Chapter 107

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you, squad leader Lei for your concern. He was just so happy that he was so happy that he was the names of Bi Shengke, McDonald's and Kendeji. I'm so embarrassed. The names of the three elder brothers have been extremely revered." Li Wei felt that he was embarrassed this time, and his old face turned slightly red, so he quickly looked for lyrics to cover up.

Bi Shengke, McDonald's and Ken Deji's three soldiers looked embarrassed. They didn't expect that they would be so famous. Someone would admire them in this kind of program. The three of them had weird expressions and didn't know what to say. They thought they did something wrong and offended the new comrade.

"It's fine, then go ahead, Bangmao, it's your turn." Lei Long sat back on his seat with his teapot.

A tall warrior with a head taller figure than Li Wei and a burly body grinned at Li Wei, and smiled kindly, "My name is Zhang Meng. I have been older than others since I was a child. When I was a child, people called me Bangchi. You can call me Zhang Dabchi. Bangchi. When we drive away the Japanese together, we will build three large tiled houses, marry a beautiful woman, and give birth to him a nest of babies. Brother, don't forget to come to our house. It will definitely be served with good wine and meat. By the way, I haven't told you where I am. I am from outside the pass, and Xiong Zazi. It's very good. The land is like fat and flowing oil. You can grow anything well..."

"Stop, stop, stop, off topic again. I said, "Bangchui, don't always do this, okay? Just introduce yourself, just introduce yourself, why did you get into your home again?" Ken Deji quickly jumped out and shouted to stop Zhang Meng's off topic. He felt that he was about to be fooled by this man.

The other comrades carefully took a look at Li Wei. Fortunately, they were not shocked by Zhang Dabangchui's name this time.

Li Wei smiled. This warrior is really a straightforward and stupid and cute.

"Deng Feng!" The last soldier simply reported his name and never said the second sentence again.

Li Wei was very surprised by Deng Feng's warrior. The other soldiers in the third squad were very enthusiastic, but he was the only one. Except for the time he had just entered the door, he had no other expressions. He just grinded a bayonet and was cold and cold, incompatible with the entire environment.

Seeing that Deng Feng was still as if he was strangers to his new comrades, Squad Leader Lei was a little angry, but he still explained to Li Wei: "This kid is more ruthless than anyone else in war, but he has a bad temper, like a stone. Comrade Li, please be surprised, this guy is like this."

Li Wei understood. Seeing that Li Wei looked at Deng Feng curiously, McDonald's looked at him and whispered in Li Wei's ear: "The squad leader is right, this kid is just like this. I heard that his wife, who had not passed the door before, was ruined by the Japanese. He was also slaughtered into the village. In anger, he burned the Japanese military camp and fled to the mountain to become a Taoist priest without caring about the world. Later, he saw that our Eighth Route Army was brave enough to fight the Japanese. He might as well become a soldier. Don't underestimate him. I heard that he had practiced Kung Fu."

After everyone got to know each other, Li Wei was surprised to find that this ordinary Eighth Route Army combat team was actually a crouching tiger and hidden dragon, and everyone had his own wonderful story.

It was a lively evening when Li Wei arrived at the Third Regiment. He felt like he had come to a big family. He felt like he had a lot of brothers all of a sudden, and the topics of the southeast, west and north were unwilling to talk nonsense. He laughed unscrupulously and chatted about family matters. Li Wei was immersed in this atmosphere without realizing it, and the feeling of home in his heart seemed to be back.

The lights were turned off and Li Weicai and the others climbed onto the big kang to sleep.

In the early morning, the melodious wake-up call rang. Li Wei was snapped up by the squad leader Lei beside him and squeezed out of the barracks with other soldiers. A new day began.

The exercise before meals is a charge drill. Before the kitchen started, Li Wei followed Lei Long and other soldiers to the suburbs outside the village. At this moment, it was the green gauze tent that the people had collected the food, but they were not worried about stepping on the crops.

I casually found several other squads of soldiers, combined them into both offensive and defense sides, and after checking and clearing the barrel, I began daily charge and fighting training.

"Be more flexible, be more aggressive!"

"Wei Zi, surround us from the right and kill us! Well done!"

"Okay, pay attention to the back, detour, stick! Pay attention to the back, alas, I'm so stupid!"

"Old Mai should pay attention to the cooperation with Lao Ken. Two fights, one should be quick, accurate and ruthless."

"Come on, boy, I'll pick three at one time, hey! Come on!"

The command position of Leilong squad leader is almost the core of the entire combat squad. He has rich experience in the combat cooperation of every soldier and constantly improves the team's combat in the drill. The Eighth Route Army is a team that emphasizes team nature, and individuals exist almost for overall interests. By constantly strengthening personal abilities and cooperation abilities, the overall combat effectiveness of the team is improved.

The dirt on the drill field became imaginary bullets and grenades. They were thrown out of the ground. As long as they hit the opponent, they would kill one. One squad was considered a small team. After a while, they would run one squad, and then they would run another squad. A large ditches, farmland and a large forest. There were soldiers coming and going everywhere, shouting and killing, and the fields were full of people watching, which was a big scenic spot.

A huge piece of dried cow dung flew over not far away in front of him. Li Wei almost felt like he wanted to vomit wildly. He couldn't see clearly what this thing and threw it away. He was so irresponsible. A large number of adults rushed in and out between the farmland and the woods, dodging and throwing mud cow dung. The farmer's version of the live-action CCS exercise made people want to laugh but couldn't laugh. They could only participate in it seriously due to hilarious and tortured.

Until the meal call sounded, it was like a conditioned reflex in the biological laboratory. Everyone stopped moving, looked at each other, and there was almost no command to pass. They automatically gathered together, cleaned up their equipment and clothes, and then gathered to the place where they were having meals.

Except for the regiment headquarters, both the battalion commander and the soldiers had to line up to make meals with bowls.

There are many specialties in eating in the Eighth Route Army. The cost of fighting in the army is money and food, and money is military pay. Food is military ration. Fighting and training consume a lot of physical strength. Generally, ordinary soldiers eat almost twice as much as ordinary people. Ordinary students are full after eating a meal. However, for these rural soldiers, half a pound of rice is only 80% full. If the battle is more intense, maybe even one pound of rice may not be enough.
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