Regarding the matter of helping his old subordinates, Hu Jiaji did not say that he was whole-hearted, but at least he had reached the standard of trying his best. Half of the 600 people he selected were from the elite troops, and the rest were selected from the best. Selected.
"Zhang Yulin, you kid, you owe me a lot of favors. I will definitely kick your ass when you turn around. Even if you become a division commander, I, an old officer, still have face." Hu Jiaji murmured to himself , watching his men slowly busy.
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On the other side, Zhang Tianhai finally set off back to Changsha.
Compared to the rush when he came, it was much slower when he returned. Zhang Tianhai rode his horse slowly, with the word "Chuan" wrinkled deep in his eyebrows.
"Damn it!" Zhang Tianhai thought for a while and then cursed, "Where is the problem? Did I find the wrong customer group?"
Xu Xun, who was following him, probably couldn't understand what Zhang Tianhai was cursing, but he could feel that the commander was unhappy, so he asked cautiously: "Commander in chief, what is going on with us now?"
"Hey, I thought these gentry and wealthy people around Changsha would have some savings, but I didn't expect that they are even poorer than me, the commander-in-chief. They are so unpopular..." Zhang Tianhai sighed.
After hearing Zhang Tianhai's sigh, Xu Xun finally couldn't help but speak out. He said: "Commander-in-Chief, the war is in chaos now. They must prepare more food. Besides, when they rewarded the army before , but they donated a lot of food..."
Zhang Tianhai's eyes were fixed. He thought for a moment and said: "Xiao Xu, what you said makes sense. But our business really hits the heads of the poor. This is inappropriate... In this fleeting situation, the landlords There is no food left at home..."
"What does the commander-in-chief mean, that we should direct our business to the rich? But the city of Changsha is full of dangers, and the Japanese invaders are just ahead. The rich people in Changsha City are walking and running to the rear. To put it in perspective, the only people in Changsha who can make money in Changsha, apart from soldiers, are the only dignitaries in the political world, right?" Xu Xunsi analyzed in a slow and logical manner.
As the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
When Zhang Tianhai heard Xu Xun's analysis, his eyes lit up: By the way, why didn't he think of these people?
"Although the local army is poor, it is only because of equipment, not money." The light in Zhang Tianhai's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if these local armies were really taken advantage of.
Hey, don't mention it. The more Zhang Tianhai thought about it, the more he felt that this plan was feasible - why? Because I heard that the Sichuan Army Yang Sen's headquarters was planning to move south to Changsha, and it was estimated that they would arrive in Changsha soon.
As a veteran of the Sichuan Army and commander-in-chief of the 27th Group Army, Yang Sen never imagined that one day he would become part of the Central Army's plot.
Yes, it's just a calculation, not a conspiracy, let alone a conspiracy.
Regarding the transfer of the Sichuan Army, Zhang Tianhai only heard a piece of information. He didn't know whether there was such a thing. This was not something he should consider - all he could do was wait for the opportunity. .
No one knows what Zhang Tianhai wants money for so urgently. Only he knows that if he wants to strengthen his army, he must keep up with the food. As long as the quality of food keeps up, his troops will not eat in the next battle. So much loss.
Supplies are dead, but people are alive. As long as the army continues to win battles, his weapons and equipment will come back sooner or later. These little devils are no joke. Zhang Tianhai must lay a solid foundation for the future of the army.
Yang Sen is just one of the client targets. Zhang Tianhai’s target is not only money, but also money...
Zhang Tianhai made a lot of calculations in his mind. It seemed that the troops in the ninth theater were mainly composed of the Central Army. Apart from Yang Sen's 27th Group Army, there was only Wang Lingji's 30th Group Army. Both armies were Sichuan troops, with Yang Sen's 27th Army mainly in southern Hubei, and Wang Lingji's 30th Army in Xiu Shui in western Jiangxi.
Of course, the Zhang Fakui Group Army, which was born in the Guangdong Army, mainly fights in Jiangxi, so Zhang Tianhai naturally did not include them in his sight.
After thinking about it, Zhang Tianhai felt that he was just like a prodigal with two pieces of gold in his hand but no way to spend it - if he wanted to sell it at a high price, there would be no sellers; if he wanted to sell it at a low price, that would be a waste of weapons.
To put it bluntly, these weapons and equipment were obtained through hard work on the anti-Japanese battlefield, and they cannot be misused casually...
"Commander, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Zhang Tianhai muttering to himself, Xu Xun finally couldn't help but ask.
"What are you thinking about? I'm wondering if our equipment can be sold to the local army. If I sell it to the central army, those guys will have to skin me alive? I'll go back and complain to the commander's office. Our weapons will have to be sold to the local army." It's all in vain. I don't want to be Yang Bailao..." Zhang Tianhai said worriedly.
"Who is Yang Bailao?" Xu Xun couldn't hold it back because he was really curious...
"It doesn't matter who Yang Bailao is, he's not your father anyway..." Zhang Tianhai replied in a nonchalant manner, which made people speechless and choked.
"Oh..." Xu Xun hit a soft spot and simply didn't ask. He didn't have a hobby of being mean...
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Just when Zhang Tianhai was very troubled, Li Yinglun had already sat down with Zhou Fangjie at the Changsha base camp not far away.
The specific location is the Office of the Chief of General Staff of the Force General Headquarters.
"Brother Ying Lun, the approval from above has come down. It agrees to transfer a group of veterans to our guard force. I want to hear your opinion on how to organize this group of veterans." Zhou Fangjie said very sincerely.
As the main military officer fully responsible for the construction of the Demonstration Strengthening Battalion, Zhou Fangjie attached great importance to the progress of this work, especially since Zhang Tianhai also privately analyzed with him that the Japanese army's attack on Changsha would not last long, and it would only take three months at most. Therefore, they must form a strong combat effectiveness within two months, or even completely restore their previous combat effectiveness.
Of course, it is almost impossible to completely restore the combat effectiveness before the war, so Zhou Fangjie set his sights on quickly forming a stronger combat effectiveness. This is why he came to Li Yinglun.
As the chief of general staff of the army, Li Yinglun has a very important function in the staff department under his direct jurisdiction, so Zhou Fangjie cannot bypass him.
"What do you mean, deputy officer?" Li Yinglun put his hands on the desk and looked at Zhou Fangjie with interest with a pair of intelligent eyes.
"I think most of these veterans should be organized into demonstration reinforcement camps, and the original combat organization should be disrupted within the demonstration reinforcement camps, and combatants should even be replaced while retaining the original military chiefs." Zhou Fangjie suggested.
"Adjutant, in my humble opinion, I think the squad leader can be replaced, but the platoon leader cannot and must be retained. The idea of mixed formation is a good one. After all, these three battalions of our army have all demonstrated their prestige as soldiers on the front line. , have military spirit and morale, each battalion can be organized into a hundred people. Other personnel should be incorporated into other units of each regiment in proportion to a certain extent to serve as squad leaders or deputy squad leaders. What do you think?" Li Yinglun gently helped him. Adjust your glasses.
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PS: Update is here, it’s stuck. I just wrote this in one night.
