"Captain, I didn't mean to disturb you and your sister-in-law! I came to see Gao Cang."

Yao Pengju and the others returned to Anyang Town a few days earlier than Zhao Zhiguo.

Because Zhao Zhiguo did not arrange training tasks for Yao Pengju, and the station was much deserted than before, Yao Pengju often came to the hospital to visit Gao Cang.

They say they are visiting Gao Cang, but they are actually competing for food with Gao Cang.

In the hospital, the wounded are provided with sick meals, and the food standards are higher than those of the team.

"Let's go together. It just so happens that I'm fine now."

After returning, Zhao Zhiguo originally planned to visit Gao Cang.

"Captain, why don't you go by yourself? I can come and see him another day."

Yao Pengju felt guilty, fearing that Gao Cang would complain to Zhao Zhiguo and accuse him of stealing sick meals.

"Let's go together, you'll be fine anyway." Zhao Zhiguo grabbed Yao Pengju's collar, "Tell me, what are you hiding from me?"

"Captain, I dare not hide anything from you." Yao Pengju shrank his neck.

"Then let's go see Gao Cang together."

In the hospital, many wounded were treated this time. The lightly wounded were all bandaged and then returned to their own units. They only needed to insist on changing their dressings.

Most of those who can stay in the hospital are seriously injured.

Gao Cang has been able to walk alone, but it is still a bit difficult. After all, it is a fracture and it is not easy to recover.

"Lao Gao, look who's coming to see you."

Yao Pengju was the first to enter the ward, and his purpose was naturally to warn Gao Cang not to tell Zhao Zhiguo about Yao Pengju's sick meal.

"Captain, didn't you just come back?"

Gao Cang has heard that their troops returned from Wangxian in triumph.

Not long after he came back, Zhao Zhiguo seemed to have a lot of things to deal with, so he came to see him immediately.

"What, you don't allow me, the captain, to be lazy? I take you out to fight, and I have to tense my nerves every day. There are still a lot of things to deal with when I come back. What's wrong with me coming here to be lazy?" Zhao Zhiguo

said with a smile.

"Hahaha, captain, I'll get you some water!"

"Sit down and rest quickly. I'll do the work." Yao Pengju took the lead.

"How did this kid become so diligent?" Zhao Zhiguo asked Gao Cang.

"Don't you think you have eaten a lot of good food here?" Gao Cang said with a smile, "You come to my place every two days for a toothpaste."

"What's going on?" Zhao Zhiguo was curious.

"The patient's meal consists of one-third canned meat every few days."

"I'm telling you, this kid just ran away when he saw me. So that's what happened."

"Captain, look at him. He is as strong as a cow. He will be fine in a short time. Look at me. He is so thin that he is almost reduced to ribs. He should take some good supplements." Yao Pengju still argued.

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The special forces team undergoes a lot of training, and because he has been practicing martial arts since childhood, Yao Pengju looks a little thinner.

In fact, this is not a bad thing. He is thinner and more agile. After all, Yao Pengju often does things like climbing up walls and houses.

Moreover, it is difficult to guarantee the quality of houses in this era. If Yao Peng lifts a lot of weight and steps on the roof, even if it does not leak, he may break the tiles and expose himself.

"You are a typical bastard. You have eaten Gao Cang's sick meal, and you still blame Gao Cang for being strong? You should come to the hospital less often."

"Captain, I only dare to take advantage of Lao Gao, and I don't dare to touch other soldiers."

That is to say, it was only when Gao Cang was injured and hospitalized that Yao Pengju was treated like this.

"Not even Gao Cang. The rules are the rules. If you have nothing to do, I will give you a task."

"No, no, no, please forget about your training mission."

The tasks assigned by Zhao Zhiguo are like homework assignments given by teachers to primary school students, except that not many people talk about them.

"Lao Gao, just take care of him with peace of mind. If you need anything, just tell me and I'll let Yao Pengju take care of it!"

"Hey, hey? Why does this have to do with me? Shouldn't you tell me something and I'll do it for you?"

"Oh~ So that's it. If you have something to do, just tell Yao Pengju directly and let Yao Pengju handle it." Zhao Zhiguo said.

"Captain, I..."

"Just be honest, take advantage of other people's weak hands and short-term mouth. You have eaten Gao Cang's sick meal, what else do you want?"

After returning to Anyang Town, Zhao Zhiguo focused his work on training.

Matthew Wen started to prepare the publicity department based on his previous ideas.

The troops need publicity, and winning battles requires publicity even more, firstly to boost public morale, and secondly to mobilize the enthusiasm of the people to resist Japan.

The country is weak and the army's weapons and equipment are inadequate. It is obviously difficult to rely on the army alone to resist the invaders.

The common people in this vast land contain huge energy. Only by uniting with them can we drive the Japanese invaders out of China.

At present, the common people's knowledge of many armies is limited, and many common people cannot even tell the story of the army their own sons are in.

Therefore, they need a propaganda method so that the people can understand the troops, so that they can understand which troops are just and which troops are making sacrifices to protect them.

Otherwise, the people will just regard Zhao Zhiguo's troops as another warlord, no different from General Yan's troops.

"The literacy rate of the people is low and they are generally illiterate. Most of the literate people belong to landlords or gentry. Those landlords and gentry are already resistant to troops like us, so can our propaganda method not be so serious?"

Zhao Zhiguo watched Matthew Wen writing a promotional brochure.

Matthew's pen handwriting is very delicate and neat, but after writing these words, they are not suitable at all.

Zhao Zhiguo has been leading troops in rural areas for a long time, and he understands this situation better than anyone else.

It is true that language and writing are the simplest and most effective means of communication, but that is not the case now.

Matthew scratched his head. It is true that he has a wealth of theoretical knowledge, but in practical terms, it is not half as good as Zhao Zhiguo: "I seem to have forgotten this matter. Do you have any good ideas?"

"Pictures, draw some pictures that children can understand, and then put the unique symbols of our army on the pictures, so that the people can first know the existence of our army."

Even children who are illiterate can understand animations, and so can adults.

Moreover, pictures are more attractive than words, and colorful things have an inherent magic power than boring words.

"But I'm not good at painting!"

Asking him to draw is like Zhang Fei's embroidery, but the pictures he draws are neither fish nor fowl, whether they can be used for publicity or not. Don't scare the children, otherwise it will have the opposite effect.

"There is a school in the Pang family compound, and there are teachers...ready-made!" Zhao Zhiguo said.

"You don't want to recommend Miss Sun to me, do you?"
Chapter completed!