Speaking of Li Chun and the others, Chang Desheng smiled.

"The Japanese tried to eliminate the National Rescue Army in one fell swoop. They were foolish. Both teams on the Northern Line broke through, with more than half of their losses. They have joined Zhang Haotu and Zhao Sichuan. Now Zhang Haotu and Su Mian are fully responsible for the Anti-Japanese National Rescue Army. According to your opinion, they will not fight a big battle and beware of the Japanese revenge. When the 11th mixed brigade evacuated, they will lurk back to the mountainous area of ​​the Great Wall again, train the troops quickly, mobilize the masses, and wait for the full outbreak of the War of Resistance."

Zhou Xiaoshan's mind showed Li Chun's image of being honest outside but actually having gullies in his chest.

I hope they can survive this cruel war.

"General Sun is gone, we will help him carry the banner of anti-Japanese and national salvation. China needs a unified anti-Japanese front, integrating all warlords and all armed forces to fight with the selfless Japanese army."

Chang Desheng was also very depressed and breathed a sigh of relief. The situation in China, the warlords fighting each other, the Red Army's Long March, internal friction was too serious, and the Japanese army was so strong that for such an opponent, we must gather national strength.

"Mr. Chang, am I useless? I plan a carefully, and in the end it will be the result."

"How to say it? Your division commander and the commander are very sensible. They press you in this position. Let me tell you that the regiment commander is a position that needs precipitation and is also very trained. The reinforcement battalion you are in charge now is composed of the soldiers and kings. Cooperating with some other armed forces is equivalent to a regiment. Not only these soldiers need experience and training, but you are the same. Occupying Chengde, we have washed away the shame of the Chinese army, and I am very optimistic about you."

"I think my command ability is average and my on-site response is too poor."

This time when Chengde came out, he had to admit that his command was not a little worse than Changde, who had a very experience.

Many times, people are actively checking for omissions and filling in the gaps.

Especially in that encounter, he felt that his soldiers were like wild horses that had run away from reins. Except for the habitual cooperation between three and three, it was also remarkable, and the rest was chaotic.

"Your name is ordinary? When I was at your age, I didn't even know what command was."

Chang Desheng glanced at Zheng Chunhua, who was attracted by the singing of the soldiers at the entrance of the village, with a little disgusting look on his face.

Zhou Xiaoshan suddenly burst into laughter.

This guy is too straightforward. After all, it was the Sixty-sixth Division brought him to by the village flower.

Chang Desheng raised a finger to his mouth, and Zhou Xiaoshan looked at him gratefully.

People are using Zheng Chunhua to encourage themselves.

"Xiaoshan, I tell you that you are disobeying your order and hiding Chengde from your commander, this battle is different from our Red Army fighting the enemy. Even if there are a few serious casualties, you cannot accept it. If I fight this kind of battle, you will be different. You are not timid in the Japanese, you are afraid that you can't explain it when you go home. Don't be afraid of your hands and feet, don't lose your confidence. Only when you become confident will you be like you."

Zhou Xiaoshan suddenly woke up. He still regretted his hesitation under Chengde City, and was also angry about his rapid evacuation of Chengde. Did he be timid when facing the Japanese army?

I don't know that I'm in the game!

"I understand, thank you Mr. Chang. By the way, Mr. Chang, are there any military books recommended?"

Zhou Xiaoshan discovered that his experience as a conscript in peacetime could not make up for his command defects.

And the tactics of this era are different.

"I'm still going to ask you for a book, but you actually came to me!"

Changde's seven orifices of Qi are smoked.

"In Chengde, you moved dozens of sets of Japanese infantry training scripts at the headquarters, including the Japanese Army Non-commissioned Officer School, the Japanese Army University, and the Japanese Rear Service Office. Wang Zhaokai helped you collect two or three sets of them, all in seven or eight empty boxes. You were like a treasure at that time. Those who got on the bus with those national treasures should now be on the ship."

There is also such a thing, Zhou Xiaoshan couldn't laugh or cry.

"I just asked Wang Zhaokai to collect books, physics, chemical engineering, medicine, economy, geography, and military. I don't know if there are infantry training scripts and Japanese military academy textbooks."

"I was just curious and asked Wang Zhaokai what you think of as a treasure, and I only knew that you also have the traitor you killed, and also translated some Japanese infantry training scripts. Don't you know?"

"I'm embarrassed. I don't understand Japanese. I just asked Wang Zhaokai to sort it out for me, and did not ask for details further."

"Remember, if there are extras, I will give me a set of original versions, and I will also want the translation you organized."

Looking at Zhou Xiaoshan covering his face, Chang Desheng was speechless.

"In the Battle of Chengde, the spy battalion was unsheathed and the Japanese army lost their helmets and armor. It was already very outstanding. Besides, we seized so much money, so many supplies, and bring so many brothers back. Don't be too demanding on ourselves."

Zhou Xiaoshan nodded violently, and Chang Desheng held Zhou Xiaoshan's shoulder with a hand.

"How about half of Liao Shisan, who you brought back from Chengde?"

Zhou Xiaoshan, who was still a little grateful, was happy. Chang Desheng was the best at seizing the opportunity to ask for things. If the things could be returned, it would be great!

"Good vision, that gun is good, the dust cover design imitated by the 38th style, no worse than the official, the 7.9 caliber Red Army weapons are all the same. I have the vision and will be transported to Yongzhou safely. I will leave some for the division seats to play, and everything else belongs to you. The Sichuan Army is not suitable for the gun. I also asked Chen Jingfang to go to the market to buy some 38 styles, crooked necks, and grenade launchers. If I don't get it to Yongzhou, I dare not take it out to introduce it to other soldiers."

"I like to hear this, I'm sure I'll say it, where's the grenade launcher?"

As he became more and more frustrated, Zhou Xiaoshan looked at Chang Desheng in amazement, and the guy smiled sinisterly.

"I didn't count the total number. I seized a batch of Japanese convoys, and another batch of them were seized by Chengde. Later, there were also encounters, and the number was not very large. I'll give it to you at that time. You will also bring it to the battlefield to fight the Japanese in the future. It's not a bad thing to be familiar with this kind of equipment early. I'll give you a crooked hand, do you want a pheasant neck?"

"If you want it, why don't you? I want it even if you give me the 92 infantry cannon. Unfortunately, the 92 Type is far worse than Maxim, and the ammunition cannot be replenished."

No matter what you think of, I never thought I would encounter the Japanese Type 92 infantry cannon, and I will definitely not give it to you.

Zheng Chunhua is a fan of listening to music.

Still singing with the soldiers, he suddenly turned his head and asked Zhou Xiaoshan.

"Xiaoshan, are these songs composed by our teacher? Why haven't you heard them?"

"Hey, not necessarily. Send the lyrics to our teacher to ask who made it."

"Okay."

The secret service battalion brought telegraphers, and the artillery soldiers were well protected and they were singing with the soldiers in the village.

Yongzhou City, the Sixty-sixth Division, received a strange telegram.

Feng Ping took the telegram and entered Feng Tiankui's office.

"Commander, Deputy Battalion Commander Zheng from the Special Services Camp, sent a telegram, which is the lyrics of four songs. Please tell me who made the song."

Feng Tiankui looked like a doggy expression.

Don't believe in your ears.

Isn't it nonsense to have such a telegram?

I finally pretended to be a big word and didn't know anyone, but Zhou Xiaoshan was a bastard and insisted on turning himself into a composer.

"I have to say it to Zhou Xiaoshan a few times. It's Fan Shaozeng, Fan Shaozeng, I just learned from Fan Shaozeng."

"But these lyrics are well written, one of which is adapted from Mr. Liang Qichao's Young China theory."

"That's right, it must have been done by Fan Shaozeng."
Chapter completed!