"Then what's your name? How old are you?"
The officer in front of him did not seem to be unkind, and his amiable appearance made the soldier feel more relaxed, so he whispered: "I...my name is Ding Xiaoer, and I just turned 16 this year."
"Only 16 years old. Fan La, how old were you when you joined the army?" Liao Mingyu turned to ask Meng Fan La.
"I was 19 at the time, not much older than them." Meng Fanglia explained.
"Well... okay. Meng Fan, you are fired, right? Ding Xiaoer. From today on, you will be my messenger. You must be on call and make sure you are within three meters of listening every time. do you understand?"
Liao Mingyu said seriously, handing over his old business directly in front of Meng Fanle.
"I'm not a member of the group. Why should I be fired if I'm so good? Besides, can this kid do it?"
Meng Fan was not happy. Although the title of "Herald Soldier" was not pleasant, he was still a close minister around the regiment. He had done a good job and could be fired at any cost.
"Is it because the chief of staff is unhappy, or is it the commander of the second battalion? Well, if you love being a messenger so much, then resign from your posts as chief of staff and acting battalion commander, and just be content with me being a messenger for the rest of your life."
Liao Mingyu was speechless. Aren't you happy that I asked you to lighten your burden?
This time, Meng Fanglia was frightened.
"Excuse me, regimental commander, you have a far-sighted vision, and your subordinates' admiration for you is like the roaring water of the angry river. It's just right for this boy, so I won't get involved. I'll say goodbye..."
Meng Fan almost jumped up, joking, the young master had managed to get into the position of lieutenant colonel chief of staff, how could he ruin his bright future for a mere messenger.
He turned around and threatened the little guy Ding Xiaoer:
"Let me tell you, kid, you need to have some sense of sight to be the messenger of the regiment. Do you know what sense of sight is? I tell you, you have to have something in your eyes and a job in your hands. Don't look stupid. If the military situation is delayed, you will be the first to be shot!"
Ding Xiaoer looked at Meng Fan in fear, shaking his head like a rattle. What is this, why are you talking about being shot?
"Bangchui! You have become a messenger, and you will work next to the regiment leader from now on, and you still don't know what is good for you?"
Meng Fan's brain suddenly hit Ding Xiaoer's forehead, causing the boy to scream "ouch" in pain.
Only then did Ding Xiaoer react in a daze. He covered his head and nodded timidly. Hearing from the officer, it seemed that he had been promoted, right?
"Okay, I'll leave these child soldiers to you first. I don't care about anything else. Just take them and don't cause any problems. I will have my own plan later."
Liao Mingyu ordered him. In fact, it should be the best choice for Meng Fanglia to lead these child soldiers.
Meng Fangli nodded and took Ding Xiaoer's arm: "Let's go, boy, and you little bastards. Follow me, I'll teach you what the rules are."
This guy talks a lot and is good at talking. Every time he speaks out of his mouth, it sounds like he is talking about storytelling. These unexperienced children like to listen to such interesting things. It's estimated that it won't take long before he will tidy up these child soldiers.
"Brother Liao, your group has just arrived with so many things. You have to be busy for a while. It's not too late now, so I won't disturb you anymore. The troops and I will go first."
Zhao Gongming smiled and said goodbye to Liao Mingyu. The matter was almost settled and there was no point in staying any longer.
"Okay, Captain Zhao, walk slowly. When you come to Chanda next time, Liao will treat you to a drink."
"Haha, okay, okay, let's have a drink next time. Oh, by the way, these Diamond T 968 trucks are left for you to use as artillery tractors. These big guys made in the United States are more powerful than mine. A four-wheel truck is too powerful..."
After Zhao Gongming finished speaking, he called the front team to the rear team, and nineteen trucks left Zenda in a mighty manner.
"Long Wenwen, take them to stay at the Zhendong camp. The others will follow me back to the base."
After speaking, Liao Mingyu went straight to the military jeep.
In fact, he has already set his sights on these two jeeps, so this is the right thing to do. After all, he is the leader of a reinforcement group. How can he do it without a car?
He opened the door and got into the driver's seat with the key still on it. Tried the clutch and gear lever. Yes, they are all neat. The car should be brand new.
"Weng" sound. Liao Mingyu drove the car, and the roar of the engine startled the soldiers around him.
He shouted to Meng Fanglia: "Chief of Staff Meng, do you want me to give you a ride?"
"Oh, the tour leader can also drive. Forget it, you can be my driver. How fun is that?"
He said no, but his body was very honest. He quickly ran to the passenger seat and sat on the passenger seat, smiling at Liao Mingyu.
Dong Dao sat silently in the back row. This man who didn't talk much now basically went wherever Liao Mingyu went. He already has the attitude of a personal guard.
Ding Xiaoer was also dragged into the car together. This kid was so confused that he didn't know why... why did he drag me into the car again?
Liao Mingyu rolled his eyes at Meng Fan speechlessly, put the gear into gear, and drove towards the station.
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The next day, Liao Mingyu arranged for all members of Long Wenwen's first battalion to change their uniforms and follow the organization and weapons rations on the plan at the time. Completed the reorganization of the 1st Battalion.
The first battalion is basically the old people of the Sichuan Army, and the junior officers are the backbone of the group who first ate pork stewed vermicelli and the old brothers who flew out from Zenda together. Combat effectiveness can be maximized.
Several hundred of them were broken troops who were added later. Although the military appearance was not very good at first. But I have to say that they are all veterans who have experienced many battles, and their combat effectiveness is not bad.
Unfortunately, the soldiers did not perform very well with the new weapons.
Rifles and submachine guns are okay. For the M1 Garand, you only need to pay attention to tapping the magazine to tighten it when loading bullets. Also, be careful about the problem that the automatic rebounding bolt can easily jam your fingers. Nothing else.
The M2 heavy machine gun is a bit difficult, mainly due to the cooperation of several people in the machine gun team, and the proficiency in operating this weapon. This machine gun is no better than the Maxim. Things like changing the barrel, cleaning the bolt, and placing the tripod are all different... Teaching is second. The main thing is to practice more.
No, the bearded Cui Yong, the "heavy machine gun master", is frowning and studying this weapon. Holding the tools in his hand, he was taking things apart and looking here and there. He has a crazy obsession with machine guns and a unique obsessive-compulsive disorder. You have to understand the general principle before you give up.
The most difficult thing is the mortar. 60 forced down the company, the requirements for soldiers are a bit high, because the artillery is too scarce.
Krupp's side originally did not have enough artillery. Now each company has four 60mm mortars, and the entire battalion also has a direct artillery company. The gap in the number of artillery is too big. It is really embarrassing to have artillery but not use it.
No way, just practice. Veterans lead new recruits, this is the only way.
In the next few days, everyone was so busy that they couldn't even touch the ground. Liao Mingyu arranged for Long Wenwen to conduct intensive training for the first battalion. The training requirements were physical fitness and weapon use.
Today's weapon configuration is much higher than before. If you can't perfect the coordination and use of various weapons, it will really be in vain.
There is also the physical training of soldiers. Anyway, now that Liao Mingyu is rich, he has three meals a day and at least one meal a day.
As the sharp sword of the whole regiment, the first battalion has the best weapons and equipment, and must ensure the strongest combat effectiveness, so it puts more effort into physical training.
A 5-kilometer run in the morning, followed by a 10-kilometer round-trip armed cross-country hike after breakfast. In the afternoon, tactical cooperation training between companies will be conducted. In the evening, come another 10 kilometers of armed cross-country. Anyway, there are a lot of woods and mountains outside Zenda, which is enough for them to deal with. In the evening, I will do military posture training for half an hour.
This set of torture made these grandsons scream repeatedly. If Liao Mingyu hadn't taken the lead and went through all the training with the soldiers, these guys would have given up long ago.
A period of high-intensity training also made them as tired as dogs, and they were basically paralyzed when they returned to the camp every day. They kept thinking in their minds... This is not training at all, it is simply such ruthless torture, and the Lord of Hell is not so cruel.
The situation of the second battalion is somewhat different, due to the shortage of new weapons. In addition to the same staffing as the first battalion, the weapon configuration is still mainly medium and formal rifles, with Czech and Maxim, supplemented by a small number of submachine guns.
The wounded began to recover one after another, and some of the recovered soldiers were selected with outstanding abilities and assigned to the Second Battalion as grassroots officers. Their training was slightly lighter than that of the first battalion, but it also made these grandchildren miserable.
Although the training is hard, everyone can clearly feel the changes in themselves. Every day is extremely fulfilling, and the cohesion of the team is getting stronger and stronger.
The head of the group kept his word, and he had meat every day, white flour, steamed buns, and rice. From time to time, he could also stew chicken, duck, and fish for a tooth festival. We are given the best weapons and equipment, and we will be able to get paid again in the middle of the month. What else is there to be dissatisfied with in a day like this?
