Now there is still an hour left to go out of work, so I have to buy a watch. Since the agent platoon leader, you have to master the time.

Wang Ke walked forward and unknowingly walked to the station of the wireless squad, where several soldiers were cleaning under the leadership of a veteran Xue Lin.

"The platoon leader is early."

When several soldiers saw Wang Ke, they immediately stood at attention.

"You guys continue, Xue Lin, where is the old squad leader?" Xue Lin is the oldest soldier in the wireless squad. He is the same year as Wang Ke, and is also from Henan Province. He also participated in the autumn harvest of the division farm. His military skills are also very good, but he didn't have the chance. He was still a soldier for more than three years in the army.

"Plane leader, our squad leader is a little uncomfortable today and is still lying down."

"What's wrong?" Wang Ke thought, she was fine last night and also participated in the emergency gathering. Why did she just do it today...

Wang Ke ran into the house and wanted to see the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe.

The room was pitch black, and the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe said in a hoarse voice in the darkness: "Plane leader is early."

"Old squad leader, what's wrong with you?"

"It's probably caught a cold and was sweating." Huang Zhonghe replied.

Wang Ke was puzzled as soon as he heard this. Although it was autumn now, it was not hot and cold, so how could it be that sweat was shining? At this time, Xue Lin followed in and turned on the light.

When Wang Ke saw that the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe was really sick. His face was pale and he was carrying a towel on his head.

"What? Do you have a fever?"

"Yes." Xue Lin answered instead. After saying that, he stepped forward and took off the wet towel, soaked it in the basin next to him and wrung it again, and carried it back on the forehead of the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe.

Wang Ke reached out and touched his forehead, and his forehead was hot. Huang Zhonghe was covered with three quilts, but he was still trembling with coldness.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Last night, the squad leader washed his military uniform. Who knew that an emergency meeting would be held at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night? The squad leader was wearing a wet military uniform and sweated as soon as he ran in front. After the emergency meeting, the platoon commented separately. The delayed time was a little longer, and the hot sweat turned into cold sweat. Wouldn't it be that sweat flashed?"

When Wang Ke remembered Xue Lin's statement, he was really. Yesterday, when he ran to the agreed emergency meeting point, he was sweating profusely. Apart from his backpack, he had no equipment or guns. If he was fully armed, he might sweat more.

Fortunately, my comments didn't take long, and I just had a few words.

"Platform leader, this is also my fault. I haven't washed my military uniform during the day for a Sunday, why did I wash it at night?"

"Yes, why are you washing at night?" Wang Ke was puzzled.

Xue Lin smiled and replied on behalf of the old squad leader: "After the name was called yesterday, I came back and saw the landlord's pig ran away. We all went to help catch the pig, but the squad leader slid and fell into the pigpen."

After saying this, Wang Ke understood that Huang Zhonghe was a very clean person, so it would be natural to wash clothes at night.

"Platform leader, I blame me for not having a strong sense of combat readiness. I originally had a military uniform, which was in a small bag. I thought I could do this military uniform at dawn, but I couldn't take it out if I was lazy. Who would have thought that I would gather in the middle of the night?" The old classmate Huang Zhonghe said apologetically.

Wang Ke was shocked and sweating. The only thing he praised yesterday was the wireless squad. Who knew that the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe had made a mistake. If this was on the battlefield, today's non-combat reduction would be sure.

It seems that the problems with the command platoon are really not a little bit.

"Xue Lin, didn't you go to find a sanitary?" Wang Ke asked.

"It was a bit early just now, I'm going now. It's just right that I'll arrange a meal for the squad leader." As he said that, Xue Lin pulled his legs and left. Wang Ke sat for a while, and the sanitation clerk Yu Deben hurriedly followed Xue Lin. After testing with a thermometer, he was over 39 degrees. He quickly gave a fever-reducing injection and left some medicine.

It was already dawn at this time. Wang Ke looked at the old squad leader, then looked at the people next to him, and said, "Xue Lin."

"Come!" Xue Lin stood at attention.

"Today you act as a squad leader and organize the entire squad exercises later."

"yes!"

The troops were stationed in training, and due to limited conditions, they were changed to platoons to perform exercises. Wang Ke thanked the health officer and immediately returned to the reconnaissance squad, tied his belt, and prepared to perform exercises.

Just as he was taking the belt, he looked up and saw the boxes piled up together on the west side of the kang. The dreams were vivid in his mind last night. Wang Ke walked forward two steps and tilted his head to look at the boxes. Although they were not locked, they could not be opened at will.

"Planer 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 the belt.

"What is in this box?" Wang Ke asked.

"I don't know."

"Let's go, go out for fun. Did the landlord Uncle Geng come back last night?" Wang Ke continued to ask.

"It seems that I haven't come back, I haven't heard anyway."

As the two of them spoke, they came to the yard one after another. At this time, the whistle sounded one after another in this misty Longquan Village, and the sound of gathering whistles, one long and two short, were blown.

"Get together! Stand at the right, look forward. Take a moment, stand at the right!" Song Ruimin looked at Wang Ke. Wang Ke waved his hand, and Song Ruimin immediately "snap" and turned right, ran to the front of the team, stood firm, and shouted loudly: "Turn right, run."

Wang Ke followed the last part of the reconnaissance squad and ran to the meeting place agreed by the command and platoon, and began to do exercises.

It is also quite interesting to go out at the training ground. They are all country roads, one row is a bit long and three rows are wide, so they disrupt the organization of each class and line up in two rows. Follow Longquan Village to the west, then turn to the south, follow the winding village front road, run across five small bridges, and finally arrive in front of a magnificent gate.

Wang Ke looked back and saw that it was seven or eight hundred meters away from the village.

The eaves are arched, the red walls are yellow tiles. The red walls are five meters upwards, surrounded by ancient pines and green cypresses, and green trees are shaded by green trees. Looking up at the front is a hall about ten meters high. When you climb the steps up, there is a three-eyed hall door, all of which are mottled vermilion-red gates. The hall door in the middle is the highest, each door is more than two meters wide and four or five meters high. It is extremely strict, as if there are many inexplicable secrets and vicissitudes hidden inside.

This tomb is a bit strange, not facing north and south, but facing west and east.

In front of the door, there is a bluestone mausoleum paved with bluestone, about nine meters wide, and the cracks of the rocks are full of weeds, which makes the tomb even more desolate.

There are rows of gray-white statues on each side of the road. This road did not walk dozens of meters, but an arch bridge was built out of thin air. After passing the arch bridge, the road was broken, and the stones were demolished by nearby villagers. This landscape forms a very funny contrast with the red walls of the yard and the golden glazed tiles.

Five or six meters away from the hall gate, there are two square burning furnaces. This building was used to burn sacrificial items during ancient sacrificial rituals.

The commander and the platoon runs here and basically ends, and they are disbanded and rested.

Wang Ke walked to the front of the hall, then to the bridge. He looked around and was very curious.

Song Ruimin followed and said to Wang Ke: "Platform Commander, this tomb is guarded by Uncle Geng."

"Oh." Wang Ke stood at the ridge of the arch bridge, looked at the bridges in the south of the village, and then the mountains to the north and west of Longquan Village. He secretly praised in his heart that it was really a bit particular about choosing this mausoleum. One day, he would take Professor Wen and Professor Ye here to see, and their feelings must be stronger than themselves.

"Platform leader, one day we will arrange a board homework. Please take us in and have a look?" Song Ruimin said while still.

"Have you ever seen it?"

"No, I heard that this tomb is quite distinctive."

“What are the characteristics?”

"It is said that I have also heard Uncle Geng introduce it. From the outside, this mausoleum is relatively low-key, and there is not even a archway, but it is very luxurious inside. First, all the halls are made of golden nanmu, and no nail has been used. Second, this mausoleum contains a large number of white marble carvings, which are super exquisite. From the artistic value alone, it is the most distinctive of all the twenty tombs in Xishan and Dongshan."

"There are such words? Then when will you make an appointment? I will call the old platoon leader."

"Okay, platoon leader, let's gather, are you walking around here?"

"Can."

Song Ruimin began to assemble the team and then conducted a fifteen-minute queue training as a whole.

After the exercise, when we returned to the station, we started washing up. Then, Mazan Zhao Mingming, who was on duty, went to the kitchen to get food and turned on the water.

While queuing for dinner, Wang Ke asked Song Ruimin: "What is the morning exercise class?"

"According to the training plan, our class should be a fixed-point training for military terrain this morning."

Wang Ke nodded. Fixed-point training is also a map board operation, that is, the commander will randomly designate an object on the scene. This may be the target, our gun position, or a standing point. The scouts quickly visually measure the distance and approximate angle, find the location on the map, and determine the coordinates of the target.

The difficulty of this training is the high consistency between the map and the actual target. If you have seen the map, you can be confused by the contour lines one by one. Because those contour lines are convex to the outwards and concave to the inwards are valleys. When encountering flat ground, a contour line can wrap a whole picture, and it can’t even be traced.

In addition, it is quite difficult to determine this location. During the training of the teacher farm, everyone knows that if you mistakenly pierce a needle hole on a map of 10,000 to 50,000, it means that you are about twenty-five meters on the actual terrain. If you mistakenly reach one centimeter, you will be wrong and go out 500 meters.

"Where are the other two classes?" Wang Ke is now the acting platoon leader, which is different from before. Now we have to consider the full platoon.

"According to the training plan, each class should first train its own basic skills, and the next stage is synthesis."

"Then let me inform the telephone shift and run with us today." Wang Ke said.

"yes!"

Running points is just two words, but it is actually quite tiring. To put it thoroughly, it is to collect and distribute the telephone line. The scout here finds this point on the picture, and your telephone team brings a line crutch, a bundle of 500 meters. It is all black twisted pair wires with steel wires inside. Your telephone team must quickly put the line at this point. It is not enough to put it at the location. You have to connect it with both ends of the green telephone you are carrying to be qualified to be able to talk.

The most fear is that the telephone line will be interrupted, and the connection between each turn line and each turn line is not connected properly, or the contact is poor, then it will be over, and this training will not pass.

If this target is an artillery position, 1,500 meters away from the command post, you will have to sprint at a speed of 100 meters and put on the Sanguai telephone line. Note that this is not a flat ground. If you encounter cliffs and wading in water, you must also pay attention to concealment and avoid artillery fire and the enemy's "cold gun".
Chapter completed!