Military love weapons, especially the weapons they haven't seen before, they have been curious about these weapons.

If Zhu Hongsi is really a veteran who has been a soldier for five years, he will definitely be interested in the Japanese troops' crooked handle machine gun.

"Leader, do you mean to make me a gunman?" Zhu Hongsi didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Zhiguo, and asked carefully.

"No! In the later period, there are very few machine guns assigned by the department. To be honest, if there is a Czech style, I would rather throw away the crooked handle, but there is no way. In the future, there will be a long time in the future.

Do not turn on the sub -machine gun, and even the crooked handle will become the mainstream weapon of our group machine gun. "

The organic gun is not better than that, and the soldiers must not let the soldiers carry the rifle and fight.

"The crooked handle of the little devil is not only difficult to use, but it is also difficult to maintain, so I want to find a person who is familiar with this very machine gun, and let him teach all the machine gun players to learn how to maintain the crooked handle.

Performance of machine guns. "

The little ghosts of the machine guns are disgusted, but they can't help it.

"Leader, I understand, for three days, give me a machine gun, I know how to maintain this machine gun for three days."

"Okay, three days later, you can gather the machine gunmen of the whole group and provide centralized training for them."

The basic training of the troops has been completed, which is equivalent to the recruit company who just entered the army. Next, Zhao Zhiguo's arrangement is to conduct more standardized training for various arms. For example

Kill the enemy more on the battlefield and protect yourself.

"Make sure you complete the task! Then I'll go back first!"

"What are you anxious and talk with me," Zhao Zhiguo said, "They told me, you have been at least five years of soldiers."

On the hot summer, the wind was hot, and the tree was impatiently screamed. After passing into Zhu Hongsi's ear, the buzzing sound made him almost tinnitus.

Zhao Zhiguo stopped under the thickness of the country with a thickness of one person. When there was a bluestone under the tree, when the troops were dissolved, there were often soldiers resting here.

"I ..." Zhu Hongsi fell into thought.

"In the jail of the Jinsui Army, you have the ankle chain. There are no names, origin, age, and no other information on the scheme, so you must not be an ordinary death row. For your identity, I naturally have in my heart.

guess."

Qin Dongsheng once speculated that Zhu Hongsi was an officer who had escaped on the battlefield, and his position was not low. Of course, Zhao Zhiguo also had another speculation.

Zhao Zhiguo looked at Zhu Hongsi's firm eyes and continued: "Human eyes will not deceive people, there are light in your eyes, beliefs, and unlike other soldiers."

Although Zhao Zhiguo trained soldiers well, there is always a lack of something in the eyes of the soldiers. This kind of thing is ideal.

Zhu Hongsi still didn't speak, and looked at the Chinese locust in front of him.

"I will give you an analogy. If I work for a boss, I will let me work for three hours a day, and I will be lazy, but let me struggle for a firm ideal.

I don't stop. The soldiers of our regiment can be said to be all soldiers and the former! In the Jinsui Army, I have no way to train them into the latter. "

"I don't understand the meaning of the head!" Zhu Hongsi said.

"You are the latter, but you haven't found a like -minded person around you."

Zhao Zhiguo has already understood what he said, but Zhu Hongsi just smiled gently and pretended to be indifferent: "The head of the group, you overestimated me, I am the same as them, there is nothing special."

"Your companions are dying, they may continue to live. Don't you blame me?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"They are all voluntary, and I am voluntary to stay under your hands." Zhu Hongsi said.

"If they can survive, you will not be as lonely as it is now. But the war is so cruel. It may be a lucky thing to stick to their ideals in the war."

"Leader, I do n’t understand what you say." Zhu Hongsi saluted Zhao Zhiguo, "I went back first."

Zhao Zhiguo nodded and watched Zhu Hongsi's back. The tree shadow mottled, and the sun passed through the leaves and left the light spots on the ground.

"Leader, why did you just talk about it? I didn't understand it? Is it ideal and faith?"

Ning Wenbin heard that the monk Zhang Er couldn't touch his head, and he had a confused account.

"Ning Wenbin, do you have an ideal?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"My ideal? It is to be able to eat full meals every day, not starving, and there will be no war in our country." Ning Wenbin blurted out.

This is the dream of almost every bottom soldier and officer, that is, they can have a full meal every day, and there is no war, and then this life is overwhelmed.

"Then?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"Then ... and then marry a daughter -in -law of two rooms, give birth to a bunch of cubs, and let the cubs eat full meals." Ning Wenbin thought for a while, "Leader, what is your dream?"

"My dream is the same as him!" Zhao Zhiguo watched Zhu Hongsi, who was leaving in the distance.

"Like him? What is his dream?"

"Then you go to ask him!" Zhao Zhiguo said with a smile.

"Leader, do you mean nothing?"

Zhao Zhiguo stood up, and then looked up at the tall national locust, and the sun was spilled on Zhao Zhiguo's face.

"It seems that in some villages in the north, almost all of them have a huge Chinese locust tree!" Zhao Zhiguo said to himself.

"Well ... it seems that this is the case. Although it is not available in every village, many villages do have a national locust, which seems to have become a sign."

"Guohuai is spiritual, it will shelter a whole village. When people who travel far away seeing Guohuai can think of their hometown for the first time."

Zhao Zhiguo stretched out his hand and touched the rough bark. It seemed that he could communicate with Guohuai.

"Leader, your letter, come from Pingcheng!" Liu Qingsheng ran over with a letter.

Zhao Zhiguo took the letter and opened the envelope. Ning Wenbin immediately got up and wanted to see what the letter said.

"Go!" Zhao Zhiguo quickly covered the letter.

"Leader, you can show it to us, we also learn from you, and see that your cultural people are in love."

"Go!"

Zhao Zhiguo took a letter to a place where no one, and after reading the contents of the letter, his face became worse and worse.

This letter was not written by Sun Siying to Zhao Zhiguo, it was written to him by Sun Siying's grandfather, and this was not only a letter, but also a suicide note. When receiving this letter, Sun Siying's grandfather died of illness and died.
Chapter completed!