In the middle of winter, Jinggang Mountain, the cold wind is biting, the mountain is full of frost and snow, and the summer flat located in the mountains is still changing its appearance with each passing day. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Every day before dawn, the wake-up horn of the Songshan military camp sounded melodiously, and the entire Xiaping slowly woke up in the sound of the military horn echoing in the mountains.

More than 1,800 recruits from the instructor boot training camp quickly crawled out of the warm quilt with the help of the dim light of the oil lamp lit by the room manager, quickly dressed and put on shoes, put on leggings, neatly folded the quilt and sorted out the housework, raced against time to run to the gun rack by the wall, picked up the rifle and rushed out of the barracks.

The head of the room was always the last to go out, and they had to blow out the oil lamps and close the doors and windows, and then rush to the large playground where the wind was cold and the grass was frosty, and they began the daily routine of sixty minutes of morning exercise with the sound of a shrill whistle.

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When the breakfast time passed, the industrious and simple Jinggangshan people brought all kinds of tools, carried all kinds of building materials, vegetables, and meat, and began to rush from the villages and towns in the west to Xia Ping, who was still building a large number of buildings.

"The military trumpet is loud, the pace is neat, the revolutionary army has the discipline of steel, obedience to orders is a duty, the rules and regulations must be kept in mind, the orders must be carried out and the prohibitions must be stopped, and consciously condensed into a fighting collective ......"

There was a loud singing voice from the Baigong Temple camp where the instructor's division was located.

Like the Songshan barracks, the Baigongmiao side also repeated the same rhythm every day, and after the officers and soldiers of the guard battalion, which had increased to 500 people, and the division headquarters personnel who were divided into three teams, finished their speeches, they sang the "Song of Strict Discipline" that the division commander Zheng Yi heard from somewhere and taught to the officers and men of the division, and left the playground by the small river in a procession to eat in the division headquarters canteen at the foot of the mountain behind the barracks.

Zheng Yi, who followed the communications company directly under him for morning exercises, was like an ordinary soldier, and he was inconspicuous, and the officers and men had long been accustomed to conducting morning exercises with the division commanders, even if the officers and men of the 1st and 2nd regiments stationed 10 kilometers away often saw their division commanders appear in the morning exercises.

Therefore, when Zheng Yi appeared in the middle of the morning exercise team of the communication company, no one was surprised, and few people noticed that the number of people in the communication company had quietly increased from the previous 52 people to 77 in recent days.

Even if a shrewd person found out that there was a difference in the number of people in the communications company, he would only think that the extra 25 brothers were cadets of the officer training course who had entered the communications company to learn radio transmission and reception, or that they were new recruits sent by the departments of the First Division stationed in Ninggang, Youxian, and Chaling counties.

These 25 extra brothers were the first batch of intelligence trainees selected from among the 258 cadets of the first officer training class of the instructor, which began on 25 October, after three rounds of political examination and 40 days of systematic study, on the basis of the results of the assessment of the three subjects and the assessment of their personal ability.

These twenty-five officer cadets did not know until now that they had become candidates for the first batch of intelligence officers.

For more than a month, they have spent every day in intense study of basic military theories, frequent discussions on combat examples, and three-hour political study every night; seven days ago they were transferred to a communications company directly under them for a 15-day study.

The only thing that made these cadets nervous was that the requirements of the division headquarters were very strict, and they had to be proficient in the technology of sending and receiving telegrams and the common troubleshooting of radio stations within 15 days, otherwise they would be sent back to the officer training class at the Songshan Battalion to continue their studies with most of the officer cadets from various regiments, and where to go back and forth after graduation.

In such a situation, no matter how much people have a lot of thoughts, they have no time to think about anything else, just the recitation of Morse code, the practice of sending and receiving telegrams, and the assessment in turns, which make them busy and miserable.

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After breakfast, the 25 officer cadets immediately lined up to the newly completed communication station classroom at the foot of the mountain to prepare for the upcoming radio basic theory exam, and no one noticed that the division commander Zheng Yi, who had been following them for seven consecutive days in the morning exercises, was quietly observing himself not far away, and the corners of his mouth showed a meaningful smile from time to time.

The main hall of the Baigong Temple, which is placed with all the mahogany furniture, is now the hall of the instructor's division, and the two side halls on the left side of the hall are expanded according to the temple style, which are the party committee led by political commissar Li Zhao and the office of the division commander Zheng Yi, and the two side halls on the right side of the hall are the tutor's military affairs, military quartermaster and other departments, and the back of the hall is the renovated conference room and war room.

Li Zhao, who was wearing a military coat, sat behind the desk in the party committee office, engrossed in reviewing the twenty-five thick files, and heard the guards say that Zheng Yi had arrived at the division commander's office, Li Zhao's eyes lit up, and he immediately sorted out the files on the table, hugged them in his arms and went to Zheng Yi to discuss.

Zheng Yi saw Li Zhao come in in a hurry, and ordered Pan Yan to serve tea with a smile on his face, then pointed to the rattan chair in front of the desk, and took out a cigarette: "Have you taken out the preliminary list?" ”

Li Zhao put a thick stack of files on the edge of the table, took the cigarette handed by Zheng Yi, shook his head again and again, and said: "I discussed with Lao Han all night last night, and I didn't go to bed until after three o'clock, and I reviewed it again this morning, and finally picked out fifteen people from them, and suddenly found that the ten people who were unsuccessful have their own strengths, and it is really difficult to choose!" ”

Zheng Yi smiled when he heard this, and then quipped: "My political commissar, you don't want this mentality, to put it ugly, which one of you is not ruthless and doesn't recognize your six relatives?" If you, the intelligence director, hesitate and keep making decisions, what do you want the intelligence officers below to think? ”

Li Zhao's face was suddenly full of sadness, and he complained: "Actually, my indecisive character has no problem doing political work, and I think I can barely make do with commanding one or two regiment-level battles, but I am not suitable for serving as an intelligence director......

"In my opinion, Lao Han's wilting temperament is also not good, only you and Huchen are the most suitable, the four newly compiled agent training textbooks are all edited by you, and a lot of the content is still unpredictable now, but you just let me be in charge, I have never been exposed to this knowledge, it is really a duck on the shelf!"

"You can't let it go, I haven't been an agent either, the four training textbooks are all things that I thought about and pieced together, and it took half a month to do this, and then I worked together, and I changed the draft, and there are still many problems that need to be solved unclear, where do you think I am better than you?"

Zheng Yi turned a corner and encouraged Li Zhao.

In any case, he can't let Li Zhao pick a son, the selection of the intelligence chief not only involves political principles, but also can play an extremely important role as an umbrella for Zheng Yi to bear the reproaches that may arise in the future.

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PS: November 1st chapter!

Xiaohuo's current situation is similar to that in the book, and he only spends two to three hours a day coding words. For the sake of Xiaohuo's diligence, let's have a wave of guaranteed monthly ticket support!

Appreciate! (To be continued.) )