A few days later, in the open space in the southwest corner of Mangshi, boxes of supplies were placed in piles on both sides of the road. Various trucks and mules were parked around them, and countless soldiers were busy getting dressed. car work.
Now this place has become the third division's logistics transfer station. A large amount of materials sent from the rear are gathered here, and then the heavy equipment is sorted and sent to each company and platoon.
"Oh my god, I'm so dead...Brother Zhou, do you think these boxes are right?"
A skinny soldier finally loaded the large boxes of ammunition onto the truck with great difficulty.
"Thirty boxes of submachine gun bullets, two boxes of 7.62 bullets, as well as loose powder and grenades... Yes, that's it. Hurry up and take them back to the company."
Monk Zhou took the list and checked it one by one. Although he looked tall and tall, he was very careful in this regard. After confirming that everything was correct, he called his men to start loading the car.
"Haha, great monk, monitor Mo is not here today? Is everything okay?"
Feng San, the company commander of the heavy supply company in charge of allocating this material, came over and said hello with a smile.
"Hey, Captain Feng, Lao Mo has something to do today and can't leave. But he is not the squad leader now, he has been promoted to company commander."
Monk Zhou touched his big shiny head and said proudly.
Because I often come to the transportation group to pull supplies, I am familiar with several of the stewards here.
"Oh, congratulations to him. He became a company commander at a young age. He has a bright future." Feng San, who was in his fifties, smiled like an old fox and kept praising him.
"Oh, Captain Feng, why are you so polite today? We are all real people. If you have anything to do, just say it."
Monk Zhou is really confused. This old guy usually looks like a landlord and a wealthy man. If he does something wrong, he will collapse faster than anyone else. If you want to get more things from him, it will be harder than climbing to the sky. What's going on today? His face suddenly changed.
"Haha, it's actually nothing. Well...I heard that your company is going to be moved to the chariot camp, right?" Feng San rolled his eyes and asked pointedly.
"That's what happened, what happened?"
During the last attack on Mangshi, Monk Zhou's squad was the first team to rush into the city, and with the cooperation of armored vehicles, they defeated several firepower points. Then in the battle with the 18th Division, he also wiped out countless enemies and made great achievements.
During the Mangshi Interdiction Battle, a number of junior officers were killed or injured and one after another withdrew from the battle order. Each company and platoon urgently needed to promote a number of officers to take their place. Squad leader Mo Youcai was promoted to company commander because of his meritorious service in two battles, and Monk Zhou also joined the ranks. A platoon leader Dangdang.
Seeing the initial results of the infantry-tank collaboration, Chen Jize decided to add two infantry companies to the third regiment's tank battalion to continue coordinated operations, and Monk Zhou's company happened to be divided into them.
Feng San received an affirmative answer and immediately beamed with joy. He quietly pulled Monk Zhou to the corner and said with a smile: "Well, I have a nephew who used to be a sergeant in the Armored Corps under Commander Du. He can drive a tank. We even fought in the Battle of Nanjing back then."
"Then what?"
"Sigh... you also know, how many of the people who came out of that hellish place in Nanjing were able to survive? My nephew's tank crew was set on fire by a gunshot from a kid, and he was also burned to pieces. Fortunately, his fellow comrades I found out that he was not dead and saved his life after being rescued.”
Feng San turned his head behind him and pursed his lips as he spoke. Monk Zhou looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a 27- or 28-year-old first class soldier standing quietly next to the truck.
I saw him just standing there expressionless and silent. There was no emotion or anger in his dark eyes. Half of his face was covered with burn marks. As his cheeks extended to the depths of his neck, maybe that The scars under the clothes are even more hideous.
"Amitabha, it is indeed not easy..."
Seeing the young man's miserable condition, Monk Zhou couldn't help but sigh. He was originally a monk, but because the Japanese invaders were in power, he no longer had the inclination to meditate on sutras, so he went down to the mountain with several brothers to join the army to fight against the Japanese. To this day, he is the only one left alive during the war.
Seeing that there was something going on, Feng Sanyi took Monk Zhou's hand and said seriously: "Brother, I didn't hear that you were even transferred to the tank battalion. My nephew has no other skills except that he can drive a tank. Why don't I go back with you and see if I can get a tank driver behind me?"
"Ah! This... Captain Feng, why did you come to see me about this?" Monk Zhou was greatly surprised. He didn't expect that Feng San actually wanted to rob him.
"I originally wanted to find Lao Mo. You know we are from the same hometown, but he didn't come today."
"No, you want him to drive a tank and go directly to the chariot battalion. We were just infantry in the past, so we don't get along." Monk Zhou had a dark look on his face.
Feng San's face changed slightly, and he said angrily: "I've looked for it a long time ago. Damn those egg-colored guys, they all have their nostrils turned upward. How can they be happy with me?"
Speaking of this, Feng San was helpless. The most important thing was that the superiors had sent a group of drivers there and there were no vacancies. He thought about letting his nephew enter the chariot camp first. Maybe he would need it later?
"Sigh... this boy's life is miserable. The ancestral home in his hometown was occupied by the Japanese. My sister and brother-in-law are also missing. He spent two years recovering from his injuries in the rear. After recovering from his injuries, he returned to the army. This is not the case now. Be a driver for me."
Feng San's eyes were a little moist when he said this, and his nephew's tragic experience made him burst into tears.
"Brother Feng, don't...hey..."
Monk Zhou was straight-sighted and didn't know what to do when he saw this situation, so he had to tell the truth: "For me, it would be better to stay in the supply camp. There is plenty of oil and water, and the risk is low. It's not like what we do every day. Just tuck your head in your belt and go to see the Buddha without warning."
"I've also said that, but that kid is stubborn. His only wish is to drive a tank again and kill the Japanese to avenge his parents and dead comrades. If he hadn't been pestering me, I wouldn't be happy with this trouble."
Feng San sighed and looked around to see that no one was paying attention to them. He put his arms around Monk Zhou's neck and whispered softly: "Aren't your companies also replenishing soldiers? One more person is not too much, and one person is less than one person. Isn't it a matter of a word? Don't worry. Okay, there are good things coming later, brother, don’t you miss me yet? Really..."
Monk Zhou thought about it carefully and it was the same thing. He didn't dare to offend this old fox. Even though he was not a big official, he was responsible for the supplies of several battalions. He might have to ask others for help later.
"That's a hit! You ask him to come over and show me. Let's agree first. No one dares to guarantee it on the battlefield. I won't be able to control whether he sneaks into the armor later."
"Easy to say, easy to say, all you need is a little care on the battlefield."
Feng San's face was filled with joy. This matter was finally done. He immediately turned around and greeted the young man: "Chen Tang, come here quickly!"
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