With a mission and being out in the field, many things are naturally not so particular. In addition, Shen Rusong and Chen Xiaoxiang are already very familiar with each other. After all, they hang out together every day, so there is nothing to watch. I’ve seen everything that needs to be seen, and I can’t say a word or two. Is there anything extra pretentious about it?
It was nothing more than a large circle of people watching, fearing that they would whistle and boo him endlessly.
Seeing that Shen Rusong rejected her, Chen Xiaoxiang snorted coldly and rode away. The raised dust washed over Shen Rusong. The latter was not angry, but glanced at the still red sun. , I thought, why is it still so hot at this time of year?
How can the veterans do this kind of messy thing like cleaning up around the camp? To put it bluntly, it's just pulling weeds and burning them. If they could really use a flamethrower to get rid of the high-pressure flame addiction, maybe the veterans would go for a walk twice, but who would be willing to do it casually? Use compressed oil to play with haystacks? Do you really think the platoon leader's boots are soft or something?
It turned out that Shen Rusong was too lazy to go there himself. During the camp, it was the right way to maintain the equipment and go to the cooking class to try and make some hot soup and dishes. However, considering how familiar he was with friendly troops from other infantry units, and the fact that all the people in the 2nd squad were smiling playfully and pointing at a group of new infantry boys next to them, Shen Rusong simply asked a few infantry boys who looked pleasing to his eye to do the chores. Order them to bring saws, machetes, portable torches, etc., and set off after gathering.
Shen Rusong glanced at his surroundings and saw overgrown tall grass. He thought to himself that it took a hundred years to grow, but a day to grow grass. But how long would it take for these weeds, which are half as tall as a man and as tall as one to be tall, to grow over the years?
He suddenly remembered an inexplicable ambush that broke out near a similar unknown village in Beiqin some time ago. A group of eyeless mobs were wiped out like eggs hitting a stone.
Shen Rusong stretched out his hand to brush away the blades of grass that caught his nose. The noise of a large army setting up camp could be heard in the distance, followed by a wave of hot air at dusk. He turned slightly and glanced at the new recruits who were still on the ground. Tight, he opened his mouth and lectured:
"When walking in bushes and grass, keep your center of gravity low, your steps as light as possible, your eyes open, and if there is any movement, stop immediately or lie down."
Shen Rusong pointed. Naturally, if possible, I would check the level of training in this environment. As expected, the instructions were followed very well, and Shen Rusong was basically satisfied.
He saw that Yang Qi had been searching forward with his gun raised, and his eyes were obviously focused on the front of the muzzle, which easily caused the field of vision to be too narrow. This gesture cannot be said to be wrong, it can only be said that the effect is somewhat inferior. If Shen Rusong alone said it, even if you teach him step by step, the effect would not be very good. It is best to suddenly jump out from the side during confrontation training and give him a hard lesson, so that he can remember it all at once.
"This is a single point, this is a jet." Shen Rusong said, raising a portable torch.
This is a small torch similar to a spray gun. It is ignited by an electric shock and relies on the oil stored in the handle to shoot out flames. Of course, you can also attach external oil or gas tanks, which are very light and can be disassembled. This portable torch itself is even an integral part of a large flamethrower. It is very versatile and is therefore widely welcomed by the troops.
The torch emits several wisps of orange flames, changing the spray distance as Shen Rusong operates. He gestured: "Without an external oil tank, it can be used for ten bursts of about two seconds, and the continuous injection is half a minute. My suggestion is to try to single-point as much as possible, and always leave one or two backup times, which are relatively minor. The fat bundles will melt after being burned once. For advanced ones, add a little catalyst and then burn..."
After Shen Rusong explained and demonstrated, he asked the soldiers to pick up torches and spread out to light fires. He thought that this little thing would not cause any trouble, so he lit a cigarette and watched behind him.
Unexpectedly, an infantryman in charge of doing chores was too excited to play with fire or something. When he saw that the flames had stopped, he stupidly turned the spray gun upside down to check if there was something wrong with the nozzle. This shocked Shen Rusong behind him. He almost swallowed the cigarette butt, but he didn't dare to say anything suddenly, lest he frightened the elder brother, his face would melt as soon as he pressed his hand.
Shen Rusong took a deep breath, rushed over and kicked the fool who was in a hurry to reincarnate, scolded him and told him to go back and squat as soon as possible.
"I can't even make a fire!"
This is not the end of the story. Later, we encountered bad things such as the oil being sticky and failing to mix, the flames getting bigger and smaller, etc. Especially when we had to light the fire with the wind, which saved the sparks from crossing the fire ditch and causing everyone to smoke. The fire finally succeeded in burning away the weeds in front of the camp.
He took out the kettle from the back of Xie Guorong's waist and poured water to wash his face. Shen Rusong wordlessly pulled off a handful of burnt hair, sighing and saying that it was not easy to straighten even wearing a helmet.
"Let's disperse... go back to eat..." Shen Rusong waved his hands feebly. As soon as he dispersed this group of infantry who were more or less successful and failed, he deeply felt that the old sergeant major was like this when he first joined the company. When looking at him, do you think of this 2nd class monitor who is always embarrassed?
When he looked up, he saw several horses passing by. It was Chen Xiaoxiang who was leading the people to inspect the fire to ensure that it burned to the outside of the camp.
Shen Rusong couldn't help but sigh even more.
By the time Shen Rusong started to walk back, the sky was getting dark. His boots stepped on the still warm grass embers, which were slightly soft when he stepped on them. Shen Rusong looked at the brightly lit camp, where several drones were circling, and the field battle The antenna also stood up.
He thought of the mob prisoners who had dug graves for themselves. He lowered his head and kicked, feeling that the next moment he would kick a few rotten bones, maybe even a skull?
For a "veteran" like him who has experienced bloodshed and mountains of blood many times, what will happen if he is really kicked?
The aroma of the food wafted over, and Shen Rusong raised his head. Long queues lined up in front of the cooking truck. The soldiers were chatting and laughing with each other while queuing up to get rice. People who were familiar with it could tell just by smelling the smell that it must be pickled cabbage stewed with vermicelli, and they were more concerned about the contents. With or without meat slices, it would just be stewed with sauerkraut, delicious.
However, instead of sliced meat, there was blood sausage.
Shen Rusong asked, "Who eats blood sausage?" From the corner of his eye, he saw Liu Weiwei taking one bite at a time, so Shen Rusong picked out the blood sausages from the lunch box and poured them all into her bowl.
"Squad leader, you don't want to eat blood sausage?" Liu Weiwei said happily.
"I haven't liked eating since I was a kid."
"Ah, what a shame, it tastes like sausage."
"It's not real meat. I think it tastes too strong. It feels a bit like drinking blood."
"Squad leader, are you from the Northeast?"
Shen Rusong felt provoked and replied: "I am a Bailong person, and this is the taste of my ancestors."
"My family says they are from Linghai, so they have ancestral genes, hahaha..."
"Then it's yours to eat blood sausage from now on."
Sitting by the campfire and chatting briefly, Shen Rusong habitually took out the folding engineer shovel and started wiping it. The sharp serrations on the edge were not only excellent for cutting grass, but also for cutting heads. Unlike old engineers like Deng Feng, he liked to use the shovel surface. The engraved lines represent how many mutant beasts were killed with cold weapons, but he had eaten eggs fried with a shovel and always felt a fishy smell.
Halfway through wiping, the intercom rang.
"Squad Leader 2, come to my place."
"What did the platoon leader want with me again?" Shen Rusong muttered.
More than a thousand people were crowded into this unknown village, and their tents had to be set up outside. After passing through the noisy crowd, Shen Rusong frowned and saw many male and female soldiers laughing wantonly. He always felt that many strictly prohibited acts of laxity had happened, and he was determined to find the military police wearing white badges. , why bother?
Even he is a member of the second-line garrison. His troops are built according to the standards of an elite field army. What about the other third-line and even reserve infantry that have been temporarily removed?
No wonder the camps and tents of the main force of the hunters, combat engineers, and cavalry are on the periphery, keeping a considerable distance from the unconstrained infantry.
