Chapter 5 Heavy Machine Gun

Division Commander? This veteran is the ever-famous general, Lieutenant General of the Beiyang Army, General Fuwei, and Chen Zikun's backs are even more straightforward, looking forward to Wu Peifu talking to him.

Unexpectedly, Wu Peifu just looked at him, nodded and said, "No," and then walked away with his hands behind his back, walked ten steps away, and suddenly turned around and said, "There is still a shortage of the kitchen team. Let's take him to the camp office to register a name."

The kitchen team... Chen Zikun was very disappointed, but Zhao Yufeng was very happy: "Boy, our division commander never praises people. From today on, you will be officially ate food and join the army."

After throwing the pork into the kitchen, Chen Zikun followed Zhao Yufeng to the camp office to register his name on the roster, and then asked the barber in the division headquarters to shave his hair and beard. After the barber came out, Zhao Yufeng's eyes lit up: "You kid, you're still a little bitch."

Zhao Junxu found a large gray cloth military uniform from the warehouse to change it into Chen Zikun, and then found a pair of cloth shoes and a pair of gray cloth leggings and a cowhide belt. Chen Zikun put on military pants and quickly tied up the leggings. Leggings are a knowledgeable thing. If you fight well, you will not relax your legs and your legs will not be sore or painful. It is definitely a guarantee of combat effectiveness.

Zhao Junxu was stunned and came over to touch the leggings. They were tied neatly, with a straight and eye-catching, and the elasticity was just right, just enough to penetrate a finger. He asked in disbelief: "Big Man Chen, who did you learn this from?"

Chen Zikun said: "I learned from Wang Degui, I saw him pricked him once."

Zhao Yufeng gave a thumbs up: "You boy, you are born to be a soldier."

When he returned to the kitchen, Wang Degui was shocked when he saw such a clean and neat young man coming in, but soon he recognized it as Chen Zikun and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll wear it for two and a half feet. I'll follow me in the future and carry the shoulder cards sooner or later."

From this day on, Chen Zikun officially became a leader of the Third Division of the Beiyang Army. His days of joining the army were completely different from what he imagined. Although the Third Division was known as the ever-winning army and the soldiers were trained hard, there was no matter what the kitchen squad was. His task was the same as before. He still swept the floor and sprinkled water to wash rice and cooked vegetables every day, and helped the groom Lao Li brush horses and feed the feed. The only change was that he put on his military uniform and moved into the barracks.

At noon that day, Chen Zikun was wearing an apron to pick vegetables in the kitchen. Suddenly, Zhao Junxie came in with two chickens, two fish and a piece of meat and said, "Old Wang, today we have a small meal, and the division commander is going to have a banquet for guests."

Wang Degui stepped forward and took Jiyu and said, "I'll invite General Zhao to dinner again?"

Zhao Yufeng said: "It's not your business, why don't you care about so much?" After that, he turned around and went out.

Wang Degui cursed: "What a big deal. It's the same as the military secret. Big man Chen, go out and see if someone has come from the Hunan Army?"

Chen Zikun ran out of the kitchen and came to the entrance of the division department to see that more than a dozen friendly officers wearing horse boots were saluting each other with horse boots. After a closer look, he was shocked. One of the visitors was his benefactor, the general of the Gui army, Tan Haoming, and several generals with Hunan accents, probably the so-called people from the Hunan army.

Chen Zikun's heart was pounding. Now that the north and south are confronting each other, the Third Division is stationed on the front line. Why did Wu Peifu openly come with Tan Haoming? He returned to the kitchen with suspicion. Lao Wang was cooking and asked carelessly: "Is Zhao Hengti here?"

Chen Zikun said: "I don't know, it's someone wearing blue military uniforms."

Wang Degui said: "Fuck me, it's the Guangxi monkey here."

Chen Zikun asked knowingly: "What Guangxi monkey?"

Wang Degui said: "It is the Guangxi soldiers. The strongest soldiers in various provinces are of course our Beiyang Third Division. Then we can rank the Gui army by placing downwards. These guys are all from bandits and are desperate to fight. Fortunately, the third division is the one who takes the lead. If Zhang Jingyao's troops were replaced, they would have been defeated 800 times."

Chen Zikun said: "What are Gui Jun coming to us for?"

Wang Degui said: "Who knows that the soldiers who are in the army just follow the commanders of the commanders and attack whoever they ask them to attack and plan for the strategist. That is the matter of the division commander and the chief of staff."

While talking, a plate of dishes was prepared and put them to the stove: "Go and bring them to the division officer cafeteria."

Chen Zikun was in trouble and was so embarrassed when he met Tan Haoming, but he had to bite the bullet and go there. Fortunately, when he arrived at the entrance of the canteen, a division commander took the plates.

It was not until the evening that the Guangxi officers left. Wu Peifu personally sent them to the gate of the camp, with a friendly attitude as if they were friendly. Chen Zikun saw it and thought in his mind that the Gui army and the Hunan Army generals came to Wu Peifu's division headquarters together. The two sides were so close that they might have reached some kind of agreement.

In this way, the possibility of the Third Division continuing to move south is almost zero. If Beijing's orders are not respected, the military pay will definitely be choked. Wu Peifu's 4th Brigade of the First Division under his command was not a gun, but it was not supported by a small Hengyang. Therefore, if it does not face south, it is to face north.

If you advance north, the first thing you have to encounter is the Seventh Division of the Army of Hunan Governor Zhang Jingyao. After the 7th Division entered Changsha, it expanded its troops with 70,000 guns. Although its combat effectiveness was not bad, it was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. Even if the Seventh Division was solved, there were still countless troops on the road back to Hebei. After going through a lot of hardships, they fought to the city of Beijing. They were facing the participating troops trained by Xu Shuzheng. It was a strong army, far superior to the Third Division from its strength to equipment.

This battle is not easy to fight.

Chen Zikun lay on the bunk bed, looking at the roof and unable to sleep. He was surrounded by snoring and teeth grinding and sleeping sounds. The smell of smelly feet filled his nostrils, which reminded him of the days when he was a horse thief in Guandong, and his brothers lie on the kang like this.

"Big man Chen, what are you thinking about if you can't sleep? Could it be that you miss your wife?" Wang Degui asked from the side.

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "Old Wang, I don't have a wife, where are you old?"

Lao Wang put his head under his head with his hands, looked at the roof blankly and said, "Those who eat food and serve as soldiers, want to marry a wife are not dreaming. Even if they marry, they will make them live a widow. What's the point?"

Chen Zikun said: "Will you go home to get married after the war?"

Wang Degui sighed: "This battle cannot be finished. From the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, the more the battle is getting more and more chaotic, go to bed quickly, and the kitchen team will have to go out to the colonel tomorrow."

Chen Zikun's heart was terrifying. Old Wang's head was even more sensitive than him and he realized that the war was about to come.

Sure enough, the next morning, an adjutant from the division headquarters came to convey the order. The kitchen team followed the division headquarters' guard battalion and was not allowed to take leave except for the patient.

The atmosphere in the military camp became tense, and even the kitchen squad fired guns. Chen Zikun received an old Hanyang sleeve. The blueness on the barrel was gone, and the mottled metal parts and the wooden butt stock soaked with sweat oil and dirt were dull. Chen Zikun pulled the gun and looked at it, and it turned out to be full of rust.

"Old Wang, this gun is older than me and cannot be used." Chen Zikun complained.

Wang Degui glared: "You don't know how to shoot a gun, so it's a waste to give you a good gun."

Chen Zikun said that when he arrived at the shooting range, I would like to show you one more hand.

The shooting training was not carried out until seven days later. Before, it was all trained in a queue. In Lao Wang's words, the most important thing is discipline in marching and fighting. Only soldiers who have practiced stairs are real soldiers, otherwise there would be no difference with bandits.

Chen Zikun's face became hot because he was used to being free and casual. He was really not used to this kind of training. He was scolded by officers a lot because of this. However, he learned quickly and became a model in the kitchen class after a few days.

On the seventh day, the kitchen squad and the guard battalion went to the shooting range together. The soldiers from the military supplies brought a few large wooden boxes, which were printed with the words "Guangdong Arsenal". The boxes were covered with oil paper bags, and when they were disassembled, they were yellow and orange seventy-nine-caliber bullets.

The soldiers from Beiyang actually used Guangdong bullets. It seemed that this battle would definitely be fought with the north. Chen Zikun knew that he had guessed it right.

Each person received five bullets. Wang Degui personally taught Chen Zikun to fuck the gun. Chen Zikun pretended to follow him and learned, feeling itchy in his heart. He finally waited for him to come to an end. He lay on the ground with a full momentum, aimed at the target in the distance and fired the gun.

With five shots in a row, the soldiers who were calling for the target in the distance raised the small red flag and shook it, indicating that they all fell off the target.

Chen Zikun was stunned. He wanted to show off his skills, but he lost someone.

However, Wang Degui did not laugh at him, but just kicked him in the butt and said, "Okay, get up, the posture is pretty good."

Chen Zikun scratched his head: "What's going on? It's all off the target."

Wang Degui curled his lips: "The rifle has been smoothed, and the bullet can fly horizontally when it comes out of the muzzle. It would be surprising if it really hits the target."

Chen Zikun said: "Isn't this gun just a fire stick? What should I do if the enemy comes?"

Wang Degui said: "When I really want to go to the kitchen team of the division headquarters, Zhao has already lost a lot. OK, don't lie down and dry your butt."

Chen Zikun hurriedly got up. It happened that the soldiers from the guard camp came over with a large wooden box with foreign characters, smashed it with an axe, and pushed away the messy shavings, revealing a majestic water machine gun. There were longitudinal convex ribs on the thick water-cooled sleeve, which looked different from the common water machine guns in the army.

The soldiers on the shooting range came over to watch the fun while they were idle. Qiu Ba of the machine gun company of the guard battalion was proud and quickly assembled the gun barrel tripod and installed the bullet belt, but there was a pipe and an iron box left in the box. I don’t know where to put it. They were so anxious that they scratched their heads and the soldiers watching the fun all laughed gloatingly.

This heavy machine gun was bought by the brothers of the Third Division, which was frugal and saved money. The price was so expensive. If they couldn't hold it up, how could they explain to the general? The company commander and platoon leader of the machine gun company also came into the formation. After fiddling for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what was going on. They were all anxious and sweaty.

The soldiers were all illiterate and illiterate. The company commanders and platoon leaders were just officers from the military company. Even professional students from the Baoding Martial Arts Hall had never learned how to assemble heavy machine guns.

Just as everyone was chasing blindly, a new recruit from the kitchen team raised one hand high: "Report to the commander, the pipe is connected to the sleeve, and the box is filled with water."

Chen Zikun hid the other hand behind him, holding an English instruction manual full of shoe prints
Chapter completed!