensable for marching and fighting, and the army of soil turtles also digs wherever they go. Whether it's camping or defense, you just dig.

Crack..., a shovel was poked into the soil to dig a shallow hole. The deputy squad leader who was digging took a look at the shovel, and said with a cheerful smile: "Good steel mouth, this shovel is not bad."

Engineer shovels are indispensable for digging fortifications, but the cold weather in North Korea makes the ground hard and frozen. The shovels equipped by the volunteers themselves are of poor quality. It is fine to go down to the ground with a shovel, but the shovel is broken.

Zhou Qingfeng had anticipated this a long time ago, and encouraged his squad leader to get a few American engineering shovels from the army's spoils in advance. Although it still can't deal with the hard ground, it won't break the shovel. The key is that there will be many days to repair fortifications in the future, and having a good shovel is better than anything else.

Because of his excellent performance in the battle to annihilate the Second Nanbang Battalion, Zhou Qingfeng's squad formed the sharp knife squad of the company. Turtle's army has a habit of continuing to strengthen troops with strong combat effectiveness, and giving good things to those who dare to fight.

Zhou Qingfeng, a stunned young man, made a lot of contributions today, and his class also benefited. Although the captured Nanbang weapons were inconvenient to distribute, other combat materials were easier to obtain.

The squad leader not only brought engineering shovels, but also a lot of American military equipment and grenades according to Zhou Qingfeng's request. Zhou Qingfeng was teaching his comrades how to use the American individual carrying equipment, which can greatly reduce the physical exertion of soldiers and improve their combat effectiveness.

"Don't tell me, Mr. Zhou has a good eye, and the things he picked are very useful." A soldier hung his water bottle, ammunition, dry food, first aid kit and other odds and ends on the carrying gear. The weight of the body falls evenly on different positions such as the waist, hips, and back, which makes people feel much more relaxed.

"I still have a jacket. It's warm and comfortable to wear. It's really good." Another soldier put the jacket issued to Nan Bang by the U.S. Army under his cotton-padded jacket, making him feel warm all over.

The soldiers in the squad were all curious about the newly acquired US military equipment, and agreed after using it. Regrettably, Zhou Qingfeng picked up his '38 big gun' and said quietly: "Obviously we have seized a lot of good guns, but I still need to use broken ones."

Guns and ammunition are no better than carrying tools and engineering shovels, so it is impossible to equip a special gun for Zhou Qingfeng. On the contrary, the squad leader was excited by Zhou Qingfeng's super bomb-throwing ability today, and specially got more than 50 grenades and distributed them to the class.

"In the future, our class will throw grenades. As long as conditions permit, we will let the big guy throw them first. You haven't seen that the grenades he throws are far and accurate, and blow the shit out of the enemy." The squad leader recalled the battle that just ended. Just keep praising.

Since Zhou Qingfeng's squad had sacrificed two soldiers, the platoon leader specially strengthened the only 'crooked' light machine gun in the platoon, together with the main and deputy shooters, in order to strengthen the sharp knife squad.

The man who operated this machine gun was the tall man who had chatted with Zhou Qingfeng before. He was tall, with a big frame, and looked old, but he was actually less than thirty years old. Because he loves the machine gun like his daughter-in-law, others simply nicknamed him "Old Machine Gun".

Seeing the big brother hugging his machine gun and refusing to let go, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help joking: "Brother Machine Gun, how many years have you been married to this gun wife?"

"Old Machine Gun" smiled innocently, slapped his hands openly and shook, "It's been five years."

"Then you should have done it long ago, right? At least you should be a squad leader." Zhou Qingfeng was very puzzled.

The 'Old Machine Gun' shook his head, "I only know how to play with this machine gun. I don't know anything else. Let me be a cadre, wouldn't it harm others. And now the army doesn't like to use this gun.

It is said to be eliminated. If I don't come to use this gun, I'm afraid no one will really use it. "

"If no one uses it, then no one will use it. Replace it with a better machine gun." Zhou Qingfeng really didn't like the "crooked gun". Even the Japanese didn't like this gun.

But the 'Old Machine Gun' shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I can't bear it, I really can't bear it. When I was a militiaman, many people died trying to capture this machine gun. Let me throw it away. A comrade-in-arms confession?"

The 'old machine gun' has deep feelings for his 'crooked handle', knowing that this gun is not easy to use, he refuses to change to other weapons. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help asking curiously: "Brother Machine Gun, tell me why you want to join the army?"

'Old Machine Gun' is not very old, but his face is already covered with weather, his skin is as rough as a whetstone. He was taken aback by Zhou Qingfeng's question, and he recalled it before opening his mouth.

"I have been a farmer with my father since I was a child. I have been working in the fields since I was seven or eight years old. I have never left my village. At that time, all I could see was the land in front of my house, and I didn't think about anything else. .

Until one year when the harvest was bad, my father asked me to go to the liberated area to join... He said that there was nothing to eat at home, and he would run away as long as he could, and try his luck. I joined the guerrillas in such a muddle-headed way, starting from standing guard with a spear dart, until I became a machine gunner.

At first, I just wanted to have enough food and not be bullied, but the guerrilla teachers taught me a lot. I learned how to read, got rid of my blindness, and traveled north and south with the army, only then did I realize how big the world is. That onslaught of thoughts kept me up all night and all night.

Think about it, the former landlord Lao Cai laughed at people like me as an old hat who didn't understand anything, and came up with all kinds of tricky ideas to make us laugh, just to prove that they were smarter and nobler than me. But I also feel that I am not as good as others, and I always think that I am the kind of stupid and resigned to fate.

If I stayed at home and struggled, even if I survived, I would be a stupid farmer at best, watching others live a good life every day, but worrying about the hardship of life, sighing that there is no rice or food at home. Because I don't understand anything!

And after all these years, I dare to pat my chest and say, "I have crossed the Yellow River, crossed the Yangtze River, been to Jiangnan, and been to Mobei." I have eaten noodles from Shaanxi, salt and pepper chicken from Guangdong, and yellow rice wine from Zhejiang. I have almost traveled all over the country.

I've helped the poor, I've punished rogues and bullies, and I've built this country with my own hands. I have watched the world change with my own eyes, and I have personally felt that the lives of ordinary people who are suffering are getting better and better. This is all due to my efforts.

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

Don't look at me now that I can't wear good clothes, eat good food, or live in a good house. But I dare say that in a few decades, it will not be in vain to live an upright and happy life like me. For these reasons, I am determined to join the army. It's useless not to join the army. "

Watching 'Old Machine Gun' talk about the pride and pride he experienced, Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a while. He really never expected that this seemingly dull big brother could actually say such extraordinary words. .

To put it simply, joining the army changed the poor life of this farmer's son, and he had no reason to refuse. (To be continued.) (Rise of the Wasteland..4444310)--(Rise of the Wasteland)