At this point, Zhou Wen reminded again: "This matter cannot be determined soon. You just need to know it in your mind. Don't reveal it to others for the time being. Let everyone go home to visit relatives in peace."
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Early in the morning on December 29, 1931, a truck dragged a plume of green smoke to the gate of Beicheng, Jiaocheng County, 70 kilometers away from Taiyuan. At this time, a group of people who were preparing to enter the city watched curiously. A truck full of soldiers in strange attire.
The reason why they are called strangely dressed is actually because they all wear fur hats on their heads. Some well-informed people look like the dog-skin hats popular in the Northeast, with a brim.
At this time, I saw several soldiers saying hello and farewell to other people in the car, and then quickly jumped out of the car in front of everyone's eyes. They stamped their feet vigorously and flexed their bodies. It seemed that they had been in the car for a long time.
The high-waisted leather military boots on his feet made a clear "click-click" sound when he stepped on the frozen hard ground. He could tell that there were iron nails on the soles of his feet. Several people turned around and took the large military backpack handed over by the people in the car. After waving goodbye to the truck again, amidst a series of goodbyes and laughter, the truck started again and went directly around the city, disappearing in a flash. Traces.
At this time, the common people at the gate of the city realized that these soldiers were not very old, and their rosy faces exuded a youthful and lively atmosphere. They were all dressed in the same way, with their armed belts and style buckles tightly tied, strong and good-looking. Her leggings went all the way down to her knees. Although she was wearing winter clothes, she didn't look bulky at all. Instead, she exuded a capable, neat, and mighty temperament.
Everyone saw that these junior soldiers all had a holstered shell gun on their waists. The handle of the shell gun exposed outside the holster shone slightly with a cold light. I was surprised in my heart: "Are these young men all officers at such a young age? Look at their military boots and uniforms. I've never seen them before. Could they be the guards around the commander?"
I saw a few young soldiers saying hello to each other and saying goodbye. Their accents sounded like they were all Jiaocheng locals.
There were a total of four soldiers who got off the car. Three of them stood at attention and saluted the youngest soldier before leaving, and then strode into the city gate.
Only the young soldier, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old and slightly thin, packed his backpack and was about to turn around and leave. It seemed that he did not intend to enter the city.
At this moment, a slightly older voice stopped him, "Is this Xinhe? Oops, I almost didn't recognize you." An old man driving a bullock cart jumped out of the car and shouted while trotting Then he came to the young soldier.
This young soldier is Zhang Xinhe, the communications platoon leader of the Second Division of the Mercenary Regiment.
It should be said that Zhang Xinhe is also an eye-catcher for Zhou Wenhui. Based on his previous training in the Jin army's new military camp, it would have been impossible for him to be selected to join the guard. Zhou Wen liked him because of his age and his ability to read and write.
Among all the recruits of the Jin Army at that time, Zhang Xinhe was the youngest. He was only sixteen years old when he took the initiative to join the army to participate in the training of Jin Army recruits. The fact that a young boy who was only sixteen years old, from a poor family and physically weak could survive the harsh environment of the Jin army's recruit training without being kicked out on the spot shows that this young man had strong willpower.
Of course, reading and literacy are also important to Zhou Wen, not to mention that Zhang Xinhe is one of the very few people who was commented by the original instructor in the recruit file. The instructor's comment is also very simple, that is, he is smart, studious, and has great comprehension, but unfortunately he is too physically fit. Weak, otherwise he would be a good candidate for an officer.
But what Zhou Wen cares about has little to do with physical strength. After joining the mercenary group, are he afraid that he won't be able to train well? Deficiencies will be made up for later. Aren't you nutritionally deficient? The mercenary regiment eats meat every day, eats plenty of rice and white flour, and provides reasonable training. As long as you can endure hardships and have perseverance, are you afraid that a sixteen-year-old boy won't be able to train?
What's more, there are so many arms in the mercenary group. If the combat unit is not suitable for you, there is always a department that is suitable for you. Can't you write and calculate? If you can't go to the logistics team, Uncle Wu will be a helper, right?
So over the past year, Zhang Xinhe has not only grown a lot in height, but although he still looks thin in appearance, he has developed tendons all over his body, and his strength and skills are completely different from a year ago. Wait for anyone to think. It's hard to get close.
The training was beyond Zhou Wen's expectations. After getting fit, Zhang Xinhe's advantage of strong comprehension ability was fully utilized. From the beginning, his role as a dragster gradually transformed into a pacesetter in various basic trainings. When it came time to divide the arms, The infantry company, artillery company and machine gun company were all vying for him, and even Zhou Wen hesitated. In the end, it was Zhou Yongbin who made the final decision. He accepted the apprentice and then sent him to the communications platoon.
At this time, Zhang Xinhe turned his head and looked with surprise on his face. He shouted loudly: "Uncle Eighth, it's you." After speaking, he hurried up and helped the old man.
It turns out that the person Zhang Xinhe calls Uncle Eighth is from the same village as him. The village where Zhang Xinhe and the others are in is called Liuhe Village, which is located on the Wenshui River not far from Jiaocheng. Basically, the entire village has the surname Zhang. This Uncle Eighth It can be said that he is a distant relative of Zhang Xinhe's family. After Zhang Xinhe's family was ruined, he helped his family a lot, and he was one of the few enthusiastic people in the village.
I saw Uncle Eight holding Zhang Xinhe's hand and looking him up and down, smiling so much that wrinkles appeared on his face, and he kept saying: "Good, good baby. Uncle can see that he is strong and grown up." , also made a career."
Zhang Xinhe quickly said hello to his eighth uncle, and then asked about his mother's situation.
Uncle Eight took Zhang Xinhe's hand and walked towards his oxcart, saying: "How is your mother? Now your old house has been renovated. That Fuyuan trading company is Renyi, their branch in Jiaocheng." There are guys lining up every now and then to bring money and food to your house, and they also hired people to repair the house, so you really have found a good commander."
Zhang Xinhe was puzzled. He knew that he asked Fuyuan Company to send money home. This was why Zhou Wen considered that it was not easy to send money in this era. There were no credit unions in the countryside, let alone banks. The only way to send money was to go out. The fees are entrusted to large banks or large companies with branches in various places. It just so happens that Fuyuan Company has opened branches in major counties in Shanxi. It is appropriate to let them do this, of course, free of charge. Not only is there no charge, but they are also required to come to the door at any time to ask questions and lend a helping hand if there is any difficulty.
"The guys in the village have said that you children are their young master's soldiers. According to their young master's instructions, your family members are called military dependents. They will receive money and food subsidies during the holidays, as well as any difficulties in peacetime. , you can go to Fuyuan Company. If anyone dares to bully military families, Fuyuan Company will help you come forward."
After Zhang Xinhe learned this from his eighth uncle, he felt a warm current welling up in his heart, and his whole body felt warm. At this time, Zhang Xinhe felt as if there was something stuck in his chest. He was speechless for a long time, but the corners of his eyes were moist. stand up……
