"You will have more opportunities to use this gun than me in the future. No matter how good the gun is, it will lose its meaning if it fails to fire. If one day in the future, you join the regular army, make good use of this gun," Zhao Zhiguo

Said, "But we have agreed that you have to work hard in the future. If the people point their fingers at us and curse us, I will take this gun and kill you myself."

The militia squad leader took the pistol, his hands trembling a little, and then excitedly promised Zhao Zhiguo that he would do a good job.

After delivering the pistol, Zhao Zhiguo said goodbye to the old man.

He still had to go door to door to carry water for the people, until it got dark, and only five people opened their doors.

For Zhao Zhiguo, this was enough. At least these five families knew what the Eighth Route Army team would be like.

To Zhao Zhiguo's surprise, the militia squad leader had a good reputation and prestige in the village, but his propaganda to the Eighth Route Army was not adequate.

Of course, they are all farmers. They did not flee the village in this age. Most of the people who stayed in the village were honest and honest.

It’s not a big problem to let them do their jobs well, but it’s more difficult to let them develop new businesses. If they don’t know a few Chinese characters, their abilities will definitely be limited.

People who can do their job well are already available to the militiamen.

"These villages can house injured veterans!" An idea came to Zhao Zhiguo's mind.

Their army also has a large number of veterans who have retired due to injuries. Some are assigned to duty in the mines, some to the logistics force, and some to the training force.

Although they have arranged for wounded soldiers as much as possible, there are still a large number of wounded soldiers who are still being nursed by the troops.

As the number of wounded soldiers increased, Zhao Zhiguo and his troops had to spend a large part of their expenses on these retired soldiers.

Nowadays, the militiamen also need training and their thinking needs to be improved, and these soldiers who have retired due to injuries have all received education in the army and know a few words!

These soldiers have received education in the army, and their ideological level is generally higher than that of the militia. As long as they are slightly trained, they can be sent to work in the villages.

The night in the village is very quiet, there is no barking of dogs, only the unknown chirping of insects, which adds a sense of tranquility to the village.

The quiet environment soon made Zhao Zhiguo fall asleep.

In the early morning, the village became more lively. Apparently they had heard that the soldiers living in the village were from the Eighth Route Army.

Moreover, Zhao Zhiguo filled water tanks, chopped firewood, and cleaned the yards for several families yesterday.

Of course the people are curious about this army.

They had seen the Central Army passing by nearby, the Jinsui Army, and the Japanese and puppet troops who harmed them, but they had never seen the Eighth Route Army wearing gray cloth uniforms.

Moreover, after this army entered the village, they did not disturb the people and even carried water, chopped firewood, and cleaned the yard for them. This was simply unheard of.

Unable to suppress their curiosity, the people in the village began to pay attention to this team.

"There is still some time. Let's work in groups of two to carry water to the fellow villagers. Keep in mind the odds of our troops. No matter what the people give, we can't take it away."

Yao Pengju and the others had not returned yet, and they had nothing else to do while they were staying in the village. Zhao Zhiguo simply asked his guards to help the people with some work.

The local people did not expect that the village would not be in chaos because of the entry of an army, but would instead become lively.

When other armies entered the village, the livestock had already become their dinner.

After the soldiers of this unit entered the village, they not only helped them with work, but also did not stay to eat and took nothing with them.

It was almost noon when Yao Pengju took his two brothers into the village.

"Commander, I have seen the places chosen by the brothers in the reconnaissance group. They are all good locations, but..."

"If you have something to say, just say it. Is there anything else you can't say here?" Zhao Zhiguo felt that something was not right.

"The place is inaccessible, the roads are a bit difficult to walk, and Japanese patrols don't pass by frequently. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to deliver our supplies."

The observation post must have at least four people, two for air observation and two for telegraph machines.

They still don't know when the little Japanese plane will arrive. In this mountain, isolated from the world, their stay may be calculated on a monthly basis.

"If you want to knock Japanese planes out of the sky, you have to endure some hardships," Zhao Zhiguo said.

If they could easily shoot down the Japanese planes, unless they also had planes.

Since they don't have planes and can only rely on ground-based anti-aircraft weapons, someone must be willing to endure hardship and loneliness to wait for the Japanese planes to arrive.

"Commander, why don't we leave these two places to the members of our special operations team?" Yao Pengju said.

"It's not a question of who to hand it over to. What's important is the supply. It won't be a big problem if the supply is one day late. If it's two or three days late, our people will starve to death at the observation point."

As long as there is enough food, Zhao Zhiguo believes that most of his soldiers can endure loneliness.

Once you lurk, you will have to rely on supplies from the rear for a month or two. This is not a matter of one or two trips.

"How about the supply depot be located in this village?" Zhao Zhiguo said to the militia squad leader.

The militia squad leader was already stunned at this time. When Yao Pengju called the commander just now, he was dumbfounded.

The man standing in front of me is Zhao Zhiguo, the commander of their first military division. Yesterday, he was still carrying water for the people.

He has tens of thousands of soldiers in his hands. With a wave of his hand, not to mention carrying water, each one of them can drink up the water in the well.

"Commander Zhao, I...I...I didn't know it was you?"

The militia squad leader took out the pistol that Zhao Zhiguo had awarded him and wanted to return it.

"Why, is there such a big difference between Commander Zhao and Commander Zhao?" Zhao Zhiguo took the pistol and put it back in the holster on the waist of the militia squad leader, "Do it well, at least you can do it in this village.

I want to set up a supply station in the village, can you do it well?"

The militia squad leader immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Yes!"

"Okay, what you need is this momentum. When the time comes, I will send two more people over. You just need to provide them with a place to live."

After explaining some things, Zhao Zhiguo and the others got on their horses.

When they came, the people did not welcome them, but when they left, the people in the village were reluctant to let them go.

They scrambled to take out the food they had at home and give it to Zhao Zhiguo and the others.

But discipline is discipline, and not taking advantage of the masses is not just talk.

After Zhao Zhiguo left, the militia squad leader was still a little confused. After spending a day and night with him, the unpretentious leader was Zhao Zhiguo.

"He...he is our commander...so our commander is so approachable?"
Chapter completed!