"This kid is just too young, so he needs to practice more! It will be a good piece of material in the future." The commander of the Independent First Division nodded.

Political Commissar Wang smiled slightly on his face: "It's gold, it will shine wherever it is placed. You can rely on your support in the future."

The other regiment leaders and political commissars around responded at the same time: "It's easy to say it!"

Everyone knows the support target that Political Commissar Wang said, and that kid is also the number one sensational figure in the army.

There is an unwritten tradition in the Eighth Route Army. Any cadre at the regiment level or above will spontaneously select talents from their own teams and train them quietly. Especially for combat teams with general scarcity and great combat losses, people with certain military qualities and cultural levels will be given priority as training targets, and Li Wei is no exception. The combat effectiveness of individual soldiers is so high that there is almost no second one in the entire division, and he has a university education level. The senior management of the First Division subconsciously wants to train him and several other outstanding talents as successors. Starting from the grassroots warrior, it is easier to gain the recognition of other officers and soldiers. Although Li Wei himself has no idea, from the arrangement of him to the sharp knife squad, although he will always be sent to dangerous local battlefields and has the most practical experience to take care of him, it is the place with the highest chance of survival in terms of safety. Political Commissar Wang’s arrangements are all profound.

After Li Weiyi's trouble, the camp was full of wounded soldiers. Many soldiers were injured by accident. Although it was not a big deal, they kept roaring in their ears for a short period of time and were dizzy. Fortunately, most of the women in the hygiene company were on the scene, and they were in a hurry and finally settled the injured person.

"What kind of dragon roar sound! It's mostly an infrasonic attack." Only Li Wei himself understood in his heart that it was just a roar that mutated into an infrasonic wave with a certain lethality. This kind of sound wave attack was emitted by the human body, which was probably related to the qigong he practiced.

If his sound waves can become microwaves, the fun will be even greater, and there will be a human microwave oven or electromagnetic jammer.

Although he barely calculated the line, a review letter cannot escape. After all, Li Wei cannot blame him. But the wounded soldiers in the camp are a fact. Li Wei bit his pen and fooled a review letter of dried tofu. Even if he had a bad hand, as for whether the content could be understood, God knows that in modern times, he can only use water or cheating words to make the image. However, most of the comrades in the military discipline team will not make this statement. However, one thing is that this kind of kung fu is strictly prohibited in the base area, especially when there are their own people, they are just kidding. However, during the Yan'an competition, those leaders who have already become ill can withstand this kind of fright. Even if they don't hurt people, it is not good to scare children.

The pigs in the teaching camp have been reluctant to eat for a day. They are all scared by Li Wei's special skill, Long Yin. The soldiers in the kitchen squad complained while knocking on the big spoon.

Li Wei tasted the bitter fruit he had grown, and he didn't dare to speak loudly. If the sound was a little louder, other soldiers would immediately be shocked and conditioned and covered their ears in a reflex manner.

When you go to the Yan'an leader to show your face, the heads and minds of the district have been fully prepared. As the saying goes, both inside and outside should be beautiful. The men who can go to Yan'an to participate in the military competition will be trained, especially the training of etiquette and military appearance. Even every word you say in Yan'an must be prepared in advance.

Yan'an is a revolutionary holy land, not to mention competing with other brother troops. The soldiers who come there represent the entire division. No matter what, they will leave a first good impression on the leaders before they can show the reputation of the major anti-Japanese divisions.

Every soldier who was lucky enough to participate in the competition gave him a brand new military uniform, dressed up, his spirit changed, and his appearance was serious and neat. When the common people saw it, they would involuntarily give him a thumbs up: "Good soldier!"

"Young guys! Be more energetic!" Qi Xiao, chief of staff of the division, rode on the horse and led the soldiers to Yan'an. Before he arrived in Yan'an, the teams from each division had already started to board the road. At this time, it was not like modern times, and there were buses. In the anti-Japanese era, they could only go to Yan'an to make pilgrimage with two legs.

"Come on, sing a song!" The leading company instructor struck while the iron was hot, "The iron flowed 25,000 miles straight towards a firm direction, ready to sing!" Using the excitement of the spirit is the best way to forget fatigue, and it has been tried and done in the revolutionary struggle. Instructors and political commissars at all levels are experts in this field.

"The iron flow is 25,000 miles straight towards a firm direction, and after ten years of hard work, it will be trained into an invincible force. Once! The strong enemy attacks the frontier and sings mercilessly to the battlefield..."

The passionate Eighth Route Army military song echoed in the sky, and it was also the modern PLA military song that Li Wei was familiar with in the future. It was a sense of intimacy that emanated from the bottom of his heart. Like other soldiers, Li Wei was completely devoted to singing, and the fatigue of the long journey was completely abandoned.

The closer you get to Yan'an, the more excited every soldier feels. Not everyone has the opportunity to go to Yan'an. As the core of the party and the political center of the northwest anti-Japanese war, even if Li Wei comes to Yan'an for the second time, he still cannot calm down.

After walking for two days, we met the team from the third division on the road. The team from the first division was at the foot of the mountain, and the three divisions were at the ridge. Both sides saw each other from afar. The chief of staff of the team leader Qi Xiao greeted the team leader at the top of his voice. Both sides continued to advance together, and before they even arrived in Yan'an, the two sides had only met for a few minutes, and the two teams began to get stronger in the dark without any warning.

No one reminded me or spoke, the steps under the two teams became faster and faster, and they rushed towards Yan'an, as if the two sides had agreed to win the game if they arrived in Yan'an first.

Although it was crossing the mountain, the smell of gunpowder still rose very strong, and the officers and soldiers didn't even need any words. As if the two sides had made an appointment, the original normal march became a forced marching contest.

"Quick!"

“Come on!”

"Don't fall behind!"

The short commands were conveyed in the team from time to time. Several soldiers with slow pace and weak strength were immediately sandwiched by two soldiers with strong strength on the left and right. Although they came from different combat troops, they were all experienced veterans. They knew each other's pros and cons of each other for a short time, and forming a team could immediately integrate tacit understanding.

In the end, there was no words, only gasping and turning from rapid steps to trotting, gradually accelerating, and the average person was almost 40 kilograms of weight per person.

The moon hung high in the sky, and the cold moonlight spread to the ground, but the two teams had no idea of ​​rest.

During the long-distance running, the physical fitness in the team was suddenly reflected. Li Wei's qi veins were long, and the inner true qi of the God Refining Art was running endlessly, without any fatigue. Several other soldiers who also practiced internal kung fu followed closely behind. The soldiers who participated in the fighting and fighting events were all in the front, the soldiers who participated in the team competition were in the middle, while the soldiers who participated in the shooting events were in the back, and the chief of staff and instructors of the team were at the end of the team.

Along the mountains, the two teams finally came together, and the two teams rushed to give in.

Li Wei secretly made faces and told jokes at the team in the third division. He was the only one in the team who had the energy and leisure to cause trouble for the other party. As long as the other party smiled, his momentum would be relaxed, and the two teams would be divided immediately. However, which team could reach Yan'an was not an old fox who had slipped to the top? Li Wei's face and jokes were really like cat scratching, but the soldiers in the third division all held on for a breath and did not relax even if they died. They were both angry and annoyed in their hearts. This person was too hurt.

Li Wei's performance of not breathing and not blushing made the opponent's leader frightened. Both sides had been fighting for more than fifty miles, but they didn't even breathe. It was really terrible.

As if they had made an appointment suddenly, the leaders of both sides suddenly shouted: "Stop moving, camp on the spot, hurry up and rest." People are not machines. If the forced marching over a long time, it will be bad, and it will be too unprofitable to affect the military competition. The leaders of both sides looked at each other and understood what the other party meant. At the same time, they ordered that the two sides temporarily shook hands and made peace and draw.

There was no chaos, and the two teams stopped and immediately divided the work and camped, packed up firewood, and were quickly and orderly. They were all veterans who could participate in the competition, and these things were almost skillful.

The two teams set up soup pots and lit bonfires at almost the same time, haha! Even camping was still very active.

After eating the dry food with noodle soup, the guards, the others fell asleep with their clothes, and accumulated their energy and energy. They would continue the competition tomorrow.

Although the camp is quiet, the soldiers snore as soon as they lay down and fell down. This sleeping is also a skill. Frequent battles in the era of constant wars consume the energy of the soldiers. In order to accumulate every part of their physical strength and spirit, and win at the most critical moment, the soldiers will use various methods of local methods, all survival skills that are conducive to combat, and fast sleep is also one of the battlefield survival skills. This type of battlefield skills and tricks are sometimes printed into brochures and circulated among the soldiers.

If the soldiers are always simple, they are not born to be dull, and in order to concentrate all their energy to deal with the battle, the soldiers have no time to care about anything else. After all, being able to eliminate the enemy on the battlefield, survival is the kingdom of everything.

In the early morning, the first bird song broke the silence in the wild. The soldiers from the first and third divisions jumped up from the ground at the same time, divided the work to prepare breakfast, cleaned up the camp, and continued to set off while eating. The team did not convey orders in words. Often, a look and gesture could represent the meaning contained. The two teams continued to compete on the road.
Chapter completed!