Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

During the dinner, the bigwigs of the Eighth Route Army were chatting and laughing, and they were very happy from the inside out. In particular, the five major anti-Japanese bases in Jinzhong, Tainan, Jixi, Jinan, and Jinjiyu were gradually expanding, further strengthening the strength of the Eighth Route Army.

Chen Yan seemed like an outsider. He didn't say anything and just kept putting food into his mouth.

He's had enough of the hospital food lately, and his mouth is dry as hell.

The brigade commander looked at him with a complaining look on his face.

You just rely on the fact that your leader favors you. You are one level lower than me in rank, so why should I be the only one serving in the bureau?

You've eaten so much that you're almost full, but I'm just nodding and drinking.

Chen Yan looked at the brigade commander with a smile, taking a bite of the food and a sip of the wine, and almost fainted from anger from the brigade commander.

This guy must have done it on purpose!

Chen Yan was making eye contact with the brigade commander.

If you have the courage, sit down and eat!

Hey, hey, do you dare?

The commander's face flushed at this time, and he noticed Chen Yan's little movement.

"You little bastard, it's New Year's Day, why don't you show your appreciation and just come here empty-handed to eat and drink for free!"

"Chief, how can that be possible!"

Chen Yan was eating pork stewed with vermicelli and shouting:

"Monk, bring the things in."

After a while, the monk came in with five soldiers, carrying large and small bags full of various gifts.

The commander was overjoyed, "Hey, Xiao Chen is really good! He is not idle even when he is injured, how can he get so many good things.

Camel cigarettes, German liqueur, canned food, raisins, chocolate, sugar, egg powder, coffee, matches, soap...

You are rich now, you can take out boxes of things!"

"Master, you are too kind to me. No matter how much I struggle, I cannot escape the clutches of the Tathagata Buddhas at this table!

These were all sent by Chu Yunfei of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. He owes me a lot this time. I don’t even care about these little things.

Several leaders have one each, don’t forget to take it when you leave!"

The Chief of Staff said lovingly, “Hahaha, this kid is just being ungrateful after getting an advantage.

Yes, you haven’t forgotten us brothers.”

Today is the New Year's Eve party. Several big guys are no longer as serious as usual. They roll up their sleeves, bare their chests and backs, and look particularly relaxed.

If someone who doesn't know the situation saw it, they would think that some big boss was getting married. It's not easy for these brothers to get together and be in this state.

The commander patted his pocket, and Chen Yan, who was sitting next to him, immediately understood and quickly called the monk to open a can of Camel cigarettes.

After Chen Yan lit it for the commander, he distributed it to everyone one by one.

When he arrived in front of the brigade commander, Chen Yan joked: "I heard that you have quit smoking, right? Then I won't give it to you."

The brigade commander glared at him, and Chen Yan immediately nodded and put a cigarette into the brigade commander's mouth.

"I'm just joking with you, don't take it seriously!"

Everyone looked at Chen Yan with satisfaction, and the Chief of Staff praised:

"Great! Xiao Chen, don't forget the people who dug the well. If it weren't for your brigade commander's strong recommendation, you would still be the king of the mountain in Heiyun Village."

After saying this, the chief of staff glanced at the boss and said, "Is this a matter for you or for me to decide?"

The commander smiled and said nothing, then waved to the chief of staff.

"Okay, then I will announce it. Everyone knows that our Eighth Route Army has developed very well in the past two years. Based on the needs of the battlefield, the headquarters has decided to expand the army.

Now I declare."

Upon hearing this, the big guys quickly straightened their clothes and sat up straight.

At this moment, Chen Yan was also excited. He had a vague feeling that good things were coming for him. If he could reach this step, he would be on the threshold of becoming a senior military general in our army.

Which good man doesn't have a dream of joining the army? Which young Chinese man doesn't want to become a famous general, full of merits and admired by others?

At this time, Chen Yan thought of the classic TV series "The Eleven Steps" that Sha Yi had played. In peacetime, a soldier who wants to grow into a general needs to go through eleven promotions. If he is lucky, he has to wait until he is sixty years old.

Chen Yan looked at the table full of people. In the nearly one hundred years of Chinese history, it was probably only these people who could become famous and successful at the age of thirty.

However, this time no one could have imagined that there might be another person named Chen Yan!

Will I also be recorded in history and have the lovely red scarves call me "Grandpa Chen"?

Chen Yan swallowed nervously, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

The Chief of Staff saw what Chen Yan was thinking and deliberately slowed down his speech:

"I hereby announce that, based on the recommendation of the Eighth Route Army Headquarters and the approval of the Northern Bureau, it has been decided to establish the 129th Division Independent Brigade of the Eighth Route Army in the Shanxi-Hebei-Shandong-Henan Anti-Japanese Base Area.

The former head of the independent regiment, Chen Yan, will serve as the brigade commander, and the former political commissar of the independent regiment, Zhao Gang, will serve as the political commissar and director of the political department. An order has been issued to hand over the work within three days.

Hearing this, Chen Yan could hardly suppress his inner excitement and slammed the table, "Okay, I'll do it!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Xiao Chen, who asked for your opinion, hahaha..."

Chen Yan's old face turned red, but he couldn't care less about saving face now.

Chen Yan gulped down a bowl of wine and said, "Well, to thank all the leaders for their cultivation, I'll take a lap."

The commander raised his sword-like eyebrows and said, "Boy, if you hadn't told me that your injury had not healed yet, wouldn't you give face to anyone who persuaded you to drink?"

Chen Yan was stunned for a moment, but his mind worked very quickly.

"Hehe! Chief, I'm recovered now. If you give me a division commander, I can take down Ping'an County tonight."

Commander: "You kid really is a mother who only cares about whoever gives her milk!"

Chen Yan took a round and drank the large bowl of white wine in one gulp.

It was strange that Chen Yan felt that the wine became sweeter the more he drank it.

The drinking party was getting better and better, and people started to play freely in groups of three or four.

Chen Yan half-knelt beside the boss and said, "Commander, you see the independent brigade has just been established, how do we calculate the organization?"

"Hey! You're not drunk, but you still know how to trick me."

"Please give me some advice, sir."

"Type A brigade, three regiments system."

Hearing this, Chen Yan felt confident. The organization of the Eighth Route Army at that time was extremely complex, generally divided into Type A Brigade and Type B Brigade. The so-called Type A Brigade was a three-regiment system with about 7,000 to 8,000 people; the Type B Brigade was a two-regiment system with 5,000 to 6,000 people.

Only with more people and more guns can we stand firm.

Chen Yan rubbed his hands and said, "Commander, you see my situation is very difficult right now. How many men and guns do you plan to give me?"

Chen Yan never expected that the headquarters would give him a fully-staffed brigade. Now he just planned to squeeze as much as he could!

At this time, the commander deliberately interrupted, "Chief of Staff, please give me another piece of steamed meat."

Chen Yan's eyes turned and he had a bad feeling that something was wrong.

"Commander, you don't want to give me a figurehead brigade commander, do you?"

"What are you talking about, little brat? Am I such a dishonest person?"

The commander wiped his mouth and whispered:

"You still don't know how I treat you!

Well, I have made the final decision on this matter today. There are still more than 600 people in the independent regiment. They are all yours."

"Why didn't you say that earlier? Look how anxious I am...

No, wait, what did you just say?

Old man, you are really good at fooling people now! You are not afraid of biting your tongue even in a strong wind.

There are only more than 600 people left in the independent regiment, which makes me feel like there are 6000 people left.

You look quite open-minded!"

The commander slammed the table and said, "What did you call me just now, you bastard?"