Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

"After a long time, tell me, can the leader remember all the names of the soldiers?"

Yang Min was filled with emotion, "But isn't it unnecessary to do this?"

The monk said: "On the contrary, we all feel that it is very necessary."

Zhuangzi said: "You don't know, since the regiment leader promoted this method, the soldiers went to the battlefield, they were screaming, why? The soldiers have said it, the platoon commander, the company commander, the battalion commander, and even the regimental commander They are all looking at themselves from behind! If you don’t fight well, you will be laughed at by the regiment leader.”

"More than that, this method can gather the fighting power of the whole regiment. A regiment of thousands of people can even be like a big family. Everyone knows each other well. At this time, foreign enemies have spies who want to sneak in? That would be too difficult."

Yang Min said in a daze, "It's really the first time I've seen a leader like our regiment leader."

Han Feng asked with a smile, "Yang Min, apart from the reasons mentioned by the monks, do you know why I did this?"

Yang Min shook his head in a daze, and Professor Tanaka also cast a curious look at Han Feng.

Han Feng said: "The reason is very simple. You should all know what kind of team our Eighth Route Army is. Some of the soldiers are farmers from the countryside, some are children who have not even grown up, and some are homeless refugees.

They came from all corners of the country and gathered together, with their heads pinned to their trouser belts, beating the devils, bleeding and sacrificing themselves, none of them were afraid of death, they were all damn good. "

"But bullets don't have eyes on the battlefield. I can't guarantee that every one of them will survive intact on the battlefield."

"As the head of the regiment, I can't fall down. If any soldier brother died, I can't stop crying in front of his corpse. The brothers in the whole regiment are looking at me. If I do that, this battle will be over. No need to fight."

"So the only thing I can do is to remember the names and appearances of each of these brothers. At least one of his mother's soldiers died. I can tell who he is and what his name is at a glance. It's my heart's love for him Condolences."

This is the most authentic reason for the tradition that Han Feng passed down to the regiment at that time, and this was the first time he said it.

Even the well-known monk and Zhuangzi heard it for the first time, and they were all moved in silence. After feeling the emotion, they looked at the tall and straight figure at the front of the team, and their eyes showed more and more admiration.

... The group of people just chatted casually, and they "killed" directly to the regiment headquarters of the New Third Regiment.

When Han Feng met Xing Zhiguo, the new head of the New Third Regiment, the former deputy head of the Independent Regiment, Lao Xing was taken aback.

He was still wondering, such a group of people appeared in his regiment headquarters so quietly, why didn't the messengers report it?

This kind of situation has happened on weekdays, when the brigade commander, division commander or even the commander came directly, and the signal soldier did not need to report.

It's just why this group of people... "Old Han!" After Xing Zhiguo was stunned, his face was full of joy, and he said with emotion: "No wonder, no wonder, I said that a group of people like you suddenly appeared and the communicators didn't come to report, just like It's like returning to my own home, it turns out that the old head of our new third regiment has returned."

Han Feng smiled and said: "I just wanted to give you a surprise, I came from the old head of the regiment, I heard that you, Lao Xing, now occupy my territory, and come to my place to be the head of the regiment!

Without further ado, I will come to you at the second stop. "

Ha ha ha ha--

"Old Han, you are reluctant to part with the old brothers of your new third regiment, so come here to see them!" Xing Zhiguo said with a smile, "Don't just stand outside, hurry up and enter the room, I won't entertain you , when your old Han arrives here, isn’t that the same as arriving at your own home?”

Everyone laughed again, Han Feng said: "Then how can I? Mainly to see you, Lao Xing, and my gang of old brothers by the way."

"How about it, I, the soldiers of the new third regiment, do you still like it, old Xing?"

"I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything at all." Xing Zhiguo said with emotion, "You know me, you have been working as the deputy head of the regiment, and you really don't have much experience in leading a regiment by yourself. When the new third regiment saw it, there was not a single soldier in the regiment who was not good."

"Training when it's time to train, and farming when it's time to farm. The battalion commanders and company commanders have basically handled the affairs of the whole regiment. It seems that I, the regiment commander, have come to idle."

Han Feng laughed and said, "You old Xing, don't be modest. I still don't know your brother's ability? It's not a problem to give you a teacher alone, let alone me, a little Xinxin. There are three groups."

"You, this flattery is still as subtle as ever."

Xing Zhiguo laughed, and the two entered the room. Xing Zhiguo immediately arranged for the old battalion elders and company commanders to gather at the regiment headquarters immediately.

"In addition, spread the news, saying that our old regiment leader Han is back, and it will also make the old comrades of the new third regiment happy."

"Yes." The communications soldier turned and left.

"What, the old captain is back?"

"Really, the old regiment leader is back? Okay, let's rush to the regiment headquarters immediately."

……

The first battalion commander Shi Wencai, the second battalion commander Deng Pang, the third battalion commander He Zhenguo, the fourth battalion commander Chen Gong and others who got the news almost flew to the regiment headquarters.

One by one, they plunged into the regiment headquarters, pushed open the room, opened the curtain, and when they saw Han Feng's face, they all felt emotional and their eyes swelled.

"Leader, I thought I was dreaming, you really came back! It must have been more than a year, I dreamed about your situation in the four eastern provinces all day long!" Shi Wencai was six feet tall. The man's eyes became more rosy as he spoke.

The Second Battalion Commander Deng Pang, the Third Battalion Commander He Zhenguo and others, as well as a bunch of company commanders crowded the room to salute Han Feng.

"The house is too small, but the yard is spacious. Come on, let's go to the yard to blow some air!"

The old brothers met again, and Han Feng, who was also deeply moved, left the regimental room surrounded by a group of old brothers...

1024 Mobilizing the Veteran Backbone

A group of people left the room of the regiment headquarters, only to find that the courtyard was already full of heads. Laughing, Han Feng simply led the crowd out of the courtyard to the rice field outside the regiment headquarters. This place is quite big. Yes, even if the whole group gathers, it will not appear crowded.

Most of them were veterans who came to see the old regiment leader Han Feng.

There are also many who crowded over to join in the fun, to see what kind of recruits from the New Third Regiment the legendary Han Crazy who was rumored to be chasing half of the Japanese brigade ran.

Xing Zhiguo said happily: "Old Han, your reputation is really big enough. When you come, all the soldiers in my regiment will come here."

Han Feng laughed and said: "Then who can be blamed? You Lao Xing is a man of love and righteousness, and the soldiers he brought out are naturally also kind and righteous. Otherwise, these soldiers heard that their old regiment leader is back. Why? You've squeezed your head and want to come and have a look?"

Xing Zhiguo laughed. I really want to talk about the relationship between Xing Zhiguo and Han Feng, Li Yunlong, Ding Wei, and Kong Jie, even though he has known Han Feng for the shortest time.

But Lao Xing can feel that Han Feng has a respect for himself, the old Red Army, between the lines. This respect makes people feel very comfortable and has a feeling of confidant.

In the spacious venue, the original meeting was like Han Feng's personal publicity meeting.

Han Feng chatted with the soldiers for a long time, and shook hands with the soldiers one by one, and he was able to call out the names of the old soldiers.

The veterans excitedly shouted to the head of the regiment and saluted, while the recruits watched with envy.

Such an old regiment leader, who had been away for more than a year, suddenly returned to the original regiment, and could still call the names of the veterans of the whole regiment. How could such a scene not move people?

It's like your elementary school teacher who hasn't been in touch with you for a long time. He suddenly met you after you got married and started a business, and he can still call out your name. Such a scene is completely conceivable, and Han Feng accurately said The veterans who called out their names were all excited.

After the meeting was finally over, and returning to the regiment headquarters, Xing Zhiguo said with emotion: "Old Han, you really left me with a problem!"

Han Feng was slightly taken aback, "What's the problem?"

Xing Zhiguo said: "Think about it, you, an old regiment leader, can remember the names and appearances of the entire regiment of soldiers in his heart. Look at how much influence you have had this time, and the hearts of the entire regiment of soldiers are towards you. At this time I guess I just stand up and give an order, and it’s not as easy as you can just say a word.”

"From now on, I want to lead our new third regiment well. Why don't I learn from you and memorize the names of all the soldiers in the regiment?"

Han Feng said seriously: "Old Xing, there is nothing wrong with this. Our soldiers kill devils to defend their homes and the country. No one knows how long they will live, and no one knows whether they will die in the next battle. We will be sacrificed in the middle of the war, we just remember the names of the soldiers, this is already a shame to them!"