Pickets are very difficult and annoying.

Some low-quality pickets have little power and forget who they are. They not only make trouble for the officers but even dare to beat them.

Wang Xiaohong was worried that the company commander and instructor would suffer a loss, so he hurried to the battalion headquarters to report as soon as he returned to the temporary camp.

The battalion commander was startled and hurriedly called the regiment to report.

We had to leave after dawn, and there was too much preparation work to do. The regimental commander couldn't get away, so the political commissar and the chief of the military affairs section hurried over.

The political commissar asked about the situation and was about to go to the picket to intercede. Guan Zhenghao and Yang Zhenhai came back, and the Linghai Reserve Battalion who had stolen the military flag arranged for them to be sent back by car.

When Guan Zhenghao saw that the political commissar, battalion commander and instructor had been disturbed at night, he quickly reviewed his situation and took all the responsibilities, stressing again and again that it had nothing to do with the instructor and others.

The military flag has been snatched away, I must get it back!

If the military flag is snatched and the troops remain indifferent, will the troops still have cohesion and combat effectiveness?

The pickets did not hold Guan Zhenghao and Yang Zhenhai accountable, and Political Commissar Mu Mu would not hold them accountable. Instead, they asked why the Linghai Reserve Battalion wanted to seize the military flag.

Guan Zhenghao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly reported the whole story.

"The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. It turned out to be a misunderstanding."

"Political Commissar, you mean..."

"What do you want to say?"

Political Commissar Mu did not expect such a coincidence. He lit up a cigarette and took a few puffs, then said in deep thought: "It seems that you only know how to study company history and not study regimental history properly, otherwise you wouldn't have such a big misunderstanding.

It even alerted the three armed forces pickets.”

The battalion commander didn't know much about this and asked in a low voice: "Political Commissar, that reserve unit really has something to do with us? Their predecessor was also the Red Sharp Knife Company like ours?"

"People are not talking nonsense. When the division was reorganized, only a small number of young cadres were left in the division. Some cadres were arranged to transfer to other jobs, and most of the soldiers were arranged to retire. The main leaders such as the regimental commander and political commissar were not transferred to other jobs, and the command structures at the regiment and battalion levels were not transferred.

It was moved, and the organizational structure was restructured under the Jiangnan Provincial Military Region. It is said that the Jiangnan Provincial Military Region established a reserve division based on the original organization."

"What about the honorary title of the Red Knife Company?"

"Yes, political commissar, are we the Red Knife Company, or are they the Red Knife Company?"

An army that cherishes honor is a good army.

Political Commissar Mu could understand the mood of his subordinates. He flicked the ashes and explained: "The honor inheritance of our army is the 'honorary title' rather than the serial number. In other words, the serial number can be changed, but the honorary title cannot be changed.

In order to adapt to the new battlefield environment, we had to disarm at the request of our superiors. Due to the haste, we did not have time to sort out and classify the historical honor resources, let alone coordinate and arrange which unit would inherit and carry them forward.

In this case, the general rule is that "the honorary troops leave with others", that is, some officers and soldiers of the honorary troops are left as "seeds" or are diverted to which unit they stay in or are diverted to which new unit, and which unit inherits them.

If we just talk about the number of officers and soldiers, there are more old regimental commanders and old political commissars than we do. But when it comes to inheritance and it is more conducive to national defense construction, the honorary title should be inherited by us. After all, we are not only active troops, but also the main force."

Guan Zhenghao asked with a grimace: "But wouldn't there be two red sharp knives connected in this way?"

How can such a thing be explained clearly...

Political Commissar Mu was a person who had personally experienced that major disarmament. He sighed: "It was really not easy to disband the troops back then. It was normal for the superiors to not think of which unit would inherit the honorary title of the Red Sharp Knife Company."

The battalion commander couldn't help but said: "How could you not think of such a big thing!"

"Compared to disarmament and disarmament, this is really not a big deal."

Political Commissar Mu put out his cigarette butt and said with emotion: "Because what our army wanted to lay off was not a regiment, but a division. No one wanted to be laid off. The old army commander went against all opinions and personally did what he had done as a division commander.

I am working in the old army and laid off my own old army!"

The old military commander is now the deputy commander of the Nanjing Military Region and is highly respected by everyone in the military.

Everyone fell silent immediately, lowering their heads and not daring to say another word.

Political Commissar Mu looked at several of his subordinates and continued: "In terms of origin, the Linghai Reserve Battalion can be said to be the old army of the old commander. It is not too much to say that their predecessor was the Red Sharp Knife Company."

"Then what do we do?"

"You are still the Red Knife Company."

"But they also said they were the Red Knife Company!"

"I'm right. I can't explain this kind of thing clearly. I guess the superiors don't know how to deal with it. From another perspective, this is also a spur to you, making you aware of the sense of crisis. You can only do it well and make a difference."

Only by achieving the above results can you prove that you are qualified to inherit the honorary title of Red Sharp Sword Company, and can you also prove that you are the real Red Sharp Sword Company!"

…

This is a bit like the rich young master in a Hong Kong and Taiwan TV series. You are living a good life, but suddenly a half-brother or younger brother appears and comes to compete with you for the family property.

What I always thought was my own suddenly no longer belongs to me, and I have to fight with others next.

Guan Zhenghao and other officers and soldiers in the company were so depressed that they didn't sleep well all night.

At dawn, the watchman blew the muster whistle.

When I walked out of the tent, I saw that the military vehicle sent by the superior to take all the officers and soldiers to the train station had arrived.

Everyone didn't bother to have breakfast. In fact, there was a vast ocean all around. There was nothing but turbid flood water. Even if they wanted to eat, they couldn't eat. They could only quickly dismantle the tents according to the instructions of the superiors, pack their backpacks, queue up to board the train, and wait until the train arrived.

You should be able to eat at the station.

"Platoon leader, check the camp to see if anything is left behind."

"Second Platoon Commander, count the number of people!"

Guan Zhenghao was very busy when a jeep and a truck slowly drove over.

It should be a vehicle sent by the local military division. Guan Zhenghao took a look and was about to continue his work when two unfamiliar yet familiar figures jumped out of the Cherokee military vehicle.

"Old monitor, what are you doing here!"

"Come to see you off."

Xu Mingyuan raised his hand and said hello to the instructor Yang Zhenhai from a distance, who was not very welcoming to him. He smiled and patted Guan Zhenghao's arm: "You probably haven't had breakfast. I brought you some breakfast. Our people went out for search and rescue.

We don’t have enough manpower, so quickly arrange for a few soldiers to move it.”

Guan Zhenghao didn't expect that he and Ma Jintao were here to deliver breakfast, so he smiled bitterly and said, "How can this be so embarrassing?"

Before Xu Mingyuan could speak, Ma Jintao looked at him with a smile and said: "Chief Guan, we are from the same roots, why are you so impatient! If you don't treat us as brothers, we brothers have to treat you as younger brothers."

"Captain Ma, what are you talking about? You are our old squad leader and our big brother."

"Since we are regarded as big brothers, let's do it quickly!"

"Hurry up and call a few soldiers to move it. In order to see you off, the comrades in our battalion's logistics support team didn't sleep well all night."

"What to move?"

"Breakfast."

"What breakfast?"

"Steamed buns stuffed with meat. I ate two of them on the way here. The skin is thin and the fillings are big. They taste good. There are also some tea eggs. The tea eggs are also very fragrant. You can't be more than 150 people. I

I brought you six hundred steamed buns and three hundred tea eggs, which should be enough."

Xu Mingyuan smiled and added: "Considering that eating like this is easy to choke, I brought you ten bottles of mineral water, twenty-four bottles in one bottle, which should be enough."

Guan Zhenghao was stunned and couldn't believe that his "cousin" was so kind.

Ma Jintao urged: "Hurry up, don't worry, my mother-in-law is about to leave. If you are not hungry, your subordinates are."

Xu Mingyuan walked to the truck, climbed up and touched it, turned around and said with a smile: "Xiaoguan, the buns are still warm. Hurry and ask someone to move them. Move them over and distribute them to the soldiers quickly, otherwise they will get cold!"

A burst of tempting fragrance hit him, and Guan Zhenghao was also a little hungry. He said with an embarrassed look: "Thank you, old squad leader, I won't be polite to the old squad leader."

"We already said we are a family, so why should we be so polite?"

"Okay, it's better to be respectful than to obey."

If you grab our military flag, we should eat a few of your buns.

Guan Zhenghao didn't want the two old squad leaders to feel that he was not generous enough, so he immediately turned around and shouted: "Chief Secretary, bring a few people over to carry breakfast, call a few more people, and move quickly!"

…

The soldiers all went to the Linghai Reserve Camp last night. A few sharp-eyed people recognized the identities of Xu Mingyuan, Ma Jintao and others. They received the breakfast distributed by the chief of staff and sat in the carriage eating delicious meat buns and drinking.

Mineral water, I couldn't help but start talking about it.

"The instructor said that they used to be in the same unit as us and that they have the same roots. It's not too much to ask us to call them cousins."

"Yes, we are all old monitors, so we won't suffer any loss if we call them brother."

"What is the old squad leader? Haven't you seen his military rank? They are all demobilized cadres. Before demobilization, they were at least deputy battalion and company commander instructors. It is almost the same as calling them old squad leaders. How can we be qualified to call them."

"But they stole our military flag."

"The military flag can't be used as food. At worst, we can go back and make another one."

"You're right, we haven't brought out the treasure of our town. The real flag of honor is still in the honor room."

"What did you say?"

The squad leader couldn't stand listening any more, and his face suddenly straightened: "Isn't it just eating a few buns from others, saying they are good, and not even having principles? Can you make a difference?"

One soldier couldn't help but remind: "Not just steamed buns, but also tea eggs and mineral water."

"I bought you with two steamed buns, a tea egg and a bottle of mineral water!"

"How could we be bribed? Monitor, didn't the instructor say that last night? To put it into detail, they are not outsiders, they are really cousins ​​with us."

"If you're not an outsider, why don't you go with them?"

The squad leader snorted coldly and continued eating steamed buns.

When I took a bite of the oil, I saw that it was full of meat, with a thin skin and a big filling. It was really delicious, but it was a pity that it was a bit lacking.

In fact, they prepared four for each person in the first company. Unfortunately, the company commander and instructor insisted on carrying forward the style, so they only asked the division chief to give out two to each person. The remaining steamed buns and tea eggs were given to the second company, regiment headquarters and
Chapter completed!