There happened to be a scholar in the late Qing Dynasty in the village. When he had nothing to do, he often taught the villagers how to read and write, so there was no need to worry about the villagers not being able to understand.
"Report!"
Ding Wei was writing seriously when he suddenly heard a voice coming from his ear.
"Come in!" Ding Wei didn't even bother to raise his head.
"Captain? What are you writing?" Mahan scratched his head, a little confused.
Ding Wei ignored Ma Han and continued writing furiously on the table.
During previous missions, Ding Wei often taught these knowledge to the villagers in the mountains. It can be said that these things were engraved in Ding Wei's mind.
For Ding Wei, it was so easy to grasp and he could write it out with his eyes closed.
When Ma Han saw that Ding Wei was ignoring him and writing something in his notebook with a serious face, he did not dare to disturb him and stood aside honestly.
Ding Wei didn't know how many tubes of ink he had to change. He finally put the pen on the table and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm done!"
"Captain? What are you writing?"
Seeing Ding Wei stop, Ma Han walked quickly to his side and asked curiously.
"Training manual." Ding Wei said calmly: "In the future, we will use the contents of this manual to train the people of Wangzhuang."
With that said, Ding Wei threw the manual to Mahan: "We can also train according to this thing in the future."
"What manual?" Mahan looked confused.
"Military training manual, and barefoot doctor manual." Ding Wei smiled mysteriously.
Both of these books are known as divine books, and can be regarded as a treasure book in this era.
Ma Han listened half-heartedly, but he also understood what Ding Wei meant: "Captain? Do you want to train Wangzhuang into a militia?"
Ding Wei nodded lightly and asked, "Why did you come to see me?"
Ma Han immediately stood up and replied: "Report to the leader, the situation in the nearby bandit dens and Japanese strongholds has been almost fully understood."
"Okay!" Ding Wei nodded with satisfaction.
Ma Han casually flipped through a few pages. Initially, there was a bit of joking on his face, but as he went on, his expression became more and more surprised. When he finally looked at Ding Wei, his face was full of admiration.
"Captain? Did you come up with all this?" Mahan asked in disbelief.
This humble notebook covers a lot of content, from the most basic firearms training to tactical actions, as well as how to use the current terrain to fight.
Speaking of this, Ma Han suddenly remembered that when he was chatting with Chao Chao in private, when Commander Ding took office, he seemed to have ambushed the pursuing enemy troops in the woods!
"That's right, I came up with it." Ding Wei replied without blushing, "We'll keep this copy for ourselves. Now that we've caught up, you kid can make another copy for me and send it to the headquarters.
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Ding Wei has no intention of keeping it secret. Such a manual that transcends the times must be promoted by the entire army so that the strength of the team can be rapidly improved and bloodshed and sacrifices can be effectively reduced during battle.
"Captain, your book is indeed good." Mahan hesitated: "But where do our guns come from? We still have many troops who have no use for guns..."
No matter how excellent the training is, if you don't talk nonsense without guns, the Eighth Route Army does not have militia-type teams such as district squads and county brigades.
Ding Wei kicked Ma Han: "If I don't call you stupid, what will you do the day after tomorrow?"
Ma Han looked confused, but he immediately realized what he was doing and said in surprise: "Captain! You mean the batch of equipment sent by the Japanese!"
"That's right!" Ding Wei nodded: "Anyway, they are all Chinese and official, and we don't like them, so they can be used by our militiamen!"
in addition.
Ding Wei also has some Xiao Jiujiu hidden in his heart. After training, these militia teams can immediately put their own stamp on them.
Once the 28th Regiment needs help, a troop can come to help.
While chatting with the village chief, Ding Wei had already asked out that there was no militia in Wangzhuang, and he could take this opportunity to turn it into a force under the 28th Regiment.
The words just fell.
The system prompts sounded again in Ding Wei's mind.
"Does the host need to form a militia?"
"Choose 1, form a militia team, and be rewarded with advanced camouflage skills."
"Note: If the host does not choose to actively attack, it will be difficult for the enemy to detect the specific location of the host."
"Choose 2, do not organize, and will be rewarded with 15 Zhongzheng rifles and 500 rounds of bullets."
"The worst I can do is just train, not organize." Ding Wei thought to himself, and was about to choose 2.
The system sound sounded again.
"Friendly reminder from the system: The host cannot conduct any militia training in Wangzhuang after option 2, otherwise it will be regarded as a mission failure, and the host will not be able to obtain any rewards within a week."
"Hold!"
Ding Wei is already very good at the camouflage skill. He originally wanted to choose 2 and get 15 rifles first.
At worst, they would only train militiamen and not form a substantial team. Unexpectedly, this dog system actually thought of this.
Without militia training, why do we need these rifles?
Could it be used as a fire stick?
In the end, Ding Wei had no choice but to honestly choose 1.
Then, Ding Wei felt that he had many more disguise skills in his mind.
After Ding Wei digested it carefully, he instantly felt that this camouflage skill was extremely valuable. It not only teaches you how to use the surrounding environment to camouflage.
There is also how to take advantage of people's psychological and physical blind spots. This is the camouflage technique that Ding Wei has always wanted to break through.
After acquiring advanced camouflage skills, Ding Wei felt that his camouflage skills had improved to a higher level and he had a deeper understanding of camouflage.
Ding Wei was in a great mood after acquiring the disguise skills.
"Ma Han, copy the training manual for me right here." Ding Wei ordered.
"Yes!" Mahan happily accepted the task and stood up to salute.
He was just about to take a good look at the manual left by Ding Wei, when the opportunity came unexpectedly.
After giving the order, Ding Wei quickly walked out and first arranged for the Dynasty to prepare some obsolete guns.
Then he found the village chief and briefly explained his thoughts to the village chief.
Finally, under the arrangement of Village Chief Wang, 32 young people gathered under the big tree in the village.
Ding Wei looked around at the young people in front of him and said with a smile: "I believe you all already know my identity. Before I officially start, I want to ask you a question first."
As he spoke, Ding Wei's expression became serious, his eyes were fixed on these 32 young people, and he asked angrily.
"Do you want to protect your family and country, protect your relatives from being bullied, and prevent bandits from robbing food in the future?"
"Think!" The young people were stunned for a moment, then shouted in unison.
The young people's eyes were a little fiery. Although they did not understand the meaning of the militia, they knew what it meant not to be bullied!
"Very good!" Ding Wei nodded: "Now there is an opportunity in front of you, you can choose for yourself!"
Hearing this, the young people all looked at Ding Wei.