Chapter 113 The idea of a three-regiment competition
On the threshing floor, more than a hundred pairs of eyes stared at Zhou Weihan.
"Comrades, if we want to fight against the Japs, we not only need to strengthen military training, but also strengthen cultural studies. Some comrades may ask? What is the relationship between fighting against the Japs and studying culture?"
"If you ask me, this is a big deal. Why do the little devils have planes in the sky and tanks on the ground? But when it comes to our three-eight-year-old Gaidu treasure, isn't it because we can't make these things? These are all made by humans.
Of course, these are too far away and cannot be created by learning some cultural knowledge in a short period of time.
But we can start with word recognition. After knowing all the words, those who are interested can study some related professional books on their own. At that time, if any of you really have this talent, I will recommend you to your superiors to further your studies. Maybe ten years later, we
Then I can fly the plane you built to blow up the kid’s hometown." Zhou Weihan said with a smile.
"Hahaha!"
"To put it more seriously, just like how to operate an artillery piece, you need to learn how to calculate it. You need to be able to do math. To shoot a gun, you need to be able to measure wind speed. After you learn all the characters, you can write letters home."
"In our Eighth Route Army ranks, we have always advocated learning and respected intellectuals. Now the opportunity is given to you. It depends on whether you can seize it.
The squad leaders, platoon leaders, company commanders, and instructors I have assigned to you are all carefully selected. There is nothing to say about their military literacy or cultural background. Most of them are just like you, and they learned it slowly. And yours
The teacher is a top student who graduated from a normal university. He knows astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom.
This kind of teaching conditions is not common in other armies. If you don’t understand, just ask. We are all comrades and help each other. Recognize at least ten words every day. If you can read, write, speak, and know what they mean, it will not take half a year.
You will all become intellectuals." Zhou Weihan's words became more and more smooth.
Zhang Yuanlan on the side was embarrassed by what he said, and her face turned red: "Captain, it's okay, we have to continue studying."
"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet?" Zhou Weihan whispered. "Take out the diary and pen from your pocket."
"Did you see the diary and pen with the red sleeves? Each company is divided into squads. The regiment will organize an exam later. Which class can get the first place in the exam. Each soldier will be rewarded with a diary and a pen.
Pen." Zhou Weihan began to draw the pie.
"Captain, do you mean what you say? In our company, only the instructor has a pen." A soldier said with some disbelief.
"Nonsense, we are the leader of the group, one spits and the other nails, and we keep our word." Zhou Weihan said.
"Captain, I am willing to learn. If my parents knew that I could write letters, I don't know how happy they would be. But I don't know if the letters I write can be delivered to my parents."
"What's your name and where do you live from?" Zhou Weihan asked.
"Captain, my name is Wu Shuangzhu, and my home is Guangping County in southern Hebei. Most of the people in our supplementary camp are strong men who were captured by the Japs from southern Hebei." Wu Shuangzhu said.
"Comrade Shuangzhu, don't worry. When you learn how to write letters, each of your supplementary battalions will be counted. At that time, I will send someone to deliver the letters to your home." Zhou Weihan said.
After Zhou Weihan's speech, the soldiers' learning atmosphere became obviously more enthusiastic.
"Old Zhou, your military spirit can be used. You really have a way." Kong Jie saw the performance of the soldiers clearly.
"It's not that I have one thing, it's that Political Commissar Zhao has another thing. I say that you two are old comrades from the Red Army period. This aspect has always been our fine tradition. You don't know it, right?" Zhou Weihan said.
"Since the sacrifice of our political commissar, the Independence Regiment is now walking on one leg. Many things are burdened on me alone. I am also unable to do what I want. I have to report to my superiors when I go back and send a political commissar quickly." Kong Jie bit.
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Li Yunlong remained silent on the sidelines. The management style of the new second regiment and the performance of the soldiers gave him a great impact, but he still had a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
"Old Li, why don't you speak?" Zhou Weihan asked deliberately.
"Hmph, it's a mule or a horse. You can tell by pulling it out. Now we are fighting against the little devils. Is there any use in trying so many vain things?" Li Yunlong said.
"Old Zhou, you don't have to worry about him. This guy is just a tough talker. He might have learned your trick when he got back and used it in his new group." Kong Jie said with a smile.
"The soldiers of my new regiment, if I just say a word, they will charge up with howls and screams. None of them are timid. How can they use this?"
"What you said is true. You are managing a regiment now, and it may be a division in the future. Can you guarantee that it will still be like the new regiment now? Why has our Eighth Route Army grown in strength in just three years?
Because it has its own "ideas", the Eighth Route Army is a melting pot, and no matter who comes, they can transform their thoughts. This is why although the weapons and equipment are poor now, their combat effectiveness is stronger than that of the Shanxi-Sui Army and other national armies."
Zhou Weihan said.
"I still say what I said, it's a mule or a horse, pull it out and run around." Li Yunlong said.
Zhou Weihan rolled his eyes and said: "Okay, since we don't have any combat missions now, let's hold a big competition. As the saying goes, if there is no one who is first in literature, there is no second in martial arts, then let's compete."
"What kind of comparison?" Li Yunlong and Kong Jie were both interested.
"The martial arts competition and the literary competition are divided into shooting, bombing, individual bayonet fighting, and group bayonet fighting. The cultural competition is to organize an examination and comprehensive evaluation." Zhou Weihan said after thinking.
"This is a good idea, but if you want me to say Wenbi, don't add it." Li Yunlong said, looking at Kong Jie.
"It's just that the cultural foundation of our two groups is too poor now, and we will suffer a lot compared with your new group." Kong Jie said.
"Then there will be no literary competition this time, but this competition must have a bonus. Our new second regiment will send out one heavy machine gun and two light machine guns." Zhou Weihan said.
"Hey, that's right, it's getting more and more interesting. I'll give you the same price for a new batch." Li Yunlong said with a grin.
"Don't look at me. Our independent group is very poor. We don't have as much money as you two. Our equipment comes from the equipment sent to the repair shop. How about that?" Kong Jie gritted his teeth and said.
"That's right. If you don't want to leave your children, you can't trap the wolf. With these equipment, it is not a problem to strengthen the firepower of a battalion." Li Yunlong said.
"But we have to talk to each other first. We are all brothers. Only those below the battalion commander level can participate. We don't want to cheat. Our three regiments all know each other's situation, so we can't deceive anyone!" Kong Jie stared at Li Yunlong and said.
Then the three of them elaborated on the details of the contest. Li Yunlong and Kong Jie hurried back to their respective stations without even having lunch.
The three of them agreed that three days later, they would take the selected men and start a contest between brotherly troops in the New Second Regiment.
