Li Yunlong seemed not to listen to Zhao Gang's words, but wrote another word on the paper.
Seeing Li Yunlong write this, Zhao Gang was furious. The Eighth Route Army was so short on supplies. How dare you, Li Yunlong, scribble on the paper? "Hey, what are you writing? I saw that this is ancient Egypt." It’s like writing, or it’s a heavenly book, but it’s not Chinese characters.”
After hearing this, Li Yunlong immediately slammed the table and glared, then stood up: "I won't write anymore! What's the use of me learning it, as long as I can fight. That scholar is highly educated, but no matter how educated he is, he can beat the Japanese Did you run away?"
"The problem is that without culture, the battle is not easy to fight." Zhao Gang said earnestly.
"It's a joke. I've fought hundreds of battles, big and small. Which one was won by culture?"
"You are short-sighted. Our team cannot always be uneducated..."
"I won't study anyway. Learning a few words is more tiring than fighting." After saying this, Li Yunlong wanted to leave.
Zhao Gang saw this and quickly stopped him, "Lao Li, don't leave. I tell you, a battle is won by culture."
When Li Yunlong heard this, he immediately became interested and said, "Tell me about it."
"Remember when I came here I brought those fellow villagers with me?"
"Remember, they are all soldiers of our regiment now."
"Do you know the battle to rescue them?" Zhao Gang asked.
"I asked the monk about this, but he was stupid and talked about it as if it were a fairy tale. In the end, I was too lazy to listen."
"If you don't understand the mystery, then this battle is really almost like a fairy tale."
"Then tell me, so that I, Old Li, can gain some insights." Li Yunlong sat down again, intending to listen to Zhao Gang recount the battle process.
The battle at Liudaogou was different from Monk Wei becoming a monk halfway, Zhao Gang was involved from beginning to end.
Moreover, Xu San also briefly told him about Kamijou Touma's weakness at that time.
Although Zhao Gang didn't react at the time, after such a long time, Zhao Gang still figured out something.
Not only was he a student of Kangda University, he was also a student of Yan University. Although he had never studied psychology, he had heard about it. After combining his experience, he finally deduced the principles.
I organized my thoughts, eliminated the useless ones, and explained the useful ones in detail.
After listening to this, Li Yunlong slammed the table and said, "Okay, this person is a real person! I admire him because he dared to stop a Japanese convoy with only one monk. If there is a chance for such a person, I, Old Li, must meet him."
"We have to wait for the opportunity. After all, his status is special." Zhao Gang reminded.
"Of course I know this."
"You know the benefits of being educated this time, right? He dared to stop the Japanese convoy because he is proficient in Japanese and psychology."
After listening to a wonderful battle, Li Yunlong was in a good mood, but he still didn't want to write, so he said to Zhao Gang with a playful smile: "Let's go see the training of the soldiers first, and then I will come back to study, okay? My political commissar Zhao .”
Zhao Gang looked at Li Yunlong and sighed softly, "Okay, you are the leader, and you have the final say on the battle. But after seeing it, you must come back and continue learning."
The Independent Regiment does not have a school ground, so it trains wherever there is open space. If there is no open space, it can be trained anywhere. Therefore, the training areas of the Independent Regiment are very scattered, which can be small woods, wasteland, or grain drying fields.
First, I found Zhang Dabiao outside the village and asked about the training status. Unexpectedly, this kid actually wanted protective gear.
Li Yunlong was very unhappy, so he started to curse again, "You need protective gear? Damn it, if labor and management were rich, everyone would be equipped with a submachine gun, and all the fucking little devils would be in trouble."
"Captain, what do you mean?" Zhang Dabiao asked.
"If you want to practice assassination, you must practice according to actual combat. Don't be afraid of getting injured. It is better to get injured during training than to be beaten to death by the Japanese on the battlefield. Go ahead and practice hard. If you feel that it is boring to practice by yourself, go to the Second Battalion to practice."
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Then Zhang Dabiao took his first battalion to look for the bad luck of the second battalion. Because his soldiers suffered some losses during the confrontation training with them the day before yesterday, he wanted to find the place today.
And this time I was ordered to find a venue.
Looking at the roaring First Battalion, Li Yunlong still missed the New Battalion a little, at least he didn't have to worry so much about training.
He looked back at Zhao Gang and said, "Commissar, let's go and watch the first and second battalions sparring?"
Less than a mile out of the village is the training ground of the Second Battalion. At the moment, they are practicing assassination in pairs. When they see the Second Battalion rushing past with howls, they know that these guys are here to regain their place. of.
Without orders from the battalion commander, the soldiers formed their own formation and rushed over.
The second battalion had many veterans and responded quickly. The most critical formation was not in chaos, so it had the upper hand the moment the two battalions came into contact.
However, this advantage did not last long and was leveled by the First Battalion.
There are many recruits in a battalion, and newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. The key battalion commander also said that training is like actual combat, and it should be like going on the battlefield.
In this way, there will be more evil hands, and more evil hands will even out the gap caused by combat experience.
"Come on, come on, soldiers of the second battalion, come on!" A clear female voice appeared on the training ground.
Most of the people in the barracks were men. The sudden appearance of a female voice distracted the soldiers of the first battalion and tried to find the source of the voice.
But in such a moment of distraction, the Second Battalion found an opportunity and suppressed the First Battalion's momentum again.
Zhang Dabiao, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw this situation and immediately gave up. He said to the second battalion commander next to him: "Old Shen, this is wrong. Why did you ask for foreign aid when you can't beat us?"
"Who invited foreign aid? Teacher Ji didn't come on the field! She just cheered us on from the sidelines. Who else can't beat us? Now it's clear that our battalion has the upper hand." Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan said unhurriedly, There was a bright smile on his face, because the second battalion had the upper hand on the battlefield now.
Seeing Shen Quan's smug smile, Zhang Dabiao cursed: "Fart, support from outside the field is not considered foreign aid?"
At this time, the situation on the field changed. Because they were frequently cheated on, the second battalion was also angered and followed suit.
As a result, the two camps went back and forth, wooden guns flew up and down, and screams and shouts of killing continued to be heard.
Due to the fierce fighting, the two battalion commanders felt itchy and wanted to play, but at this moment, a man and a man ran over in their direction.
Soon the girl ran to the two battalion commanders and stopped. Then she held her knees with both hands and breathed heavily. After her breathing was relieved, she gave a military salute to the two battalion commanders and said, "Comrade 1st Battalion Commander Hello, hello, Comrade Second Battalion Commander!"
The two battalion commanders responded at the same time, "Hello, Teacher Ji Wushuang."
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