There is still an hour left before the exercise, so I have to buy a watch. Since I am the agent platoon leader, I have to keep track of the time.
Wang Ke walked forward leisurely and unknowingly reached the wireless squad station, where several soldiers were cleaning up under the leadership of a veteran Xue Lin.
"Good morning, Platoon Commander."
When several soldiers saw Wang Ke, they immediately stood at attention.
"You continue, Xue Lin, where is the old squad leader?" His military skills are also very good, but he has no chance. He has been a soldier for more than three years and is still a soldier.
"Platoon leader, our squad leader is feeling a little unwell today and is still lying down."
"What's wrong?" Wang Ke thought, he was fine last night and also participated in the emergency assembly. Why did he... today?
Wang Ke walked straight into the room. He wanted to see Huang Zhonghe, the old squad leader.
The room was dark, and only the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe could be heard saying in the darkness with a hoarse voice: "Good morning, platoon leader."
"Old monitor, what's wrong with you?"
"Maybe he caught a cold and was sweating." Huang Zhonghe replied.
When Wang Ke heard this, he was puzzled. Although it was autumn, it was not hot and cold. How could he be sweating? At this time, Xue Lin followed and turned on the light.
Wang Ke took a look and saw that the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe was really sick. His face was pale and he had a towel on his head.
"What? You have a fever?"
"Yes." Xue Lin replied instead. After that, he stepped forward and took off the wet towel, soaked it in the basin next to it, twisted it, and put it on the forehead of the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe again.
Wang Ke stretched out his hand and touched it, his forehead was hot. Huang Zhonghe is now covered with three quilts, but he is still shivering from the cold.
"what happened?"
"The squad leader washed his military uniform last night. Who knew there would be an emergency assembly at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night? The squad leader was wearing a wet uniform, and he was sweating as soon as he ran in front. After the emergency assembly, the company and platoon made separate comments, and the time wasted After a while, hot sweat turns into cold sweat, isn’t it just flash sweat?”
When Xue Lin said this, Wang Ke remembered that it was true. Yesterday when I ran to the agreed emergency meeting point, I was sweating profusely. Apart from his backpack, he had no equipment or guns. If he were fully armed, he might sweat even more.
Fortunately, my comment was not long and only contained a few words.
"Platoon leader, it's my fault too. This uniform has not been washed during the day on Sunday. Why do you wash it at night?"
"Yeah, why do you wash it at night?" Wang Ke was puzzled.
Xue Lin smiled and answered on behalf of the old squad leader: "After roll call yesterday, I came back and saw that the landlord's pig had escaped. We all went to help catch the pig, but the squad leader slipped and fell into the pig pen."
After saying this, Wang Ke understood that Huang Zhonghe was a very clean person, so it was logical to wash clothes at night.
"Platoon leader, it's my fault for not having a strong sense of combat readiness. I originally had a set of military uniforms in my small bag. I thought I could use this set of military uniforms at dawn, so I didn't take it out because I was too lazy. Who would have thought that there would be an emergency gathering in the middle of the night?" Ban Huang Zhonghe said apologetically.
Wang Ke broke out in a sweat. The only person he praised yesterday was the wireless class. Who knew that the old class leader Huang Zhonghe had made a mistake. If this were on the battlefield, today's non-combat attrition would be certain.
It seems that the problem with the command platoon is really not just a little bit.
"Xue Lin, didn't you go to the hygienist?" Wang Ke asked.
"It was a little early just now, I'll go now. Just in time, I have to arrange sick meals for the squad leader." Xue Lin walked away as he said that. Wang Ke sat for a while while health worker Yu Deben followed Xue Lin in a hurry, carrying a medicine box on his back. When I measured it with a thermometer, it was over thirty-nine degrees. I quickly took a fever-reducing shot and left some medicine behind.
It was already dawn. Wang Ke looked at the old squad leader, then at the people next to him, and said, "Xue Lin."
"Arrived!" Xue Lin stood at attention.
"Today you act as squad leader and will organize a drill for the whole team."
"yes!"
Due to limited conditions, troop training was changed to platoon-based training. Wang Ke thanked the health worker and immediately returned to the reconnaissance class, put on his belt and prepared to go out for exercise.
Just when he was taking the belt, he looked up and saw the boxes stacked on the west side of the fire bed. Those dreams last night are still vivid in my mind. Wang Ke took two steps forward and tilted his head to look at the boxes. Although they were not locked, they could not be opened at will.
"Platoon leader, what are you looking at? Are these boxes too eye-catching and in the way?" Gu Maolin came back from outside, and he also came to get his belt.
"What's in this box?" Wang Ke asked.
"I do not know."
"Let's go and do some work. Didn't the landlord, Uncle Geng, come back last night?" Wang Ke continued to ask.
"It seems like he didn't come back. Anyway, I didn't hear the sound."
As the two of them talked, they came to the yard one after another. At this time, whistles were heard one after another in the misty Longquanzhuang. One long and two short rows of assembly whistles were all blown.
"Assemble! Stand at attention, look to the right, and look forward. Take a break and stand at attention!" Song Ruimin looked at Wang Ke. Wang Ke waved his hand, and Song Ruimin immediately made a knowing "pop", turned to the right, and ran to the front of the team. , stood still, and then shouted loudly: "Turn right, run."
Wang Ke followed the rear of the reconnaissance squad, ran to the gathering place agreed by the command platoon, and began to conduct drills.
It’s also quite interesting to do exercises at the training ground. They are all country roads. One line is a little long, and three lines is a little wide, so the classes were organized into two lines. Follow Longquanzhuang to the west, then turn back to the south, run along the winding road in front of the village, cross five small bridges, and finally come to a magnificent gate.
Wang Ke looked back and saw that this place was seven or eight hundred meters away from the village.
Cornices and brackets, red walls and yellow tiles. The red wall is five meters upward, surrounded by towering ancient pines and green cypresses, and shaded by green trees. Facing the front is a main hall about ten meters high. Climbing up the steps, there is a three-eyed palace door, all of which are mottled vermilion doors. The middle door is the tallest, and each door is more than two meters wide. meters high. It is extremely dense, as if there are many unspeakable secrets and vicissitudes hidden inside.
This mausoleum is a bit strange. Instead of facing north and south, it faces west and east.
In front of the door, there is a mausoleum paved with bluestones, about nine meters wide. Weeds grow out of the cracks in the stones, which makes the mausoleum even more desolate.
There is a row of gray and white statues on both sides of the road. This road did not go up for dozens of meters, but an arch bridge was built out of thin air. After crossing the arch bridge, the road was cut off, and the road stones were torn to pieces by nearby villagers. This scenery forms a very comical contrast with the red walls and golden glazed tiles of the yard.
Five or six meters away from the palace gate, there are two square furnaces. This building was used to burn sacrificial objects during ancient sacrifices.
The command platoon runs here and the exercise is basically over. They disperse and rest where they are.
Wang Ke walked to the front of the palace and then to the bridge. I looked around, very curious.
Song Ruimin followed and said to Wang Ke: "Platoon leader, this mausoleum is guarded by Uncle Geng."
"Oh." Wang Ke stood on the ridge of the arch bridge, looked at the bridges in the south of the village, and looked at the mountains to the north and west of Longquanzhuang. He secretly praised in his heart that it was really a bit difficult to choose this mausoleum site in the first place. Be particular about it. One day, if I bring Professor Wen and Professor Ye here to see them, their feelings will definitely be stronger than mine.
"Platoon leader, one day we will arrange a drawing board operation. Please ask Uncle Geng to take us in to take a look?" Song Ruimin said while still saying.
"Have you never gone in to take a look?"
"No, I heard that this mausoleum is quite unique."
"What characteristics?"
"It is said that I also heard it from Uncle Geng. This mausoleum looks relatively low-key from the outside. It doesn't even have an archway, but it is very luxurious inside. First, all the main halls are made of golden nanmu, and no one has been used. A nail. The second is this mausoleum, which contains a large number of white marble stone carvings, which are super exquisite. In terms of artistic value alone, it is the most distinctive among the more than 20 mausoleums in Xishan and Dongshan."
"You still have such rhetoric? Then when can you make an appointment? I'll call the old platoon leader."
"Okay, platoon leader, let's assemble. Shall we walk the queue here?"
"Can."
Song Ruimin began to assemble the team, and then conducted a fifteen-minute queue training as a whole.
After the exercise, everyone returned to the station and started to wash up. Then, Zhao Mingming, who was on duty to prepare meals, went to the kitchen to prepare meals and turn on the water.
While queuing up for dinner, Wang Ke asked Song Ruimin: "What is the morning exercise class about?"
"According to the training plan, our class should be conducting fixed-point training on military topography this morning."
Wang Ke nodded. Fixed-point training is also a drawing board operation. That is, the commander randomly designates a position on the scene. This may be the target, our artillery position, or a standing point. The scouts quickly visually measured the distance and approximate angle, found the location on the map, and determined the coordinates of the target.
The difficulty of this training is the high consistency between the map and the actual target. Have you ever seen a map? The circles of contour lines can make people confused. Because those contour lines are ridges that are convex outward and valleys that are concave inward. When it comes to flat land, one contour line can go around the entire map, or even more.
In addition, it is quite difficult to determine this location. When training at the teacher's farm, everyone knew that on a 1:50,000 map, a wrong pinhole would be about 25 meters on the actual terrain. If you were wrong by one centimeter, you would be wrong by 500 meters. Went out.
"Where are the other two squads?" Wang Ke is now the acting platoon leader. It is different from before. Now he has to consider the entire platoon.
"According to the training plan, each class should train its own basic skills first, and the next stage is synthesis."
"Then inform the phone team and come with us for some running today." Wang Ke said.
"yes!"
Running, just two words to say it, is actually quite tiring. To put it more clearly, it means retracting and releasing telephone lines. The scout here finds this point on the map. Over there, you call the team and bring a line tapper. A bundle of lines is 500 meters long. They are all black twisted pairs with steel wires inside. Your telephone team has to quickly put the line to this point. It's not finished even after putting it at the location. You have to use the green telephone on your back to connect the two ends. Only if you can talk can you be considered qualified.
I was most afraid that the telephone line would be interrupted, and I was also afraid that the connectors between each turn of the line would not be properly connected, or the contact would be poor, and that would be the end of it, and I would fail this training.
If the target is an artillery position, 1,500 meters away from the command post, you have to sprint at a speed of 100 meters to put in the three-turn telephone line. Note that this is not flat ground. You have to climb cliffs and wade through water. You also have to pay attention to concealment to avoid artillery fire and the enemy's "cold shots".
Difficult enough, right? This is also a comprehensive training subject passed down by the old platoon leader Hu Zhijun.
