Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 889: Change

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The 354th regiment where Zhou Qingfeng is located did not take much rest after finishing a battle, and immediately entered the next battle to wipe out the second regiment of the sixth division of the South Korea sixth division. However, the task of the main attack was handed over to other regiments, and the three, five, and four regiments served as reserve teams.

You ca n’t be idle as a reserve team. Digging work is indispensable for marching, and the army of Turtles is also where to dig. Whether it is camping or defense, you just dig.

Hey ..., a shovel poked into the soil to dig a shallow pit. The deputy squad leader digging the shovel to look at it, smiled cheerfully: "Good steel mouth, this shovel is good."

Engineering shoveling is indispensable for digging, but the cold weather in North Korea has frozen the ground in a hard state. The shovel of the Volunteer ’s own equipment is too poor. It is fine to go down to the ground with a shovel. The shovel is broken.

Zhou Qingfeng had long anticipated this, and encouraged his squad leader to ask for a few US shovel shovel from the trophies of the troops. Although it can't deal with the hard ground, it won't damage the shovel. The key is that there will be more days for repairs in the future. A good shovel is better than anything.

Because of their excellent performance in the battle to annihilate the second battalion of South Korea, the Zhou Qingfeng's class formed the company's sharp knife class. The army of Turtles has a habit, likes to continue to strengthen troops with strong fighting power, and give good things to those who dare to fight and dare to fight.

Zhou Qingfeng, the stunned youth, made a lot of contributions today, and even his class collective also benefited. Although the seized South Korea weapons are not convenient for distribution, other combat materials are relatively easy to obtain.

The squad leader not only got the engineer shovel, but also got some American military equipment and grenades according to the requirements of Zhou Qingfeng's. Zhou Qingfeng is teaching his comrades how to use American single-handed carrying equipment. This stuff can greatly reduce the physical consumption of soldiers and improve combat effectiveness.

"Don't really say that Big Zhou has a vision, he picks things very well." A warrior hangs his kettle, ammunition, dry food, first aid kit and other fragments on his carrying equipment. The weight of the body falls evenly on the waist, hips, back and other positions, making it much easier.

"There is also a jacket, which is warm and comfortable to wear, which is nice." Another soldier put the jacket assigned to the South Korea by the US military in a cotton jacket, and it was warm and melting.

The soldiers in the squad are curious about the newly acquired US military equipment and say yes after using it. Zhou Qingfeng regretfully grabbed his ‘Thirty Eight Covers’, and Youyou said: “Obviously a lot of good guns have been seized, but I still want to use a broken thing.”

Guns and ammunition are no better than carrying gear and engineer shovel. It is impossible to equip Zhou Qingfeng with a gun. Instead, the squad leader was excited about the superb bomb throwing ability that Zhou Qingfeng showed today. In particular, more than fifty grenades were distributed to the squad.

"In the future, our class will throw a grenade. As long as conditions permit, let Big Zhou throw it first. You did n’t see it. The grenade he lost was far and accurate, and the enemy ’s fart exploded." The squad leader remembered the battle just ended, mouth There was constant praise.

Since Zhou Qingfeng ’s team sacrificed two soldiers, the platoon leader also specially strengthened the only ‘Type 11 light machine gun’ light machine gun in the platoon with the main and auxiliary shooters in order to strengthen this sharp knife class.

The man who operated this machine gun was a big man who had chatted with Zhou Qingfeng before. He is tall and has a big skeleton. Looking at his old age, he is actually less than thirty years old. Because he loves machine guns as his daughter-in-law, others simply call him an old machine gun.

Looking at this boss brother holding his machine gun alive and not letting go, Zhou Qingfeng can't help but joke: "Brother Machine Gun, how long have you been married to this gun wife?"

'Old Machine Gun' smiled happily, spreading his palms and shaking, "Five years."

"Then you should mention it already? Should it be a squad leader anyway." Zhou Qingfeng is very puzzled.

'Old machine gun' shook his head, "I, I will only fiddle with this machine gun. Others don't understand it at all. Wouldn't it be harmful to me to be a cadre. And now the army does not like to use this gun, it is said Eliminated. If I do n’t use it, I ’m just afraid that nobody will use it. "

"No one uses it, no one uses it. Change to a better machine gun." Zhou Qingfeng really looks down on Type 11 light machine gun. This gun is not even liked by the Japanese.

But the old machine gun shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I can't bear it, I can't bear it. When I was a militiaman, in order to take this machine gun, I killed several people. Let me drop it Those sacrificed comrades accountable? "

'Old Machine Gun' has a deep affection for his 'Type 11 light machine gun', knowing that the gun is not easy to use, he would not change other weapons. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but ask curiously: "Brother Machine Gun, tell me why do you want to join the army?"

The ‘old machine gun’ is not very old but it is already covered with wind and frost, and its rough skin looks like a whetstone. He was stunned by the Zhou Qingfeng's question and recalled before speaking.

"I worked as a farmer with my dad when I was a kid. I worked in the fields when I was seven or eight years old, and I never left my village. At that time, I only saw the land in front of my house and other things. Do n’t want anything.

Until a year when the harvest was not good, my father asked me to go to the Communist Party in the Liberated Area. He said that he did n’t have enough food at home. I joined the guerrillas in such a confusing way, starting from the sentry with a shuttle dart, until I became a gunner.

In the beginning, I just wanted to be able to get enough food and not be bullied. But the guerrilla instructors taught me a lot. I learned literacy, got rid of my blindness, and followed the troops going south and north, only to realize that the world is so big. That kind of thought shock kept me awake all night.

Think of the old landlord, Lao Cai, who laughed at me as an old hat who knows nothing. He made various tricky ideas to amuse us, just to prove that they are smarter and more noble than me. However, I also feel that I am inferior to others. I always think that I am stupid and admit my fate.

If I stayed at home, even if I could survive, I would be a stupid farmer. Every day I watched others live a good life, but I was worried about the difficulties of life. I sighed that there was no rice or food at home. Because I don't understand anything!

And over the years, I dare to pat on the chest and say, ‘Lao Tzu crossed the Yellow River, crossed the Yangtze River, went to Jiangnan, and Mobei. I have eaten gnocchi in Shaanxi, tasted Guangdong pepper and salt chicken, and drank yellow rice wine in Zhejiang. I have traveled all over the place.

I have helped poor people, punished rogue bullies, and created this country by myself. I watched the world change with my own eyes, and personally felt that the lives of the miserable people are getting better and better. This is my contribution.

I have slaughtered puppet troops, killed Japanese devils, and now go abroad to fight American devils. I have never been afraid of any enemy. Now who dares to say that I am an old hat? I haven't seen anything before?

Do n’t see that I ca n’t wear good clothes, eat good food, or live in a good house. But I dare to say that in a few decades, an upright, like me, a life of pain and happiness will not be a waste of life. For these reasons, I am determined to join the army. Not joining the army is a fool. "

Looking at 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 this seemingly wooden boss brother can say such an extraordinary momentum Words come.

Simply put, joining the army changed the peasant son ’s poor life, and he justified it. (To be continued.)