Yang Village.

The sky was sunny and cloudless.

Wang Gensheng leaned against a tree, holding an unknown dead grass in his mouth, and throwing a big tumor up and down in his hand, the winter sun was warm and warm, and he was a little lazy.

Spit out the dead grass in his mouth and hold the wooden handle of the fallen big tumor, Wang Gensheng looked at the entrance of the village.

In the open space in front of Yang Village, a large number of newly recruited soldiers of the Independent Regiment were training in full swing, the wooden fake guns in their hands were held straight, the neat slogans were shouted loudly, and the uniform footsteps were even more dusty.

Looking at the group of energetic new fighters, Wang Gensheng couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"A group of rookies, they don't know how to save physical strength."

Don't look at this group of people who are alive and well now.

Platoon, march, single and double, push-ups, frog jumps, trench bunker digging, crawling forward, rolling, leaping runs, obstacle courses, gun dismantling and maintenance, and a five-kilometer cross-country obstacle course·····

After a full set of training processes, all of them have to lie on their stomachs.

Originally, recruits would not go directly to the full set, and these were training programs that only veterans who had been in the army for more than half a year would carry out.

However, the regiment commander said that this group of people had been trained before, and they had a little foundation, and they all went directly to the full set of greetings, in order to form combat effectiveness as soon as possible. However, at that time, the political commissar disagreed, worried that the soldiers would not be able to bear it, but in the end, the regiment commander won.

After all, all the new soldiers of the regiment agreed with the regiment commander's approach, and the political commissar was not happy to continue to insist.

However, this group of hurried recruits obviously did not know that the training intensity of the militia was completely the same as that of the regular army.

Oh, and at the end of the afternoon, there was the most arduous bayonet training, which was the most important thing, and although the Independence Regiment was now short of ammunition and the machine guns were rich, the bayonet training was not relaxed in the slightest.

After all, there is always a time when the bullets are finished, and it is always possible to be well-trained.

As for why the training time was chosen at night, because fighting bayonets is always at the end of the battle, as soon as the bayonet comes out and the trumpet sounds, it is either life or death, victory or defeat.

He's looking forward to seeing what the guys will look like after the night's training.

After waiting for the rookies to train for half a month, and after being tired and alive every day, I knew that I began to consciously save physical strength, and it would not be like now, not to hurry up during the rest time to save physical strength, and actually hold wooden guns to fight each other with bayonets.

"Hey, I'm a little idle these days!"

Retracting his gaze, he began to throw the grenade in his hand again, and the higher and higher he flew, Wang Gensheng was a little nostalgic for the days when he attacked Shuangfeng Town before.

That's called stimulation, this day is training, and the birds are fading out of their mouths.

Suddenly, there was a 'snap', the hand did not catch it, and the grenade that flew up to the sky fell to the ground, rolling down the slope to the distance, Wang Gensheng came back to his senses, he looked at the grenade on the ground, and frowned.

It's not that I'm worried about the grenade exploding, I didn't open the lid, I didn't pull the fuse, this is safe.

Wang Gensheng felt that the trouble was the weight of the grenade.

The German big tumor is a good thing, with a charge of 170 grams, which is more powerful than the mortar shells made by the headquarters before, but for Wang Gensheng, who is emaciated, this grenade is too heavy, with a total weight of more than one catty, more than one-third heavier than the one made in his own border area.

He couldn't throw it far.

In this way, his unique skill of throwing grenades with one hand was a little difficult to summon in the face of such a heavy moral-made tumor.

"The power of the border area is small, and the big tumor made by virtue is too heavy, and the devil's melon grenade is very suitable, but this thing is too difficult to do."

Muttering in his mouth, Wang Gensheng stood up and picked up the fallen grenade and inserted it into the grenade pouch behind his waist.

"Let's go and exercise, maybe the strength will come up that day?"

Enviously glanced at Monk Wei who was carrying two large logs in the distance, Wang Gensheng licked his lips.

If labor and management have this strength, they can throw the big tumors of Dezao fifty meters with a wave of their hands, and throw them into the machine gun holes of the little devil's turret, which is better than mortars.

But when he walked to the heavy training log and looked at the log that weighed at least sixty pounds, the corners of his mouth twitched.

In terms of endurance, he is one of the best in the whole group, and he runs 30 kilometers of trail running under the standard weight, and it is easy to go down in one trip, without having to pant more.

But in terms of strength, there are probably few veterans in the regiment who are worse than him.

Moreover, he has been in the army for four or five years, and no matter how much he strengthens his training, his strength may not become much stronger, after all, there are differences between people and people, and it is impossible for everyone to be a strong man.

Just when Wang Gensheng sighed why he was not a strong man, Zhang Dabiao's voice sounded:

"Wang Gensheng, the head of the regiment is looking for you."

Zhang Dabiao was obviously in a bad mood, his face was not good, and his tone was very impulsive.

"Got it!"

Kicking the big log, Wang Gensheng ran quickly towards the regiment headquarters.

When he walked past Zhang Dabiao, he also subconsciously asked:

"Battalion commander, what's wrong with you? Who you off? ”

Wang Gensheng was curious.

Who can make this thing angry?

This is the hegemon of the independent regiment.

Moreover, looking at it like this, I was very angry, but I had to honestly suppress my temper.

"Labor and management are in a bad mood, don't bother me!"

Without looking at Wang Gensheng, Zhang Dabiao walked towards the troops being trained at the entrance of the village with a straight face, stepping very hard along the way, and scolding even more in his mouth: "This group of recruits still has the strength to play, it seems that the training is not enough!" ”

"Labor and management will train you well today."

As he spoke, he raised his sleeves and walked towards the recruits in a menacing manner.

"Hey, it looks like I'm deflated at the head of the regiment."

Wang Gensheng was a little gloating.

If anyone can make Zhang Dabiao dare not lose his temper, then there is only the old boss who has saved his life many times, Li Yunlong.

At the beginning of the new regiment, the troops fought with the devils many times, and several times Zhang Dabiao was surrounded by devils and couldn't rush out, so the regiment commander rushed in with people and rescued Zhang Dabiao.

In the face of the old leader, Zhang Dabiao was obedient.

Don't talk about losing your temper, don't even dare to say tough words.

However, except when the two fought fists and feet, every time the head of the regiment asked Zhang Dabiao to fight, Zhang Dabiao's gang was a dead hand, and pressed the head of the regiment to the ground and rubbed it every time.

"It should be that this mission is not for him, so I am not happy."

Combined with the previous reconnaissance mission, Wang Gensheng easily guessed the specific reason.

Zhang Dabiao is a devil-fighting madman, and if he has the opportunity to fight, he will not give him a chance to fight, of course he will throw his face, but he will not dare to throw it at the head of the regiment, so he can only show his face to others.

Like him.

After straightening out his military uniform and patting off the mud on his body, Wang Gensheng walked into the dilapidated conference room of the regiment headquarters.

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At the regiment headquarters, Wang Gensheng just entered the door, glanced around, and found that the regiment commander, deputy regiment commander, and political commissar, as well as the two battalion commanders of the first and third battalions, as well as the newly promoted artillery company commander Yan Sheng were all there.

"Everyone's okay, right?"

Before he could sit down, Li Yunlong spoke.

As soon as the words fell, the remaining two battalion commanders, Shen Quan and Fang Yuanshan, also had a somewhat ugly face, and they wanted to speak for a moment, but finally nodded silently:

"No comment!"

The rest of the people didn't respond, but they all nodded their heads.

"Well, this time the troops attacked the Liu family compound in Jiazhuang, led by me, Deputy Regiment Commander Kong and Political Commissar Zhao, the second battalion and the independent battalion participated in the operation, and each battalion transferred some elites into the second battalion to enhance its strength."

"The battalion commanders are responsible for strengthening the training of recruits in Yang Village, under the unified command of Zhang Dabiao, and the defense work in the regiment is also under the command of Zhang Dabiao."

Li Yunlong nodded with satisfaction and repeated his previous words, so that Wang Gensheng could understand why the two of them were so entangled and hesitant.

This is obviously wanting to participate in the war, but he does not dare to disobey the order of the regiment commander, so he can only hold it in his heart.

"Yes!"

Shen Quan and Fang Yuanshan glanced at each other and bowed their heads silently.

Not satisfied?

Of course not satisfied, and not convinced.

In the Eighth Route Army, who doesn't want to fight bullies, landlords, devils and traitors? It's a dream thing.

But the head of the regiment spoke in person, and the two could only listen. After the battles in Shuangfeng Town and Yangquan, as well as the incident of nearly 100 tons of ammunition, Li Yuntuan has completely taken root and established its prestige in the independent regiment.

As for not being convinced, it is because, after the two regiment commanders left, why did Zhang Dabiao organize the work of the whole regiment?

But even if you are not convinced, there is no way.

The meaning of the new head is obvious, whoever has great ability will be the boss.

After such a long period of contact, although the two were still unconvinced, they had to admit that Zhang Dabiao was indeed better than them, whether it was the ability to lead troops to fight or the training organization of recruits, neither of them could compare to Zhang Dabiao.

The most significant feature is that even if the training team led by Zhang Dabiao is tired and almost collapsed, the morale of Zhang Dabiao's team is more vigorous than his two teams, and the training is completed faster and better.

There was also the previous battle of the assault company attacking Shuangfeng Town, and the two of them elbowed themselves, and they were afraid that they would not be able to come back.

However, this is all temporary. After a period of time, it will be a big competition for the whole regiment, and the competition will decide who is the first battalion, who is the second battalion, and the third battalion······ The two of them were not convinced, and secretly held a breath in their hearts.

"Give me good training when I go back, and strive for the integration of the complete team within half a month, otherwise the next time I fight, it will not be your turn." Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes and glanced around.

Naturally, he knew what this group of guys was thinking, but so what?

Labor and management are the head of the regiment!

Whatever I say is what it is!

"Yes!"

This sentence obviously made Shen Quan and Fang Yuanshan come to their senses, and their voices in response involuntarily became louder.

Listen to the commander of the regiment, and it will be a battle soon after?

Twenty-one days until the next business····· Li Yunlong squinted his eyes, he naturally didn't forget what Chen Fan said about the business of canned meat, after eating canned meat last time, Grand Master Li was very nostalgic.

"Yan Sheng, you bring the whole artillery company with you in this operation, and the two big guys also bring them, bring more shells, and when the time comes, you need your artillery company to block the devil's reinforcements."

Li Yunlong said to the commander of the newly promoted artillery company.

Iwamori is a veteran officer who has just come from the brigade headquarters, has studied at Kang Da for a year, and knows a little about artillery.

In addition, Li Yunlong knew this person, and he was still a comrade-in-arms of the same regiment before, so he knew the roots, otherwise he would not have handed over the artillery company directly to him.

"Yes!"

Yan Sheng responded in a serious tone: "But the regiment commander, those two big guys have a long range, and our company is not very skilled, and I am afraid that a lot of shells will be wasted by using this guy to block the enemy's reinforcements." ”

The big guy refers to 82 mortars.

The 82 force with a firing range of more than four kilometers requires far more than 60 force for the quality of artillery.

The farther the shell, the more difficult it is to aim, and with a range of two to four kilometers, it is no longer possible to directly visually aim and shoot, so it is necessary to work on the map and shell at intervals. This requires a high level of culture or experience from artillerymen.

You must know that the 82 is equipped with a scissor-shaped cannon scope, a steel ruler and an angle measuring plate, as well as a ballistic table for artillery firing. It's not easy to play with this thing.

"It's okay, the artillery is fed out of shells, and I will make up for you as much as you consume."

Li Yunlong waved his hand, full of pride.

Isn't it just a shell? Next time I do business with Brother Chen, just get a few more tons.

Grand Master Li found out.

In these years, artillery is the master. In the last battle of Yangquan, most of the devils were eliminated by mortar artillery.

In the face of artillery, machine guns or something, weak explosion!

"Yes!"

Yan Sheng's tone couldn't hide his excitement.

There were a large number of artillery shells test-fired, and he was sure that he would soon master the technology of the 82 mortar, and when the time came, he would shoot wherever he wanted.

This thing, with a range of four kilometers and a weight of five kilograms of shells, is even more tiger than the devil's 92 infantry gun.

"Wang Gensheng, after the team gathers, organize a commando team to set off first." Li Yunlong said to Wang Gensheng.

"Yes." Wang Gensheng nodded.

"Okay, then the meeting will be dismissed, and everyone will go back to prepare, Kong Jie, you and I will gather the troops, and gather in front of Yang Village in three hours." Li Yunlong immediately ordered the meeting to disperse and prepare to leave.

Finally, he looked at Zhao Gang.

"Political Commissar Zhao, you and the monk will follow the reinforcement battalion and act together."

The reinforced battalion was the 800-strong, newly enlisted militia armed with inferior guns.

Zhao Gang was about to say that he wanted to act with the forward troops, but Li Yunlong directly blocked him back: "The reinforced battalion is all new recruits, and you need to organize it, otherwise it will be easy to make trouble." ”

"Okay!" Zhao Gang nodded and did not continue to refute.

Of course, at this time, Grand Master Li's heart was not so nice as he said.

You Xiao Xiucai, who can't even use a gun, should stay behind honestly, bullets don't have long eyes.