After filling out the formalities simply and hastily, He Cheng, who had a turbulent behavior, left Yuan'an Medical Center with Zhou Changfeng.
It was getting late now, and the sunset was about to fall below the horizon. The off-road vehicle carrying them was driving quickly on the road, heading west to the Yangtze River.
Both sides of the road are filled with busy traffic and dim lights. There are all kinds of buildings with cornices and angled corners. The gorgeous signboards made of neon tubes are particularly conspicuous in the night.
This scene is quite prosperous.
"The changes this time are not small. The British have added an entire division, and we have added your brigade..." He Cheng, holding a cigarette in his mouth, rested his right hand on the steering wheel. "The supplies will definitely be tight by then, and it will be difficult to handle. "
"British?" Although he was not surprised, Zhou Changfeng still found it unbelievable, "Where is the fighting area?"
"Wuzang, Baima Gang."
"Um……"
This place name made Zhou Changfeng confused. He wanted to ask more, but in the end he swallowed the question.
About a quarter of an hour later, the car drove out of the city, and he was brought to the station of his unit in a daze.
Barbed wire fences, deer villages, sandbags, watchtowers, and sentries are indeed the layout style of a military camp.
He Cheng drove away after leaving Zhou Changfeng behind. Only then did the latter realize that he was from the Fourth Infantry Division of the Army and was not in the same unit as him at all.
Although Zhou Changfeng thought that he was already familiar with military life, he was still a little uneasy when he first came to the military camp in this world.
Except for the guards on guard wearing steel helmets, most of the soldiers in the camp wore felt hats, gray-green military uniforms with square collars, and short fur boots with turned-up heads.
Seeing his arrival, the guard immediately put down the rifle he was carrying, put the butt of the rifle on the ground, held it in his right hand, and raised his left hand flat at the same time.
This seems like a gun salute? It’s been a long time since I saluted.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Changfeng, who was curious, said, "Show me the gun."
"Yes!" The guard immediately raised his rifle and handed it over.
After taking the gun, Zhou Changfeng pulled the bolt of the gun with a bang, and a blank bullet popped out of the barrel. After doing this several times, he bent down and picked up the blank bullets and four pointed bullets that fell to the ground.
This is probably an ordinary bolt-action rifle with a rotating bolt action, unremarkable and sparse. Most models of bolt-action rifles in history are similar, with their own characteristics in terms of locking method and ammunition feeding method.
After handing back the rifle, Zhou Changfeng asked for directions and walked towards his room.
So far, although he has calmly accepted the fact that he has traveled through time, he is a little helpless about the fact that he has to go to the battlefield to face life and death when he first arrived.
Moreover, he felt that he lacked a sense of belonging. It could be said that he was in Cao's camp and his heart was in Han.
This world made him feel that it was nonsense, but then he thought about it - he had been reborn, what more could he ask for? It's just that it's too hasty, and it doesn't even give a little time to adapt.
In addition, the situation he faced seemed a bit unique. Generally speaking, people can inherit memories, right? But he could hardly remember anything, and active recall had no effect. Only his subconscious would occasionally give him some feedback.
For example, when he saw the wide-brimmed soft hat worn by the soldiers before, logically he would not recognize it, but he knew in his mind that it was called a "felt hat"; and he also knew that it was a "felt hat" for his own gun. The Browning HP-35 was issued after the Ministry of War ordered the goods from FN Company last year. This year it was designated as Type 36.
"No matter, let's eat first."
The hungry Zhou Changfeng pushed open the door and asked the guard on duty at the door where he should go for dinner.
The latter's surname was Li, and he looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. Hearing this, he replied in surprise: "Sir, it's already o'clock. I'm afraid the canteen is not ready yet. Whatever you want to eat, I'll go outside and buy it for you." "
It's funny, we are in a state of combat readiness before departure. Access should be strictly controlled. Are you leaving the camp just to buy food? Zhou Changfeng thought this was child's play.
He waved his hand and replied: "We're leaving soon. You shouldn't come in and out at will. You must keep things confidential and prevent espionage. Get me some canned food... or steamed buns and pickled mustard."
"Yes, please wait a moment."
Not long after the young guard left, a three-wheeled motorcycle with a sidecar turned a corner from a distance and finally stopped in front of the house.
The big officer carried in the sidecar got out of the car, walked quickly to Zhou Changfeng, raised his hands and fisted his fist very quickly, and then looked at him carefully, "Batalion Commander, are you okay? The phone number of the Inspection Department is... We reached the brigade headquarters, and Junzuo scolded you for making a mistake at a critical moment."
Zhou Changfeng had an impression of this person. He seemed to be his adjutant. However, he couldn't name him for a while. He could only cough twice to hide his embarrassment, "Ahem, it's not a big problem, just a little flesh wound."
"That's good. Jun Zuo said he would get back to him later. Uh... Then, each team has been equipped, but there are still some mistakes. A transceiver in the communication platoon is broken and is still being repaired. The machine gun company previously installed While driving, a soldier was crushed and his leg was broken."
"What about other work? Are you ready?"
"My hair has been shaved off, but my suicide note is still being written."
Shave your hair and write a suicide note before going into battle? This is indeed a reasonable approach.
"Okay, I understand." Zhou Changfeng nodded, "I'll call the brigade commander back first and go on inspection later."
Only then did he finally remember the name and resume of the adjutant in front of him - Xie Wancheng, a native of Linyi, Qingzhou, graduated from the Shuntian Army Arms Academy of the four junior military academies.
The so-called four junior military academies are actually the collective name for the four armament academies of Shuntian Army, Yingtian Army, Chengdu Army and Hangzhou Navy. Their history is very long. For example, the two army armament academies of Shuntian and Yingtian can even be traced back to the Ming Dynasty. Jingwei Martial Arts was established during the early Jianwen period.
As for "Jinzuo", it is actually just a respectful title for superiors such as brigade commanders.
In Zhou Changfeng's increasingly clear memory fragments, his commander seems to be a grumpy old man, but he has a kind-hearted face and has always valued himself very much?
After fumbling with the phone for a while, the anxious Zhou Changfeng dialed the number of the brigade headquarters.
"Headquarters of the Third Guards Brigade, what's going on?"
"I am Zhou Changfeng, commander of the first battalion. Report to the brigade commander that I am fine."
"Uh... please wait a moment."
After about ten seconds of silence, a fierce-sounding voice came from the microphone.
"Mom sells batches. Before departure, I will run around on the streets to risk my life. If you want to get slapped with a military stick, you son of a bitch, just say so!"
When he came up, he was scolded all over the face. Zhou Changfeng, who had a black line on his head, didn't know how to reply. Fortunately, the other end of the phone did not continue the scolding, but quickly got to the point.
"...Your department will be the first to load the truck tomorrow morning. That's all. Don't neglect it. Then, the medical team will arrive in a moment. There are a few treasures inside, so take good care of them."
"clear."
The baby of the medical team? What baby?
