Chapter 6: Walking on the back door

The bamboo leaves and bamboo strips fell from the top of our heads like flowers scattered to the sky with hazy drizzle. There were even several broken yellow bamboos falling from the sky with crackling sounds, which scared the soldiers so much that they hugged their heads and screamed, running around.

Some of them hugged bamboo tightly, hoping that Huangzhu would give them a sense of security. But what they didn't know was that the Type 56 machine gun bullet could easily penetrate Huangzhu and hit them hiding behind them; some of them lay motionless on the ground, holding their heads like ostrichs, and didn't even have the courage to lift the rifle, as if they were just waiting for the enemy to come to the front and stab the bayonet into their bodies; some even began to retreat...

It’s not their fault. People who have never fought a war will inevitably be afraid and timid when they see such a scene for the first time. I believe that if it was during the day, they would not be afraid of being like this, but the darkness adds many uncertain dangers to the scene and gives the soldiers endless imagination space, just like the person hiding in the cabinet scares themselves.

I can't bear to scare them like this, but obviously, it's better to be afraid now than to be frightened on the battlefield to make their legs weak!

"Bang bang..." I fired two shots into the sky and shouted loudly at the retreating soldiers: "I, Cui Wei, do what I say, I will kill anyone who is a deserter. At worst, I will kill you and then commit suicide and apologize!"

My voice was cold and full of murderous aura. In addition, the soldiers all knew that I was a "crazy", so they had no doubt that I would do this, which made the soldiers who wanted to escape immediately stopped.

Actually...if they really continue to run away, I really don't know what to do!

Kill them? I can't get through either conscience or discipline. If it's really a battlefield, it's okay, but now it's an exercise.

Suicide apologize? I am not that stupid. I still want to keep this useful body and play a more useful role!

But now I don't seem to have to worry about this problem, because no one of the soldiers dares to take a step back.

"Bang bang..." I fired two more shots in the sky: "Don't you think you are very powerful? Where did the majesty in the barracks go? Where did you usually teach you? Where did the heroic spirit when singing go?"

I feel a bit like the bandits in "The Bandit Suppression of the Wulong Mountain". I always shoot twice before speaking. However, the effect of this move seems to be very good, because the soldiers are used to it. After hearing these two gunshots, I know that I have something to say and that there are orders to be executed!

In fact, if it is actual combat at this time, I might immediately order the soldiers to retreat. Entering the enemy's minefield is not a joke. When the enemy discovers the explosion here, they will soon organize machine guns, mortars and even long-range artillery to greet them. One of our companies is not enough for them to explode.

But now it is not a practical battle, it is an exercise. The purpose of this exercise is to help them overcome their fear of war and death, and find a way to survive in fear, so that they can realize that the only way to live is to stand up and fight!

"Stand up!" I shouted to them hysterically: "Your location has been exposed, and the enemy's cannons will soon target here! Do you want to continue to stay here and become meat sauce? Do you want to be sieve by machine guns? Do you want to be crushed by shells? If you continue to stay here, these will soon become reality. Your parents cannot see your bodies, and can only receive your organs... The containment team will pick up your feet from the ground, take down your internal organs on the branches, pick up the heads that were blown up at the foot of the mountain, and then put them together and send them back..."

I painted the horror of war in front of them and the cruelty of the battlefield, because I think the horror created here is not enough. In fact, it is not enough. On the real battlefield, it is not just two machine guns fighting on the top of the mountain! There should be blood, shells, gunpowders and shocking deaths!

These are something I cannot arrange, but I can describe them for the soldiers, letting them fully utilize their imagination in this darkness and imagine what it would be like to go out of the battlefield!

"If you keep staying here, you will die!" I shouted at the soldiers: "Tell me your choice, is it to continue fighting alive, rush to the position like a hero and trample the enemy under your feet, or die here like a dog!"

I didn't order them to do what, and at the same time, I didn't push them, pulling them up. Because I knew very well that if I did this, they would still need my order next time, and I would still push and pull them up.

What I hope is that they can defeat themselves, and only in this way can they become qualified soldiers, become soldiers, and be warriors on the battlefield!

But they did not stand up. Although no one dared to retreat, no one stood up and rushed forward.

Just when I was disappointed, I suddenly heard a voice shouting: "Use grenades to clear mines!"

I heard this was Li Shuibo's voice. He was always taciturn, but he shouted the first useful word on the battlefield. Did hatred make him forget fear or overcome fear? From this point of view, hatred is really a good thing.

"Yes! The teacher said, use grenades to clear mines and try to walk along the crater!"

This is Al Ziri's shouting. This sounds simple, and it seems to be repeating Li Shuibo's words, but it is telling everyone what to do.

"That's right! It's divided into three routes! After rushing out of the minefield, he uses the charge as a number and launches an attack from three sides at the same time!"

The person who shouted this sentence was Yang Songjian. He was able to formulate a combat plan at this time, which showed that he had certain leadership skills. Although this combat plan was not very good, he had to stay at least one or two squads for the reserve team to operate!

"Four rows follow me!"

"Five rows prepare for grenades!"

"Come with me on the sixth row!"

...

The orders were conveyed from the platoon leader, so the troops quickly divided into three teams to pitch grenades while walking forward. Of course, the grenades were all drilled and bombs were not blown up. This is because it is very dangerous to pitch grenades in the bamboo forest in the night. If live ammunition is used, the grenades are likely to be bounced back by Huang Zhu, but the soldiers were unable to detect the grenades that were close to each other because of the darkness.

I don't want the soldiers to suffer casualties during exercises, nor do I want their teacher career to end there, and I'm likely to be sent to prison, so I can only choose to exercise.

I don't know if it was because the soldiers discovered that the grenades were exercise bullets or because someone took the lead in organizing them, they quickly got into the state. They were all lined up in two lines and sometimes lay down and dropped bombs forward, sometimes leaning down to advance along the grenade explosion point, and soon broke out of the minefield and entered the reserve location.

"These boys!" Seeing the soldiers walking out of the minefield in an orderly manner, the people in the hometown couldn't help but sigh: "Okay! I've grown up!"

I also smiled with satisfaction. Although the real battlefield would never be so simple, at least they knew what to do and how to choose in a critical situation.

The trumpet suddenly started! The soldiers shouted "Kill!" and surrounded the No. 5 position from three sides. Of course, when they charged, they also cooperated with each other and rushed towards the position according to the scattered soldiers I taught them. And they seemed to have a lot of understanding of each other. I think this big sigh was because they had just experienced a life-and-death decision together!

Just when I was so happy to watch the show, a sudden "bang..." gunshot shocked me! Oh my god! The bullets in their hands are real, don't knock down the two instructors on the top of the mountain position!

"Stop!" I quickly blew a whistle and shouted at the soldiers while running: "The exercise is over, stop shooting!"

The people in my hometown were also panicked and followed me to the top of the mountain. I didn't know how many landmines and bamboo stick arrays I stepped on along the way.

When I ran to the top of the mountain, I saw the two instructors trembling with their hands under the soldiers' guns! As soon as I saw the people in my hometown, I cursed at him: "***Your mom, Instructor Chen, you didn't say that they were using live ammunition!"

"That's it! If you know they are live ammunition, I won't come if I kill you! Two packs of cigarettes will let us do this life-threatening job!"

"I'm sorry!" The people from the hometown hurriedly signaled the soldiers to put down their guns, helped the two instructors up and smiled: "It's not that I didn't tell you, it's that you don't care about it yourself, it's that you're not? Who slapped your chest so loudly that you bet these new recruits couldn't come up? I still remember that the bet was..."

"So... I've told you the bet!" The two instructors stood up and patted the dust and stood up: "That's all for this matter. Don't look for us next time if you have this job, and you won't do it if you beat me to death!"

As he said that, he picked up the machine gun with a little dirt face and walked down the mountain!

"Hey! Lao Wang, Lao Cai!" The people in my hometown looked in a good mood and shouted loudly to the backs of the two instructors: "Be careful of landmines on the road, bamboo sticks!"

"Go to yours!" The two instructors cursed in the bamboo forest, which made the soldiers laugh!

"Why are you laughing?" I cursed with a stern face: "Do you know how many mistakes you have made? If you were on the real battlefield, you would have lost all your lives! You can still laugh!"

The soldiers suddenly disappeared.

"Who made the flashlight!" I asked.

"I……"

"I!"

"And I..."

Several soldiers stood up!

"Trying a flashlight on such a dark night?" I cursed without hesitation: "It doesn't matter if you die, it will hurt the entire company. Do you know? You are spies and counter-revolutionaries!"

"I, we..."

The two hats of spies and counter-revolutionaries are not easy in this era. They are always shot. After I said this, the soldiers were stunned on the spot.

I ignored them and turned around and shouted to the team: "Xu Liangfei, Wang Wenchang, Li Yongle, get out of the line!"

"Come!" The three platoon leaders quickly stood up.

"How do you command? The soldiers are scared and you are scared? Why do you platoon leaders do?" I pointed to the noses of the few of them and said, "You have stayed in the minefield with your troops for twelve minutes! In the twelve minutes, hundreds of shells and thousands of bullets came over. You, you, you... and your subordinates are dead. Do you know? It doesn't matter if you die, don't take your subordinates to bury them with you!"

"Teacher! You, you punish us!" Wang Wenchang said with courage.

"Punishment! There is nothing wrong with the punishment. Can a person be resurrected after death?"

"And you!" I pointed at the soldiers and said, "I forgot where I taught you! I was not very awesome when I was in the barracks? Isn't it showing my face in front of my fellow villagers, right? Why? I got bad as soon as I went to the battlefield?"

I suddenly realized that I was very good at harming people, and scolded the soldiers who were already confident all lowered their heads.

"Why are you still standing there? Build a fortification organization defense immediately!" I continued to curse: "Do you want to wait for the enemy shells to come up and die again!"

"Yes!" the soldiers responded, and without saying a word, they all scattered to find the terrain to build fortifications.

"There is no need to scold me so fiercely!" The native smiled and said, "They are already very good!"

"It's still far from going to the battlefield!"

"Why do I feel more and more..." The hometown people said with some confusion: "You seem to have been on the battlefield, and you have fought wars for many years!"

Then I realized that I had let go of it again, and hurriedly said with a dry smile: "How can I do it! Look at my age, I am still wearing open-crotch pants when I was fighting!"

"That's right!" The hometown man nodded and handed me a cigarette.

I was stunned for a moment. This was the first time. The instructor handed cigarettes to the recruits, but the recruits were not allowed to smoke.

The people in my hometown smiled and raised their heads at me indifferently to signal me to take it. Then I took the cigarette and sucked the clouds and fog with the people in my hometown. The cigarettes in this era are much better than those in the Korean War and are not so choking.

"I think the platoon leader should change!" I said.

Wang Wenchang, Xu Liangfei and several other platoon leaders had good results in various aspects, but lacked leadership skills. Facts have also proved that soldiers with excellent grades are not necessarily suitable for commanding on the battlefield. Even deserters on the battlefield often perform very well and bravely in their daily lives... Of course, this cannot be discussed in one go!

"Yeah!" The hometown man nodded: "I'm just about to tell you this!"

"Did you choose someone?" I looked at the people in my hometown in confusion.

"I'll give two, you can give one!" The hometown man looked at me with a smile.

"Yang Songjian!" I replied without thinking: "This man has good concentration. He can still formulate a combat plan in such a mess just now, which is enough to stand alone!"

"No problem!" The native of his hometown spitted a smoke ring and leaned leisurely on the bamboo behind him.

"What about the other two?" I asked.

"One is you!"

"Yeah!" I accepted it calmly. In fact, this was already as expected by me. I have controlled these soldiers like this. Who else can I have if this platoon leader is not me?

"You are so generous!" The hometown man turned his head and looked at me unexpectedly: "You are not humble, please refuse!"

"Do you think I'm a modest person?" I asked back.

"Not like it!" The man from my hometown shook his head and looked at me and smiled.

"Who is the third person?" I asked.
To be continued...