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"Are you so laid-back?" Cao Wenlian kicked him. Zhang Xiaochuan, who was hiding in the shade of a tree and humming a tune with a cigarette in his mouth, quickly jumped up and covered his buttocks. He said with a smile: "Cao Tou, I just finished training and rested.

Don’t you want to let your brother rest? You, the commander of the company, are too inconsiderate of your brother, aren’t you?”

"Rest? Is this a place for you to rest?" Cao Wenlian pointed to his feet. Not far away was the playground, where hundreds of recruits were practicing enthusiastically.

"Isn't this barracks far away? Why are you tossing around in such a poisonous sun? Besides, I'm waiting for you here, Cao Tou. Come on, smoke one." Zhang Xiaochuan took out the cigarette with a playful smile and handed it over eagerly.

, Cao Wenlian did not refuse, and lit it with the help of the fire drawn by Zhang Xiaochuan.

"Ogawa, you are now the leader of a squad. Don't be as fussy as before. Pay attention to what you do on weekdays." After the Battle of Nanjing, the temporary 33rd regiment suffered heavy casualties, and the post-war discussion

As a reward for his meritorious service, Cao Wenlian was promoted from platoon leader to company deputy. A few months ago, the Eighth National Defense Force was reorganized and he was promoted to captain and company commander. As for Zhang Xiaochuan, the leading soldier, he was promoted from first class soldier to sergeant first and then to sergeant.

He became a sergeant and served as squad leader, and continued to stay under Cao Wenlian.

Although the military ranks of the two sides are very different, as an old comrade from the same army and a survivor who has experienced a tragic war together, Cao Wenlian usually takes good care of this little brother, and there are many new recruits in the army now, like Zhang Xiaochuan

The veteran is the pillar of the army and helps him a lot in the training of new recruits.

"Don't worry, Cao Tou, even though my brother is not very good at ordinary times, I understand this in my heart! I will never cause trouble for you." Zhang Xiaochuan quickly nodded and agreed. Since the reorganization of the National Defense Forces, the military regulations of the Eighth Division have become much stricter, especially for

Wu Peifu, the chief of staff who presided over the reorganization of the Eighth Division, was an expert in military training. According to the strict requirements of the new training manual, the entire division was complaining during the drills these days. Moreover, Wu Peifu was an upright and strict man, and many senior officers were there.

He had a bad taste in his hands. Even Cao Wenlian was a little lazy because he failed to follow the training requirements. When Wu Peifu found out, he was given a military stick.

"Anyway, you just need to know. If Wu Xiucai's people find out, it won't be as simple as just kicking you." Cao Wenlian looked at Zhang Xiaochuan's nod and bow and couldn't help but laugh and curse, but at the same time he warned him seriously.

Wu Peifu was born as a scholar and had the reputation of being a former elite scholar, which was very rare among the soldiers. When he first arrived, although the people in the Eighth Division called him Chief of Staff Wu on the surface, they all called him Wu Xiucai behind the scenes. Over time, they all called him Wu Xiucai.

, this nickname naturally spread to Wu Peifu's ears. Wu Peifu, who was usually extremely strict with the troops, did not get annoyed. Instead, he smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously at all. This situation actually made some of the people who were trained by him complain incessantly and curse secretly.

The officers and soldiers had a good impression of this somewhat unkind Chief of Staff Wu.

In addition, although the training was difficult, Wu Peifu was a very generous person. Not only did he personally take the lead in participating in the training, he also generously rewarded the officers and soldiers who made outstanding achievements. He actually promoted many good talents in the army and truly achieved meritorious service.

Even if there is reward, there will be punishment. With a fair and reasonable attitude, the officers and soldiers' views of him gradually changed. From the initial dissatisfaction and resentment, they subtly turned into awe and admiration. It can be said that in the Eighth Division, except for Fang Zida,

The status of Chief of Staff Wu Peifu in the hearts of officers and soldiers is getting higher and higher, and he is almost even comparable to division commander Huang Kaiyuan.

The reorganization of the entire Eighth Division's National Defense Force went very smoothly. Before Fang Zida went to Shanghai, the Eighth Division's structure was almost in place, and the recruits were basically in place. Wu Peifu did the subsequent training and reorganization work in an orderly manner.

It was so outstanding that even Huang Kaiyuan and others secretly praised Fang Zida for his ability to recognize people and that the chief of staff he found was indeed talented. In addition, the support of the Central Bank was also a prerequisite, and the allocation of a large amount of funds eliminated the worries of the Eighth Division.

Then new equipment from the ordnance factory was successively sent from Shanghai. After the replacement, the entire 8th Division had a completely new look, showing a vibrant look.

"Cao Tou, I heard that the new military uniforms are coming soon? Is that true?" Zhang Xiaochuan asked quietly.

"You are quite well-informed, can you find out about this matter?" Cao Wenlian laughed and cursed.

Zhang Xiaochuan patted his chest proudly and said: "It goes without saying that I don't think about what qualifications brothers have in the Eighth Division. They were the first batch to form the Eighth Division back then!"

"Fuck you! You are the first batch, so what am I?" Cao Wenlian kicked him again rudely. When Zhang Xiaochuan joined the army, he was the soldier he personally led, but now this guy is pretending to be old in front of him

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With a chuckle, Zhang Xiaochuan came closer and asked: "What do the new military uniforms look like? Are they pretty?"

"Beautiful? Are you a girl?" Cao Wenlian glared.

"Why is Cao Tou getting more and more angry now? Men can't get angry, so they should find a sister-in-law. Besides, can't we gentlemen like to be beautiful?" Zhang Xiaochuan shrank his head and couldn't help muttering.

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After taking a puff of cigarette, Cao Wenlian said: "I haven't looked at the new military uniforms, but it is said that they are the styles ordered by Commander Fang, and they are divided into four styles: winter, summer and military uniforms."

"Dongxia Junchang? I know Dongxia Junchang. What is Junchang?" Zhang Xiaochuan asked puzzledly.

The old man's face turned slightly red. Cao Wenlian, who actually didn't understand what was going on, immediately raised his face and said, "Why are you asking so many questions? It will be clear by then. Besides, will Commander Fang treat our Eighth Division badly? Didn't you see this?"

The new guns and cannons that have been reloaded for the first time, so many good things, I am not bragging here, the entire Republic of China is scorpion shit - the only one!"

The two of them were talking excitedly, and suddenly they saw a group of people coming from a distance. Cao Wenlian, thinking it was Wu Xiucai who came to check the training progress in person, hurriedly threw away his cigarette butts, straightened his uniform, and stood up straight with Zhang Xiaochuan.

, worryingly thinking about how he should answer if he saw himself coming up to ask questions.

But when the person approached, Cao Wenlian was slightly startled. The person in the lead was actually the brigade commander Li Shimao, and the person walking in the middle was even more familiar. Wasn't it the original commander of the Eighth Division, Fang Zida?

"Commander Fang! Brigadier Li!"

As everyone approached, Cao Wenlian and Zhang Xiaochuan quickly ran forward and saluted.

"It's Platoon Leader Cao, oh... Now he's a captain, company deputy or company commander?" Fang Zida actually remembered Cao Wenlian and nodded to him with a smile. Cao Wenlian felt excited and said with a blush: "

The humble position is now company commander."

"Okay! Well done, company commander! If you work hard, you might be able to become a battalion commander, a regiment commander or even a brigade commander in the future! This little brother also looks familiar. Is he also your original temporary member of the 33rd regiment?"

"Yes! Commander Fang, former first-class private of the 33rd Regiment, now sergeant squad leader Zhang Xiaochuan salutes you!" Zhang Xiaochuan replied equally excitedly.

"Kuisun, these two are your old subordinates!" Fang Zida smiled and said to Li Shimao next to him, then turned to Cao Wenlian and the others: "I'm really happy to see you, but I am no longer the deputy division commander now.

, there is no need to call me the same way as before."

"This is not possible. I said before that Commander Fang will always be the commander of our Eighth Division." Li Shimao insisted on the side. The officers beside him nodded in agreement. Fang Zida had no choice but to smile and let them go.

I walked around the playground, asked some daily training questions, and randomly selected a few recruits to test the training situation. Fang Zida felt that he was still very satisfied. At the same time, he also asked about the rifles and grenade launchers of the newly equipped troops.

, machine guns and other equipment, Fang Zida also carefully asked the officers and soldiers about their use. When he received satisfactory answers, Fang Zida was very happy.

"How's the shooting training going?"

"According to the training requirements, each person has five rounds of ammunition per day, and the effect is not bad." Cao Wenlian was a grassroots officer and had the most say at the scene. He immediately replied on behalf of Li Shimao.

"Only five rounds? I remember that the ordnance factory sent a lot of bullets!" Fang Zida couldn't help frowning.

"It's quite a lot, but old leader, our Eighth Division now has more than 20,000 people. Five rounds per person will consume more than 100,000 rounds a day. This is not a small number. Compared with before, five rounds of bullets are enough.

"Li Shimao explained.

Although Fang Zida was not a soldier, he knew that the quality of the soldiers in the army determines their combat effectiveness. Without adequate training, no matter how good the soldiers are on the battlefield, they will be dregs. In military training, shooting is an extremely important part, and shooting skills are

Improvement depends entirely on an adequate supply of ammunition. After all, talented shooters are only a minority in the army. Without bullets to feed, the overall level cannot be improved at all.

Although the daily output of the 7.92mm bullet line has gradually increased from the initial 14,086 rounds to about 32,800 rounds since the ordnance factory began assembly operations, it still cannot meet the requirements. The three assembly lines operate at the same time, which is only about the same as the current consumption of the Eighth Division. In this way

It's absolutely impossible to go down.

Nodding slightly, Fang Zida decided to send a telegram to Shanghai later, asking the ordnance factory to increase the bullet assembly line again, to at least reach a daily output of 500,000 rounds. Otherwise, just one Eighth Division would not be able to satisfy it, let alone other troops?

Putting the matter aside for the time being, Fang Zida asked about the situation of literacy classes in the army. Literacy classes were decided by Fang Zida in the early stages. An army without culture will never become an advanced army. People who serve as soldiers will eat food.

, most of them were born in poverty, and illiteracy abounded. In order to solve this problem, Fang Zida specifically listed one item in the literacy class as a focus in the training syllabus.

Although the time was a bit short, Wu Peifu seemed to have done a good job in this regard. In addition to normal training, literacy classes in various grassroots units were in full swing. Some smart soldiers already knew a lot of words, and even the stupid ones could write

With about ten words, it is estimated that it will take another half a year to meet Fang Zida's initial requirements.

"Brother Zhangming, why did you suddenly come to Nanjing? You didn't send me a telegram first!" While Fang Zida was inspecting the situation of the troops with great interest, Wu Peifu, who had just led the troops back to camp from training in the suburbs, hurried over.

I saw him wearing an ordinary soldier's uniform without any military rank, wearing leggings, looking dusty, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Chapter completed!