Special Years

The officers and soldiers of the Eighth Company turned their heads in unison.

In the line of sight, Han Xiaobei stood at the back of the team, raised his right hand, his face was slightly red, there was a burning fighting spirit in his eyes, but also the shyness unique to recruits.

Zhang Jianxing didn't come back to his senses for a while, but Zhuang Yan was the first to respond.

"Xiao Bei, have you made up your mind?"

There is doubt in Zhuang Yan's heart.

As infantry, foxhole construction is of course a tactical subject.

Of course, Han Xiaobei has also studied it, but he has only been exposed to this subject for two months.

The construction of foxholes, to put it bluntly, is a physical competition.

That thing is not difficult, but there is a standard, dig according to the standard, and you can reach the standard. The only thing that can be called technology is the use of sappers by soldiers.

The position of the shovel should be accurate and the strength should be ruthless. First dig the shape, and then refine it. The comparison is physical strength and speed.

This is a well-known job.

"Squad leader, let me play, I won't let you down." Han Xiaobei begged.

Zhuang Yan thought for a while, then looked back at company commander Zhang Jianxing.

Zhang Jianxing seemed to be full of interest.

After all, Han Xiaobei's performance today was really good, completely breaking through his previous impression.

Although he also did not have much confidence in whether Han Xiaobei could outperform the sappers and even those ground mice, it could even be said that he had no hope.

Who are the sappers?

These guys don't talk about foxholes. They often simulate mechanical failures during training, manually excavate forward command posts or temporary large-scale artillery positions, etc. Those large-scale civil engineering works are not comparable to small foxholes.

Although the infantry is strong in combat subjects, when it comes to digging the ground to build fortifications, in front of the engineer company, they really have to give a thumbs up and say the word "serving".

This is also why every time the 273 regiment has been competing in this kind of arena for many years, no one has ever been able to win the sappers in the project of building foxholes.

In combat subjects, others are not as good as you, but better than others?

Where would anyone else give you any chance?

On the contrary, the soldiers of the engineer company were excited.

Not only the soldiers, but also the company commander of the engineer company, Du Xiaoning, laughed and said, "Okay! This soldier has courage! But don't just talk about it, come up!"

Han Xiaobei still looked at Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan still looked at Zhang Jianxing.

He needs to be approved.

Zhang Jianxing was silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "Okay, you go up and try!"

All the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Company turned around and gathered around the field of competition.

In fact, the so-called foxholes are a kind of infantry bunkers.

Infantry bunkers are mainly divided into individual bunkers and infantry squad bunkers. Machine gun companies also need to learn machine gun bunkers. Bazooka shooters, mortars and recoilless artillery squads also need to learn the corresponding bunkers.

The most common foxhole is a single soldier bunker, which is generally a dirt pit.

According to the length of combat preparation time, it can be divided into three types: lying bunkers, kneeling bunkers, and standing bunkers. In addition to these three types of machine gun bunkers, there are also anti-aircraft bunkers.

Of course, this pit is not without standards.

First of all, according to the different shooting postures, foxholes can be divided into single-person bunkers for lying position shooting, single-person bunkers for kneeling position shooting, single-person bunkers for standing shooting positions, and bunkers with shooting pedals.

The location of the foxhole should be determined according to the combat mission, terrain conditions, enemy conditions, social conditions and firearm performance.

Among them, the single-person bunker pit is 170 cm long, 25 cm deep, 180 cm wide at the front, 60 cm wide at the back, 30 cm in diameter, 25-30 cm high on the left chest wall, and 10-15 cm high on the right chest wall. centimeter.

If you are shooting a single-person bunker in a kneeling position, the depth should be reduced by 80 cm, the diameter of the cliff is 30 cm, the width of the mouth is 90 cm, the width of the bottom is 70 cm, the height of the left and right breast walls is 40 cm, and the height of the middle is 30 cm.

The single-person bunker for standing shooting is 110 cm deep, 50 cm wide at the bottom, and 65 cm in diameter on the cliff.

Among these types of foxholes, the easiest is the lying foxhole, and the most difficult is the standing foxhole.

Digging a foxhole may sound like an easy thing to do, just remember the criteria and just dig it.

But in fact, whether the foxhole is qualified or not, the inspection requirements are very strict. All the standard errors should not exceed 5 cm, the camouflage meets the requirements, the bulldozing must be in the front and a series of small details, otherwise it will be considered unqualified.

In addition, there are also regulations on the time. According to the regulations in the infantry textbook, it is required to complete the foxhole in the lying position within 12 minutes, the kneeling position within 18 minutes, and the most difficult standing position foxhole is required to be completed within 36 minutes. Finish.

Ordinary veterans dig this kind of pit, and the time can be reduced by one-third, and it does not need as much time as the textbooks.

It sounds like foxholes are simple.

In fact, that's because the textbook assumes the time and standard under "medium soil" conditions.

Of course, there are lower and higher.

What is inferior? It is in some places where the soil is extremely soft, such as sandy ground and floating ground.

What is higher? In the tundra in the north, the ground is as hard as ice, the ground that can shake people's mouths to blood.

The site set up here today conforms to medium soil conditions, with yellow mud grass, moderately soft and hard soil, and no rocks.

Zhang Jianxing went up and asked, "Old Du, how many in a group?"

The reason why I ask this is because since it is a ring match, then how many foxholes have to be dug in a long time.

This method of competition does not consider some details, but only considers the speed, standard and quantity to determine the winner or loser.

"Seven!" Du Xiaoyu said, "The upper limit of seven is a group."

Zhang Jianxing said: "OK!"

After finishing, he returned to Zhuang Yan and Han Xiaobei and said, "Seven groups of 7, calculate the shortest time to complete the digging, whoever has the best results, who will be the champion of the ring today..."

His eyes fell on Han Xiaobei's face and he asked, "Are you sure you want to go?"

Han Xiaobei said, "Company commander, I haven't won the first place yet."

Zhang Jianxing smiled: "Just like you, if you don't count to the bottom, I'm already satisfied, and I expect you to take the first place?"

Han Xiaobei refused to accept: "Company commander, I promise to win."

Zhang Jianxing said: "I'm very brave, but I'm very happy, but it's always the company of engineers and soldiers, and you won't be ashamed if you lose."

Han Xiaobei stopped talking, and there was that stubborn light in his eyes.

Take the engineer shovel on the field, and the engineer company also sent a soldier there.

The recruits of the engineer company are tall and big, five big and three thick; Han Xiaobei is tall and thin, like a rolling pin.

"Start!"

Following the order, the two began to dig foxholes in the lying position one by one along the straight line scattered by the lime powder.

In the first three pits, the speed of the two is almost the same.

In the fourth pit, Han Xiaobei fell behind.

In the fifth pit, Han Xiaobei was a little bit ahead.

In the sixth pit, the two were neck and neck again.

At first, only the eighth company and the engineer company were shouting "Come on". Later, more and more people were around, and other companies gathered. Everyone was shouting "Come on", and I didn't know who was shouting for whom. , who cheers whom.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely intense. In the evening, hundreds of soldiers gathered together, and the blue veins on their necks shouted.

Time flies~www.novelmt.com~ The sun has set on the distant mountains, and I watched with great interest these soldiers fighting chicken blood.

Seventh foxhole...

The mud splashed behind the two of them, and the sweat made them all wet, and the sweat on their faces was mixed with mud and water, and it was already a paste.

Zhuang Yan licked his lips and looked at his stopwatch.

Seven pits, the two people spent more than forty-nine minutes, and each pit took more than seven minutes on average.

The two of them have dug to the last bit, and the speed has slowly slowed down.

Han Xiaobei blushed terribly, and blood seemed to burst out under his skin.

The recruit of the engineer company was also not much better. His face was getting whiter and whiter, and his sweat was dripping on the soil like an unplugged faucet.

"Finish!"

A loud roar reached everyone's ears.