"Monk"

The next day, in the courtyard in front of the regiment headquarters, Li Yunlong stopped Monk Wei, who was carrying a thick log for exercise.

"Commander, do you have something to look for me?"

Wei Dayong put down the log weighing at least fifty catties in his hand, took a step back, and looked at Li Yunlong.

Looking at the thick log on the ground, and looking at Monk Wei who took a step back, Li Yunlong frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"What are you afraid of? If you don't want to, you don't want to, and I won't force you to be my guard," he scolded.

When he first met Wei Dayong yesterday, Li Yunlong fell in love with Monk Wei's kung fu, and he also coveted the monk's extraordinary courage to escape from the devil's prisoner of war camp alone, and wanted Monk Wei to be his guard, but he was refused, and it was a little unpleasant.

"I'm sorry regiment commander, the political commissar has a life-saving grace for me, and I have to repay the favor"

Monk Wei shook his head, his tone was honest.

"Haha"

Li Yunlong patted Wei Dayong, who was more than half a head taller than him, and said with a smile: "It's all a regiment, it's the same everywhere, you can fight devils, protect the political commissar well, if you want to go to the front-line troops in the future, just tell me, I'll arrange"

"Thank you, Leader," Monk Wei nodded in thanks.

"I don't think you have a weapon yet," Li Yunlong asked suddenly.

"Hmm"

Monk Wei was a little embarrassed: "I robbed a flower trap when I escaped from the prisoner of war camp before, but I was chased by the devil on the road and lost it, if I hadn't met the political commissar later, I guess I would have been killed by the devil."

"That flower mechanism is really good, it's a pity..."

In the end, he subconsciously scratched his head.

"What can you do if you don't rob the commissar?"

Li Yunlong pretended to be serious, and he took out a brand-new twenty-round shell gun and a row of canvas magazines and carrying equipment from the bag he was carrying.

The nine-row pockets were filled with magazines, a total of nine magazines, but the magazines were not loaded, and there was a row of cartridges on the lower edge of the canvas carrier, containing about fifty rounds.

The springs of the magazines have a limited lifespan, and they are left empty when not in use, and the magazines are loaded before the war.

"Thank you, Captain"

After taking the pistol and magazine carrying gear, Wei Dayong hurriedly thanked him.

"Where is the commissar..."

Looking at the happy Monk Wei, Li Yunlong waved his hand.

"Yes, then the regiment commander, I'll go first" Wei Dayong touched the brand-new shell gun that had just arrived, and his voice was smirking.

"Let's go..."

Sooner or later, I will get you over as a guard, and your kung fu will follow that poor and sour talent, which is called burying talents.

Looking at Monk Wei who was leaving, Li Yunlong rubbed his hands and left humming a little song.

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"Commissar"

In a mud house at the regiment headquarters, Wei Dayong said to Zhao Gang, who was taking notes on the table:

"The head of the regiment just gave me a gun, and he wants me to protect you well."

As he spoke, he put the gun with the magazine on the table, with an attitude of letting it go, but with obvious reluctance on his face.

"Huh?"

Zhao Gang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"You will take what this regiment commander gave you, you must be equipped with a gun as a soldier, I forgot it before"

"Oh"

Monk Wei nodded, did not immediately put away the gun, but looked at Zhang Gang, especially the waist of Political Commissar Zhao, who only had a lonely and honest shabby belt, before continuing: "Political Commissar, you haven't robbed it yourself."

"The brigade was going to give me a gun, but I didn't"

Zhao Gang smiled indifferently, then pointed to the twenty-shot system barge gun on the table and said: "I prefer to use a rifle, the accuracy is higher, and my shooting habits are also biased towards accurate shooting, although the barge gun is more accurate than the average pistol, it is still far worse than the rifle."

"Your pistol skills are really powerful, so far, at least two hundred meters, three puppet soldiers, one shot, gun headshot, I haven't seen anyone with better marksmanship than you before"

Monk Wei put away the barge gun at this time, and at the same time sincerely praised it.

He couldn't eat enough in the prisoner of war camp, his physical strength was insufficient, coupled with the excessive force he used to escape before, his physical strength was squeezed to the limit, and on the way to escape, he was even forced to throw away the gun he had snatched to reduce his weight, at that time he was already so tired that he half fainted on the ground, if he didn't happen to meet Zhao Gang, he would definitely have been killed by the puppet army at that time.

As soon as Zhao Gang made a move, the puppet army was stunned on the spot.

Two hundred meters, three shots in a row, guns and headshots, including a puppet army leader, dozens of puppet soldiers didn't even have the idea of resisting, and slipped away.

"But the commissar, this gun is not an ordinary shell gun"

Touching the shell gun in his hand, Monk Wei's tone was full of amazement.

"This gun is definitely an original German product, and in the batch of German manufacturing, it is also the top, I used to be a squad leader for a period of time, and even served as an acting platoon leader for a few days, and I got an imported German barge gun"

"Compared to this, it's far from this one"

"Well, I'll see"

This remark aroused Zhao Gang's interest and reminded him of what he had seen when he inspected the troops in the previous delegation:

"When I inspected the troops of the Independent Regiment before, I also found that there was a batch of brand-new Czech products of very good quality, and the quality was even much better than ordinary imported goods, which was said to have been obtained by Regiment Commander Li through a friend."

Looking at the shell gun handed over by Wei Dayong, Zhao Gang's expression suddenly changed:

"This quality, exactly the same as those Czechs, the parts are tightly connected, and there is no trace of frizz on the edges, this kind of processing and manufacturing quality can only be done abroad, and it is definitely made by the top masters of large factories, and we don't even think about it in China at present."

Handing the gun in his hand to Monk Wei, Zhao Gang continued to sigh:

"I don't know where Commander Li got these good things, this gun is several times more expensive than ordinary shell guns, and it is priceless in the market, and ordinary people can't buy it if they want to."

"He is worthy of being the most famous old regiment leader in the Hubei-Henan-Anhui base area, and it seems that he is worthy of his name."

"Captain Li is famous?" Monk Wei put the gun into the wooden box and asked.

He used to be in the national army, where little news about the Eighth Route Army circulated, and then in the prisoner of war camp, and he didn't know anything about the outside world.

"Well, famous"

Zhao Gang said with a smile: "The most famous thing is that more than a month ago, he led a new regiment to defeat the Bantian United from the front in Cangyunling and killed the captain of the Bantian United"

"Kill Sakata United, kill Sakata United? With the strength of a regiment? ”

Wei Dayong was taken aback, and he asked in disbelief: "Is it the Sakatian Wing of the Fourth Division of the Devil?" The co-captain seems to be called... Nobuzhe Sakata? ”

"Yes, the 3rd Wing of the 4th Division of the Japanese Army, its wing commander is Sakata Nobutsu Osa, so it is also called Sakata Wing, what, do you know this wing?" Zhao Gang asked with interest.

"Don't you know, our division was defeated by this wing in the Battle of Xinkou back then."

Monk Wei still spoke in disbelief:

"Back then, we had two divisions, two divisions of the Central Army, all of which were defeated by the Sakata Wing, how could he have one regiment..."

"I don't know the specific battle process, but Sakata really died in the hands of Li Yunlong, his command knife is still in the brigade headquarters, and the newspapers on the devil's side have also confirmed that Sakata is dead."

Zhao Gang shook his head with a smile, looked at Wei Dayong, who was muttering to himself, and continued to write his work diary in his notebook.

"This... This..."

Wei Dayong Nannan muttered to himself for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at the regiment headquarters, and looked at the place where Li Yunlong was, his eyes flickering.

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"Commissar"

After putting away the work report, Zhao Gang, who was about to go to dinner, heard Li Yunlong's loud voice outside the door.

"Is there something wrong with me as the head of the regiment?"

Opening the door to let Li Yunlong in, Zhao Gang was a little puzzled and a little vigilant.

He saw it yesterday.

There is only one meaning in this Li regiment leader's words full of thorns... You obscure fellow, get out of here.

Want to kick me away? No way! You can't get away with it!

"No, although you are in charge of life, I am in charge of work, and we don't interfere with each other, but there is a major military operation in the regiment, I will definitely have to inform you and ask for your consent," Li Yunlong said with a smile.

"Oh? What military operations were there in the regiment? ”

Zhao Gang raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were even more puzzled.

This is different from the information I got at the brigade headquarters.

According to the brigade headquarters, this guy used to be on guard against the former political commissar almost everywhere, and the military operation was even more of a word, and he never consulted with anyone.

There is a conspiracy!

Zhao Gang's heart jumped!

"I also just arrived in the independent regiment not long ago, you also know that the independent regiment was attacked by a group of devil elite troops before, and the whole regiment suffered heavy losses, and the second battalion was almost disabled by the entire formation, counting non-combat attrition, the entire battalion can return to only more than 100 people"

Li Yunlong sat on the chair with a golden knife and went straight to the topic:

"So, the biggest problem for the whole regiment right now is the morale problem, although I stimulated it with a new weapon yesterday, but the effect is limited"

It's a good idea to use weapons to boost morale... Hearing the dry goods here, Zhao Gang's vigilance lowered slightly, and he began to listen carefully to what Li Yunlong said.

Li Yunlong continued:

"I plan to organize a field training to gather the second battalion with the greatest losses, and then draw elite grassroots officers and elite veterans from the other two battalions to follow the route interspersed by that group of little devils."

"I found that many soldiers in the regiment are afraid to discuss the previous battle, which is very bad"

"Therefore, during the training period, we will organize a repeated review of the process of this battle to find out the problems we have."

"The root of the morale problem in the regiment is the fear of this group of little devils, so only by thoroughly understanding this group of devils and thoroughly understanding what we did wrong in the previous battles can we fundamentally solve the morale problem and avoid falling in the same place next time"

"Good idea, this is no problem, I raise my hands in favor" Hearing this, Zhao Gang almost couldn't help but exclaim.

"Then, who will lead the team on this mission" Zhao Gang asked vigilantly.

It is said that this Commander Li likes to deviate from the norm and often leads the commandos to fight by himself, which is absolutely not good, and I will never allow such a thing to happen...

"Led by the current second battalion commander Zhang Dabiao," Li Yunlong said with a smile.

Oh, Xiao Xiucai is quite vigilant, it seems that the brigade commander said something to this Xiucai...

The two of them gathered together, and Li Yunlong said some detailed deployments, as well as the news sent back by the communication troops every day or two, which was approved by Zhao Gang.

After Li Yunlong left, Zhao Gang stood in the room and thought carefully for a long time.

Something is a little wrong, but it seems to be fine...

It's just a training.,And there are regular communication reports to the troops.,I should be thinking too much...

This Li Yunlong is not as difficult to get along with as he imagined!