晚上11点半开始起床,12点钟开始训练,当所有人都在沉睡的时候,我们在火炮里,精神抖擞地训练。我是装填手,老蒋是瞄准手。我打开车门,老蒋去启动电源,我按上炮塔内的灯泡开关,微黄的灯光打在我们身上,给东北零下20多摄氏度的深夜增添一丝暖意。一遍又一遍,我拉开炮栓,送炮弹进入炮膛,巨大的声响,在这黑夜里仿佛尖锐的战鼓在响。老蒋瞄准着外边的靶子,滴滴答答的打点声,仿 At 11:30 pm, I started to get up and started training at 12 o’clock. When everyone was asleep, we were training in artillery with full energy. I am a filling hand, Chiang Kai-shek is aiming hand. I opened the door, Chiang Kai-shek to start the power, I press the turret light bulb switch, yellow light hit us, to the northeast minus 20 degrees Celsius to add a trace of warmth of the night. Over and over again, I pulled the bolt, sent the cannonball into the barrel, the huge sound, in this dark night it seemed like a sharp war drum was ringing. Old Chiang aiming at the target outside, ticking sound management, imitation