After the four-week basic training was completed, the 6th Army training camp officially became an army. Although it is a battalion, due to its nature as a demonstration unit, the degree of integration is very high. In addition to infantry and chasseurs, there are also artillery and service units.
The organization formulated by the Military Commission is generally modeled on the European armies from the 18th to the early 19th century. Battalions serve as basic combat units. Each infantry battalion is organized into 6 companies. Each infantry platoon is composed of 3 squads, each squad has 9 people, and the platoon has 30 people. 3 platoons form a company, each company has 100 people. There are flag bearers, drummers and flute players in the company, and there is also a cooking class with 5 people.
The current training camp of the Sixth Army only has three infantry companies, one jagger platoon, and one "grenadier platoon". This so-called "Grenadier Platoon" here regained its original meaning, not the meaning of elite infantry.
The No. 1 grenade produced by the chemical industry department has too little lethality. For this reason, a larger No. 4 bomb was fired. The outer casing is made of cast iron. The materials were not up to standard and there was no suitable explosive, so we had to increase the volume and load more black powder. The result was that the size of the No. 4 bomb was comparable to that of an old-fashioned land mine.
Because of its weight, this weapon is thrown in the form of a hammer - of course it can also be thrown directly by hand, but it is only a dozen meters away. The No. 4 bomb was not equipped with a fuse, but used a safer and more reliable fuse to explode. The bombardier had to prepare a slow-burning match rope - exactly like the original grenadier.
Such an awkward design makes the officers of the New Army love and hate it, but it is a good plaster if it can pull out the pus. A person who is strong and can throw far is selected from the soldiers to serve as this grenadier. Each person is equipped with 4 missiles as standard and carries them in a special backpack.
However, an accident occurred during the New Army's throwing training. The thrown grenade exploded in the air before it hit the ground. The flying iron fragments killed one soldier on the spot and injured several others. The inspection result was that the quality of the fuse was not up to par and it burned too quickly.
Making a fuse is technically simple, just use paper and gunpowder. But hand-made is very skillful. No one has ever worked in a pyrotechnics factory. The fuse made by just reading a book is unevenly charged, tight and loose, and burns quickly and slowly. This problem existed in the past, causing the blasting time to be inaccurate, so the fuse was often placed longer. But you can't leave too much safety margin on the grenade, otherwise the fuse will be pinched off if it doesn't explode for a long time after landing.
This problem is neither big nor small. The chemical industry group organized people to test it for several days in a row, trying to improve the process. Unexpectedly, it was easily solved. One day, a salesman arrived in Dongmen City with a heavy load. It's something that no one has ever sold before - firecrackers. Immediately Dongmen Chuiyu, who realized the value, bought them all and gave them a try. The results were satisfactory. The firecracker maker was forced by the traveling people at bayonets the next day to move the whole family and the tools and materials for making firecrackers. Arrive at Bairen Commune.
Winter in Lingao has arrived unknowingly. Although Lingao is known as the Little Ice Age and is located in the subtropical zone, the temperature during the day is still no less than 20 degrees Celsius. It feels much cooler than it was on D-Day. It's the dry season in Lingao, it almost never rains and it's sunny every day.
On this day, a deserted land more than ten kilometers away from Bairen City suddenly became lively. People from four villages and eight towns, wealthy people, traders in the city, idlers...as long as they had nothing important to do today, they all headed towards this place. A place that is usually deserted is here - today is the day for the funeral of the "Kun people".
Lingao is a small border town. Apart from the fun of beheading in the county town, there is almost no entertainment for the people throughout the year. Weddings and funerals of wealthy families were originally the best entertainment for common people in the old days. What's more, these overseas visitors are full of weirdness.
County Magistrate Wu Ya also changed into casual clothes and mingled with the crowd. Unlike the county magistrate, he was full of curiosity about this group of overseas visitors.
He followed the crowd for almost an hour and came to a high slope on the west bank of the Wenlan River. The terrain here is high and it is extremely troublesome to divert water for farming, so it has always been a wasteland. It is flat on all sides, with a slightly raised hill in the middle. There are already "Kun people" soldiers standing guard in the open space around the hill. Many people have gathered on the hillside and in the surrounding open space. Those locals who are already familiar with outsiders in Bairen City can recognize that there are many prominent figures inside. All dressed in clean and tidy uniforms.
In addition to these people, there are many ordinary people who work for "Kun people". The newly retrained Base Company of the Sixth Army Training Battalion was wearing brand-new, starched uniforms. The Mini rifle in its hand was polished with oil, and the spear gleamed with a cold light.
The entrance at the foot of the mountain is a large rectangular black stone wall, leaving only a small arch. A path passes through it and reaches the small dirt hill in the center of the cemetery.
On the top of this small slope with an altitude of only about 10 meters, a semi-circular stone wall of black granite was built, simply decorated with a lotus base carved from stone.
On the top of the stone wall, there are several Chinese characters engraved: Cuigang Martyrs Cemetery.
Wen Desi got off the car and walked slowly towards the hill in the middle of the cemetery - as the representative of the highest authority of the time-travelers, he was about to preside over the first funeral of the time-travel regime - the deceased was an ordinary soldier who died from a grenade a few days ago. Training accidents.
In Li Shisan's short life, in which he himself did not know his exact age, there was really nothing that could indicate that he would become a special figure in history after his death. But the title wall at Cuigang Cemetery starts with him.
There was no mourning music, no gongs, drums or beatings, no monks and Taoists chanting sutras and mantras, and no women wailing. A tearful trumpet sounded in the sky. As the trumpet sounded, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet. The soldiers of the Benchmark Company marched at a pace of 75 steps per minute and lined up with guns. The trumpet fell. Two drummers led the way, and the military drum beat slowly. Two tall black horses that the locals had never seen before pulled a black four-wheeled artillery cart slowly past. A simple plain wood coffin was placed on the cart. Horse hooves beat on the stone road, accompanied by the slow beat of drums. Everything is unprecedented, mixed with respect, admiration and emotion. There is no greater expression of mourning and pathos than all this. The atmosphere was so intense that it was almost suffocating.
The coffin was slowly lowered into the grave by ropes.
"Raise the gun and let go!"
Seven soldiers selected from the Jaeger platoon raised their guns and fired into the air three times at the same time. The crisp sound of gunshots lingered on the hillside, and there was silence all around. In the silence, the lights-out horn blew slowly, playing 24 syllables slowly. It turned out that even the time-travelers who had come to perform political propaganda dramas were moved to tears - the atmosphere was really contagious.
Then the coffin began to be covered with earth.
"At the moment of death, his soul had already ascended straight to heaven," Wen Desi said solemnly. "The flying Valkyrie picked them up. We bid farewell to his body here, and his soul is watching us in the sky..."
"This must be a high-ranking official with short hair." Some of the villagers watching from a distance were talking.
"I heard that's not the case. He's a deputy."
"A lieutenant is like this? What's going to happen to the short-haired emperor? He probably needs a hundred horses to pull the four-wheeled vehicle."
"That soldier was recruited locally. He was a 'lucky guy'. He had been a soldier for just over a month. He was killed when a cannon was fired."
"You died with such grandeur, your life was not in vain." Some people actually became envious.
"Yes, the big man Li in our village died, but the deacons set up half the street, but they were all decorated with beggars, how can they be so impressive!"
After hearing this, Wu Ya hurriedly squeezed over and asked, "Is it really just a soldier who died?"
The man who spoke saw that the man was popular, his clothes were shabby, and he knew he was not an ordinary person, so he carefully replied: "Of course, one of my brothers from the same family is doing the work for Short Hair now, and he told me personally that he can still do it. Is it fake?"
"I don't understand what they think. Isn't it just a soldier?"
"Buy people's hearts." A man who looked like a scholar not far away, although his face was pale and his clothes were tattered, still showed a disdainful expression, "How about a funeral? How can there be any etiquette? Barbarians are barbarians! "
"Stop talking nonsense. Who said in this week's ritual that Wang Bi Fang would be used to clear the way during a funeral?" Someone seemed to dislike him and sneered.
Wu Ya did not continue to listen, a feeling of fear or admiration filled his heart. The thieves are trying to win people's hearts, but their method seems to be more effective and can directly touch the heart of people's hearts. Wu Ya claims to be an old bastard in the officialdom. When he cries for Lord Wanli, he can scream at the top of his lungs and still make calculations in his heart. How much food and extra money is there? But the scene just now moved him inexplicably and made him want to cry. Thinking back on it now, it was ridiculous: What was there for him to cry and be moved about? The thief's mind-attacking skills are almost to the point of being evil! Since the autumn harvest, the people have been rushing to Bairentan as if they were drugged, and more and more people are turning to thieves. Wu Ya was an old local official and knew that although the people did not have a good impression of the government, they would not turn to thieves unless they encountered bad years. Lingao's annual revenue this year is pretty good, and there are actually so many people going! What will it become in the future? This is the world of Ming Dynasty!
On the way back to the camp, the members of the executive committee felt that the new army was taking greater steps, its appearance was more orderly, and everyone was in high spirits. The soldiers spontaneously sang the newly learned military song:
The beautiful fairy is calling you from afar
Brave man, go and fight the enemy bravely
Face to face, blowing hot wind
stirring my soul
There is a sneer on your face
Staring at the earth indifferently, you face death calmly
It's all in my eyes
I know you are fearless
I know you are extremely determined
One day you will appear
Your power is so powerful
One day you will appear
you can create miracles
The beautiful fairy is calling you from afar
For tomorrow, man, go and kill the enemy
Like the god of death flying in the blue sky embracing the battle, full of blood and energy
For tomorrow, please don’t hesitate anymore
Brave man, go and fight the enemy bravely
This song is accompanied by EVA's music score and sung by the voices of hundreds of strong men with southern and northern accents. "Laughing Fruit" is really extraordinary. The officers all wore strange smiles, and some were so suppressed that their faces were distorted.
Wei Aiwen was very proud and said to Ma Qianxu: "Mr. Ma, this funeral was beautiful, wasn't it? Look how high everyone's morale is!"
"Didn't you just copy the stuff from Arlington Cemetery and add some foreign MSG? I thought I would see Scottish bagpipes." Ma Qianzhu was quite satisfied with the effect of this funeral. The above is for the dead, but mainly for the living. Burying Li Shisan solemnly not only won the hearts of ordinary natives, but also united all the time travelers - after all, they are not gods. As they go deeper and deeper into this time and space, someone will die at any time. Although everyone knows that everything is empty after death, they know that after death they will be buried ceremoniously, lying under a marble monument on a green lawn, instead of being thrown into a smoky grave. Be braver when it comes to death.
"I bought a bagpipe and brought it with me, but no one knows how to play it!" Wei Aiwen said with a "cuppy" look on his face, "I thought Little Bear could play, but it turns out that he can only play "Grenadier March" on the flute. "You can't do anything else. Otherwise, the effect will be better!"
"Don't keep praising yourself. If Xiao Zishan hadn't submitted a proposal to build Cuigang Cemetery to the Executive Committee more than a month ago, would this effect be achieved now?"
"Did he also make a certain contribution? I don't deny it -"
"It's good if you can recognize the contributions of others." Ma Qianzhu vaguely felt that Wei Aiwen had some problems recently. But one thing's for sure: He's starting to inflate his ego.
