After the four-week basic training was completed, the Army Training Battalion officially became an army. Although it was a battalion, due to its nature as a demonstration unit, it was highly integrated. In addition to infantry and chasseurs, there were also artillery and service units.
The organization established by the Military Commission is generally modeled on the European armies from the 18th to the early 19th century. The battalion serves as the basic combat unit. 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.
Three platoons form a company, each company has 100 people. The company has a flag bearer, drummer and flute player, and a cooking squad of 5 people.
The current Army training camp only has 3 infantry companies, 1 jaeger platoon, and 1 "grenadier platoon". This so-called "grenadier platoon" has restored its original meaning here, and
It doesn't mean elite infantry anymore.
The No. 1 grenade produced by the chemical industry department was too destructive. For this reason, a larger No. 4 grenade was developed. The outer casing was made of cast iron. The material was not up to standard, and there was no suitable powerful gunpowder, so we had to increase the volume and add more gunpowder.
The amount of black powder loaded results in a No. 4 bullet that is comparable in size to an old-fashioned mine.
Because of its weight, this weapon is thrown with a hammer - of course it can be thrown directly by hand, but it is only a dozen meters away. The No. 4 bomb is not equipped with a fuse, but uses a safer and more reliable fuse to explode.
.The bombardier must prepare a slow-burning match rope--this is exactly the same as the original grenadier.
Such an awkward design makes the officers of the new army love and hate it, but if it can pull out the pus, it is a good plaster. A person who is strong and can throw far is selected from the soldiers to be this grenadier. Each person is equipped with 4 as standard.
Carry it 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 a soldier on the spot and injured several others. The inspection result was that the quality of the fuse was not good enough.
Off, the burning rate is too fast.
Making a fuse is technically very simple, just use paper and gunpowder. But making it by hand is very skillful. No one has ever worked in a pyrotechnics factory. The fuse made by just reading a book has uneven charging and tightness.
If there is pine, it will burn quickly and slowly. This problem has existed in the past, which will cause the blasting time to be stuck, so the fuse is often placed longer. However, the grenade cannot leave too much safety margin, otherwise it will fall to the ground.
If it doesn't explode for a long time, the fuse will be pinched off.
This problem is neither big nor small. The chemical industry team organized people to test it for several days in a row to explore and improve the technology. Unexpectedly, it was easily solved. One day, a salesman arrived in Dongmen City with a heavy load.
It was a thing that had never been sold before - firecrackers. Dongmen Chuiyu, who realized its value, immediately bought them all. He gave them a try and the result was satisfactory. The firecracker maker was used by the people in time travel the next day.
Bayonet forced the whole family and the tools and materials for firecrackers to move to Bairen Commune.
The winter in Lingao has arrived unknowingly. Although it 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. Now it is
During the dry season in Lingao, it almost never rains and is 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, rich men, traders in the city, idlers...as long as they had nothing important to do today, all headed towards this place.
The usually deserted place is here - today is the day for the funeral of the "Kun people".
Lingao is a small border town. Apart from the excitement of beheading in the county town, there is almost no entertainment for the people throughout the year. Weddings and funerals of wealthy families were the best entertainment for the people in the old days. Not to mention these places everywhere
They all look like weird overseas visitors.
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. The hill
There are already "Kun people" soldiers standing guard in the surrounding open space. 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 of them are wearing uniforms.
Clean and neat uniforms.
In addition to these people, there are also many ordinary people who work for the "Kun people". The newly-trained Base Company of the Army Training Battalion wears starched and brand-new uniforms. The Mini rifle in its hand is polished with oil and the spear gleams.
With 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 earth hill in the center of the cemetery.
On the top of this small earth 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 accident.
In Li Shisan's short life, in which he himself did not know his exact age, there was really nothing that showed that he would become a special figure in history after his death. However, the inscription wall at Cuigang Cemetery begins with him.
There was no mourning music, no gongs and drums, no humming sutras and mantras from monks and Taoists, and no women's cries. A tearful sound of trumpets sounded in the sky. As the trumpets sounded, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent. Jilian
The soldiers marched at a pace of 75 bucks per minute and lined up with guns. As soon as the trumpet sounded, two drummers led the way, the military drum beat slowly, and two tall black horses that the locals had never seen before pulled a black four-wheeler.
The wheel gun cart slowly passed by, with a simple plain wood coffin placed on the cart. Horse hooves beat on the stone road, accompanied by the slow sound of drums. Everything was unprecedented, mixed with respect, admiration and emotion.
.Nothing can better reflect mourning and sorrow than all this. The atmosphere is so intense that it is almost suffocating.
The coffin was slowly lowered into the grave while being carried by ropes.
"Raise the gun and let go!"
Seven soldiers selected from the Jaeger platoon raised their guns and fired three times in the air 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, with 24 syllables.
When the performance was played, 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 has gone straight to heaven," Wen Desi said solemnly. "The flying Valkyrie picked them up. We bid farewell to his body here, and his soul is here."
Heaven is watching us..."
"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 will happen to the short-haired emperor? He probably needs 100 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.
"That's right. After the big householder Li in our village died, the deacons set up half a street, but they were all decorated with beggars. How could 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 he was well-dressed and well-dressed, so he knew he was not an ordinary person, so he carefully replied: "Of course, one of my brothers from the same family is now doing the work at Short Hair, and he told me personally that he can still do it.
Is it fake?"
"I don't understand how they can think of it. Isn't it just a soldier?"
"Buy people's hearts." A scholar-looking man 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, which ritual says that Wang Bi Fangxian is used to clear the way during a funeral?" Someone seemed to dislike him and ridiculed him.
Wu Ya did not continue to listen. A feeling of fear or admiration filled his heart. The thieves were trying to win people's hearts, but their method seemed to be more effective and could directly touch the heart of people's hearts. Wu Ya claimed to be
The old bastard in the officialdom could cry hoarsely when crying for Lord Wanli, and he could still think about how much money he could get in terms of food and extra money. But the scene just now moved him inexplicably and made him want to cry. It was ridiculous when he thought about it now:
What makes him cry and be moved? The Kun 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 surrendering to the thief. Wu
Ya is an old local official. He knows that although the people don't like the government, they will not join the thieves unless there is a bad year. Lingao's annual performance this year is pretty good, and there are still so many people.
Go! What will it be like in the future? This Ming world!
On the way back to the camp, the people of the executive committee noticed that the new army was taking greater steps, its appearance was more orderly, and everyone was in high spirits. The soldiers spontaneously sang a 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 find
Your power is so powerful
one day you will find
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 swimming in the blue sky embracing the battle, full of blood
For tomorrow, please don’t hesitate anymore
Brave man, go and fight the enemy bravely
This song was sung with the score of EVA by hundreds of strong men with southern and northern accents. "Laughing Fruit" was 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. Funerals are, in name only It was for the dead, mainly for the living. Burying Li Shisan in a grand manner not only won the hearts of ordinary native converts, but also united all the time travelers - after all, they are not gods. As they get deeper and deeper, In this time and space, someone will die at any time. Although everyone knows that everything will be empty after death, they know that they will be buried ceremoniously and lie under the marble monument on the green lawn instead of being thrown into the wasteland. Among the graves of grass, you will be braver when facing 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 it, 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 the 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 was undoubtedly: he was beginning to inflate himself.