Commander Wang, who came out of the spy camp, did not go back to his division headquarters, but went directly to the military headquarters with these things in his arms.
Commander Yu, who was studying the map, heard a heavy crash from the desk behind him. Climbing on the map, he turned around slightly and saw where Commander Wang was standing.
On the table, there were actually several Japanese command knives.
Not to mention, Commander Wang was taking something out of his pocket. If he looked carefully, it seemed to be a Japanese military rank.
With red eyes, he pointed at the command knives: "What are you doing?"
Commander Wang chuckled; "That talented man Zhou Weiguo actually used tunnels to dig trenches in front of Position 147. Then under the cover of artillery fire and grenades, the whole battalion rushed forward to fight the Japanese with bayonets, and forcibly killed the two
The entire squadron was wiped out."
After he finished speaking, he pointed to the command knife on the desk; "I, Mr. Wang, are not the kind of person who is greedy for merit. He has seized these. Look, he has gained a lot."
There were two sergeant knives, several lieutenant knives, and many sergeant knives. Commander Yu discarded the sharpened pencil at both ends on the map, walked over, picked up a command knife, and opened it on the spot.
Although the packaging was exquisite, it was still not as good as the one Zhou Weiguo gave him at that time. That one was passed down from his ancestors, and this one was obviously made by someone. It was sharp, but it didn't have much collection value.
"Good fellow, in total, there are over a thousand Japanese soldiers who died in his hands." Commander Yu put down his command knife and raised his eyes to look at Commander Wang; "You don't just come over and say how awesome he is, right?
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Of course not. Commander Wang took the teapot from the guard and took a sip of ice-cold water before sitting down in front of Commander Yu. "Talents are rare. Several battles have proven that his combat capabilities are fully capable of controlling a regiment. I suggest,
Promote him to become the leader."
Leader?
Commander Yu squinted his eyes and looked down at the earthy gray ground, then raised his eyes and asked, "Is it too early? His improvement speed is very fast. If it is too fast, it will not be conducive to his growth?"
Mr. Wang has indeed considered this matter, and peace is indeed not conducive to his growth. However, with his ability, he must be able to lead a regiment. His reaction and adaptability are stronger than some of the leaders of the main regiment.
You can let him take over as the leader of the group first, and then just stay in that position. After five or six years of studying him, you can make up for it.
After Commander Wang finished speaking seriously, he pointed to the command knife on the desk: "Look at the battles between our soldiers and the Japanese army. Who has the better results?"
this……
Commander Yu thought about it carefully. Indeed, he could not find it. However, at present, all the regiments under the 74th Army were full of personnel. If he was crammed somewhere, he could not be replaced by the other regiment commanders.
Fuck him, it will chill the rest of you.
"There is no position." Commander Yu spread his hands and added with helplessness; "I can't dismiss the rest of them."
Commander Wang took out a cigarette and handed it to Commander Yu and said: "The secret service camp is expanding. He already has more than a thousand people. Now that he has added a few hundred more people, it will become a regiment. As for the designation, it will be formed into a regiment directly under the jurisdiction of the military headquarters.
It doesn’t seem to be difficult for you.”
That's true. It's not difficult to get a number. Commander Yu thought for a while and then looked at the adjutant: "Take the call from the Jinling Garrison Headquarters. I want to ask Commander Tang to answer the phone."
It was done. Commander Wang crossed his legs and saw Commander Yu walking over to make a phone call. He happily took a puff of his cigarette and sat there waiting for the news.
Seeing that Commander Yu had hung up the phone, he stood up and came over: "How, what does it mean?"
Commander Yu was not coy at all and said, "The garrison headquarters has agreed to our suggestion. The special agent battalion has been expanded into a temporary regiment. The designation will not be given for the time being. In addition, Zhou Weiguo, Jiang Yue, Hu Yong and others have been promoted one after another, so they should be appointed.
We're arriving in the evening, so please accompany me there tonight."
After Commander Yu finished speaking, he thought of something and pointed to the adjutant next to him: "Go and tell the man named Xu that the secret service camp has become a temporary special service regiment, and ask him to arrange for people to be stationed in the temporary regiment."
At the regiment level, there was a military command supervisory office. I didn't know many people, just one or two people. The main task was to monitor whether there would be contact with the Japanese army or people from the Red Party.
To put it bluntly, they were doing some sneaky things in the name of supervising the war.
Commander Wang hated the Military Command Supervisory Office with all his heart, but he couldn't say anything. However, he had some knowledge of some of the military commander's sneaky ways, and Zhou Weiguo graduated from a non-commissioned officer school. Maybe the military commander would take advantage of this to make a fuss.
He carefully poked Commander Yu; "Why don't you remind me, he graduated from the sergeant school, if he is the military commander..."
Commander Yu, who crossed his arms, snorted coldly: "They dare to really make me angry, but don't say that I am ruthless and ruthless and surround his supervisory office."
In the afternoon, the sun had just turned west, and the 147th position where corpses were once scattered was no longer so messy. Zhou Weiguo had ordered the corpses of the Japanese soldiers to be collected, set up on a pile of dry wood, and burned cleanly.
The soldiers, Zhou Weiguo, however, led his men to dig a large pit, and then neatly piled them inside and buried them with soil.
The smell of barbecue coming from the shop made Zhou Weiguo feel regretful. He looked at the huge pile of corpses that had not yet finished burning and the thick smoke, covered his nose and said angrily, "If I had known it smelled so bad, I should have dug a hole to bury them."
, and you don’t have to endure the smell.
Jiang Yue, who was walking by, said, "Forget it, if it weren't for the smell, I wouldn't even want to burn it."
The troops entered alone and there was no one to collect the bodies for them. The secret service battalion did this out of necessity.
The two of them muttered and walked towards the bunker. However, after turning around a trench, Zhou Weiguo saw that something was wrong. There were actually soldiers with submachine guns on guard around the bunker entrance.
There are also submachine guns in the special agent battalion, but they are fancy weapons, not firearms imported from Germany. Currently, only the military’s security forces, even the two divisions of the 74th Army, are equipped with divisional guards.
They are also flower traps.
After all, since this thing was introduced, it has been successfully copied by many domestic arsenals and is easy to obtain. However, there are very few other submachine guns. Even if they exist, they are all used by guards in some important departments.
"Is the teacher here?" Zhou Weiguo looked at the guards standing in front and behind the bunker in blue and gray military uniforms in the cold wind, holding up submachine guns and with magazines full of magazines on their chests, and turned around slightly to ask Jiang Yue.