Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

When the gate of the regiment headquarters was pushed open by Han Feng, the monk who was facing the gate froze, and inadvertently received a punch from Duan Peng. Duan Peng was about to ask why the monk was in a daze, when he heard The monk said with surprise on his face: "Duan Peng, if you punch me again, I have to see if it's true."

Duan Peng also noticed the situation, and when he turned his head, Han Feng, the head of the group, was standing at the door with a faint smile.

"Monk, Duan Peng, why are you standing still? Why don't you come and lead my horse there? The heavy snow along the way will freeze me to death."

The monk rushed over in surprise, couldn't help but hugged Han Feng and turned around in a circle. After putting it down, he looked at Han Feng suspiciously and said, "Third brother, no wonder Duan Peng said that you are doing well in the hospital when you come back. It’s fine to have a nice little nurse to take care of her, and the food is okay, why is it so heavy when I hug her?”

Han Feng:

Duan Peng went to lead the horse, and Xu Zilin greeted him with suppressed excitement.

Han Feng smiled brightly, "Old Xu, don't come here without any problems!"

Xu Zilin said: "I'm fine, but you, who made you careless, almost met Lord Yan?"

Han Feng said: "This is called surviving a catastrophe, and there must be future blessings!"

"Hou Fu? That little nurse from the hospital, Tian Yu?"

The monk suddenly leaned his head over and said, "Third brother, I think it smells of jealousy here."

Han Feng immediately turned black, glared at the monk, and asked Xu Zilin, "Old Xu, I'm not here for a few days, has this bastard monk stolen my wine again?"

"No, I really don't!" The monk raised his hand and said, almost swearing to God, "I'm just helping you to try it, and if you don't come back for three or four months, I'm afraid the wine will go bad again."

Han Feng:

This smelly monk, the wine is still bad?

After a while of joking, the atmosphere suddenly became harmonious. While talking, Xu Zilin suddenly talked about the current situation of the New Third Regiment. He specifically mentioned that the soldiers were not in a very high mood, and even the training on weekdays was not as good as it used to be. Spiritual Qi children, lifeless.

Han Feng laughed, and said, "It's easy to handle, Old Xu. I'll give you back your screaming iron troop in the morning!"

Sound 395

...It is already the end of the twelfth lunar month, and the coldness in the weather is getting stronger and stronger, especially in the past few days, it has been snowing heavily. When you open the door early in the morning, there is snow outside the door, and the whole world is covered in white. The second color is barely visible.

The morning of this world became dead silent because of the snowfall, but today, this dead silence is destined to be destroyed by people.

In the early morning when the goose feathers were snowing heavily, even the trumpeter did not blow the early morning wake up call. He just glanced at such a heavy snow, then quickly retracted his head and continued to live in the place where there are only a lot of people, but a little warmth is accumulated. It was still early in the bunk, and the other comrades were still asleep because they did not hear the wake-up call.

A black figure came in suddenly, his body was still covered with snow stains, the heavy snow covered his appearance, he just asked, "Where's the trumpeter? Quickly bring me the bugle."

More than four months is enough time for many things to happen. This young trumpeter is Xiao Tao, who joined the New Third Regiment after the Hundred Regiments War. These days, the old trumpeter has passed on his skills. He became the new bugleman in the regiment.

Xiao Tao was a new recruit, so naturally he didn't recognize the regiment leader Han Feng, and Han Feng came in so suddenly, if he wasn't wearing a gray military uniform, Xiao Tao almost thought it was an enemy sneak attack.

"What do you want the bugle for?" the young face asked suspiciously.

Han Feng was taken aback, and then he noticed that he didn't have any impression of the young soldier in front of him, he seemed to be a new soldier.

Han Feng said, "Little comrade, are you new here?"

"Yes, how do you know?"

"I can see that I know all the veterans in the regiment. Your face is too unfamiliar... First, lend me the bugle number to use. I have long wanted to see what the bugle number looks like. For a moment, really, you trust me."

Xiao Tao thought for a while, since he was a veteran in front of him, he didn't refuse, and handed over the bugle.

Han Feng took over this military trumpet. This was the first time he had looked at this kind of ancient trumpet. The big morning glory-shaped horn was simple and heavy, the red braid was clear and distinct, and the thin tube coiled twice. , will immediately send out a crisp, bright, high-spirited, and distant tone. The ancients said, "Dream back to the horn-blowing company". One will launch a fierce charge, even if the front and back are one after another, even if the oars are bleeding, what will immediately appear is the most tragic scene on the cruel battlefield.

Xiao Tao was a little surprised. When the veteran picked up the bugle, his face showed a kind of complexity that he couldn't understand.

Xiao Tao didn't know who the man in front of him who claimed to be a veteran was, but he was shocked by the man's knowledge:

"This military horn is also called the trumpet, commonly known as the seven-tone horn, but there are only five tones that can really be played. The combination of these five tones, once played, the sound is loud and loud. Can convey hundreds of kinds of information.

The information that the service number can convey, such as getting up, going out for exercise, gathering, eating, etc.

For example, if two teams meet at a distance, each of them will sound their bugle. In this way, it will soon be clear whether the opponent is an enemy or a friendly force.

In addition to this, even in real battles, we also have battle order numbers. Think about it, at that time, there was artillery fire everywhere, how loud can people shout?Not as loud as this bugle blowing.

Whether to attack, charge, or retreat, after the regimental commander, battalion commander, and company commander give orders, they all have to rely on the bugler to convey the order.

How important is the position of the bugleman, if there is no bugleman, the orders of the regiment commander and battalion commander will not be heard by the soldiers at all, so there is no need to fight this battle, why?I'm doomed! "

Xiao Tao admired: "Old soldier, you know a lot, so can you brag? You can teach me!"

Han Feng smiled and said: "If you want to learn, go to the head of the regiment's trumpeter, Old Yang. That old guy has been a trumpeter all his life, and he can play any number. As for me, I will try it, and I can play it." Running out."

As Han Feng spoke, he aimed the mouthpiece at his own mouth, puffing up his cheeks.

Xiao Tao was taken aback, and quickly grabbed Han Feng and said, "Old soldier, let's go out and brag, everyone is still sleeping!"

Han Feng smiled and nodded, and with Xiaotao, the two pushed open the wooden door and walked out against the wind and snow. The feather-like snow covered the world, as if covering all the sounds. With the sound of the bugle, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep——, the loud tone echoed throughout time and space.

As soon as the voice came out, Xiao Tao's face changed drastically: "Old soldier, stop quickly, this is an emergency call, don't blow it carelessly."

But it was too late, the loud and clear voice had already spread all over the world.

So in an instant, the barracks of the New Third Regiment, which was still completely silent, immediately exploded. The soldiers who were still sleeping suddenly heard the horn of emergency assembly, and jumped up from the bed in a panic, three times five times The second one put on his clothes indiscriminately, then grabbed his gun, and rushed towards the emergency assembly site.

As soon as Xiao Tao heard the movement, he knew it was too late to say anything. His face turned pale with fright, and he snatched the bugle from Han Feng's hand: "Comrade veteran, you have caused a catastrophe."

Just as he was talking, a few soldiers in the same row as Xiao Tao rushed out of the room in a daze, "Xiao Tao, what are you doing here? Could it be you who blew the emergency call just now?"

Xiao Tao, with an ugly face, quickly shook his head and said, "It's not me, it's not me...it's this veteran bragging."

Following Xiao Tao, the eyes of several soldiers froze. The leader of the third platoon leader was still very familiar with the head of the group, Han Feng. He was ecstatic at first, but then he was taken aback. The military salute: "Commander!"

head?

Third platoon leader, Xiao Tao was dumbfounded when he said this, and several recruits who had never seen the regiment leader Han Feng were also stunned.

This young guy in front of him is actually the head of the regiment that the recruit brothers have been looking forward to meeting, Crazy Han?

I heard that the head of the regiment was hit by a shell during the beheading operation and was seriously injured. The head of the regiment is back!

Han Feng said with a smile: "The third platoon leader, the sun is almost drying our buttocks, and you still bring the soldiers to sleep with their heads covered?"

The third platoon leader smiled wryly: "Head, it's too cold these days. The political commissar has canceled all missions in the regiment. I shiver when I get out of the quilt. I'm thinking about letting the brothers sleep more."

Han Feng nodded: "Did everyone miss me these days?"

The leader of the third platoon said: "I think about it, I think about it every day. Commander, you are not here, and the brothers feel bored in training!"

Han Feng said: "Well said, then congratulations to you all. Once I come back, your happy days will come to an end. I'll go to the square first, and you and the brothers in the third row should gather for me and go over."