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Chapter 3 3【My Third Company】

"It's nothing, Lao Chen, hurry up, I'll take a step first and inspect the garrison." Yuan Pengfei gave an order, nodded with the others, got off the kang and walked out of the room.

Talk less, do less, contact less, the only way to hide your identity.

And its predecessor itself is a man of few words, so no one will feel wrong.

He continued to sort out his thoughts as he walked.

The time is now November 1940, and the Hundred Regiments War has just passed.The casualties of the independent regiment were not small, and the establishment of the entire company was not yet full.

Yuan Pengfei used to be the company deputy of the third company. After the company commander was killed in battle, he was promoted to replace the company commander.Therefore, it can be said that he picked up a ready-made and directly became the leader of the company.

Chen Qiao was also promoted from the platoon leader below, and he has been his partner for half a month, and the two of them get along fairly well, basically there is no conflict, and the cooperation can be regarded as complementing each other.

In the environment where the leader Li Yunlong and the political commissar Zhao Gang quarreled every three days and shouted every five days, this kindness was even more precious.

The other two who slept on the kang with them, the tall, thin one was the secretary of the company. He had gone to high school and private school for two days. The soldiers called him a scholar.He is a rare cultural person in the independent group, and is especially precious.

That is to say, their first battalion received the most attention, as if they were raised by their mothers in the regiment, so each company was equipped with documents.Putting it in the second and third battalions, don't even think about such a beautiful thing.

Another medium-sized man with a dark complexion was the chief of staff of the company, and his comrades privately called him a dark-faced old man.As the company's logistics management, food, equipment, supplies, and funds are all under his control.

But the Eighth Route Army doesn't have much wealth. In terms of equipment, only two people in the company can share a gun. Each gun has no more than five bullets. The poor are almost like pants.The rest of the soldiers could only make up the numbers with big knives and spears, and looked like a half-armed army.

When it comes to food, this isn't the later affluent era.It is not uncommon for people to starve to death these days, and who hasn't seen it!

Under the blockade of the Japanese and puppet troops, and there was no central government to distribute supplies, the food for the Eighth Route Army was saved by the people in the base areas one by one.Don't say you're full, it's good to have something to eat.

Even the group leader, most of the time, his meal is just two corn buns and a bowl of wild vegetable soup. It is impossible to enjoy it.

Finally, when it comes to materials and funds, it is even more miserable.There are only a few dozen sets of winter clothes left in the whole company, and there are only three or four sets per class on average.

On weekdays, only soldiers on duty would wear them.The other soldiers could only wear a single suit and shivered in the winter.

For funds, even the remaining 100 people may not be able to come up with two dollars in cash.It's just a few tickets for the border area, and I bought a little food in the base area, but it was worthless when I arrived in the county controlled by the devils.

In such a poor situation, it is not easy to be the chief secretary.Provide the soldiers with the best logistical support as much as possible, but not consume too much, and use up the reserved materials.So he could only search and search, and was dubbed a black-faced old pick by the soldiers.

"Captain."

When the sentinel saw Yuan Pengfei, he quickly raised his gun to salute, his face was full of reverence, he was a veteran under Yuan Pengfei's command.

A memory flashed in Yuan Pengfei's mind, and he blurted out: "Xiao Wang, did you have any problems last night?"

Xiao Wang: "Report to the company commander, nothing happened last night, everything is normal."

Yuan Pengfei came to his senses this time, put on the appearance of a company commander, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thanks for your hard work, change the guard and go back to drink a bowl of ginger soup, don't freeze your body."

"Yes, Captain."

Xiao Wang opened his mouth and happily agreed.

It's just that his smile is a little scary.

After a night on duty, although I was wearing a cotton padded jacket, I could withstand the freezing.Xiao Wang's face was already blue from the cold, and his body was still shivering.

Yuan Pengfei couldn't bear to look at it, remembering that Xiao Wang seemed to be less than 20 years old, as old as he was before time travel.

But what kind of life do these college students live?
What was the life like for the soldiers who fought bloody battles on this battlefield?
There's no comparison at all.

And it was these soldiers who dedicated their youth and their lives, gritted their teeth and fought the devils in the most difficult environment, and drove the enemy away, and only then did they have their happy days later.

It would be great if he could travel between the two worlds and bring modern supplies and other things, like some novels say.

The little devil wants to live on for 8 years, that is all a dream.

But this time he was dreaming, at most he was traveling through his soul and body, with nothing in his body.

There is only a little forward-looking memory left, which is not needed yet.

"Ugh"

After walking around the village, Yuan Pengfei also saw the sentry guards on duty. He greeted them one by one and confirmed that there was nothing wrong before walking to the company's training ground.

In fact, there is no way to do this. The Japanese devils are particularly arrogant, and they also have the initiative in the war.

As long as they find any clues of the Eighth Route Army and are sure to wipe out some of them, they will attack brazenly.

And for veterans of the Independent Regiment, no one will forget the battle in Yangcun.

The Devil's Yamamoto commando originally planned to sneak attack on the Eighth Route Army headquarters in Daxia Bay, but unexpectedly, when they passed through Yangcun, they were discovered by the sentries of the Second Battalion, and they fought a nighttime encounter with a battle-to-loss ratio as high as 200:1.

That one, only left a steel helmet, and did not leave a body, it seemed that it was only injured.

The independent regiment was angrily labeled by the boss as a dough maker, and its leader, Kong Jie, was immediately dismissed. The second battalion suffered heavy casualties and was downsized into a reinforced company.

This is not only a disgrace to the Independence Regiment, but also a disgrace to each of their soldiers.

After the new regiment leader Li Yunlong was transferred, by talking about the spirit of the wild wolf, as well as holding meetings and conducting training, he quickly made the soldiers unite as one and was always ready to avenge their shame.

And middle-level cadres at the company and battalion level like Yuan Pengfei have learned a lot of experience and lessons so far in the first battle.

Each company has to send out two sentry posts, one light and one dark, to be supervised and inspected by the battalion, always on guard against enemy attacks.

They don't want to suffer the humiliation again.

(End of this chapter)