Chapter XIX Integration

"Ma Qi, look at this, when we get to Zhenjiang, let the rest of the 112th Division go to find the troops, you guys come over. Now you go over and bring the yelling man over and tell him I'm here. ”

Now Zhang Ziwen is a company commander anyway, not to mention that there are hundreds of brothers under his hands, how can he be more stable.

"What about the others?"

Ma Xiaobao brought the old pole over with them, and Zhang Ziwen saw that there were only a few of them.

"I didn't find it, only the old pole and a few veterans of their ninth company."

When Ma Xiaobao heard Zhang Ziwen's question, he thought he was blaming him.

"It's okay, those who want to leave always have to go, and those who stay are brothers."

Liu Tong is not like a person who has lived under people for a long time, and he is originally a lieutenant, if he can go back alive, even if he loses the battle, he can be promoted to a captain, there is no need to follow Zhang Ziwen.

"Lao Wang, you go to the car to get some dried fish and grain to cook, you can't talk hungry, and the stones also need to supplement nutrition, remember that each person has six taels of food."

Ma Xiaobao and the others just caught up, and Zhang Ziwen probably didn't eat, so he had to eat something.

"Zhang boy, you are really bold, dare to gather so many routs, are you not afraid that they will eat you?" The old pole took a closer look at the team when he came over just now.

"How dare they?"

From last night to now, nothing has happened except for Zhao Mouse, and Zhang Ziwen feels that the old pole is a little careful.

"Don't dare, Fat Wu is leaving, you see if you will be eaten."

The old pole took the firewood and lit a cigarette, and smoked it one by one.

"Fat Wu? No way? ”

How is it possible, I don't care about Zhang Ziwen for a day, let alone manage the team.

"Hey," the old pole smiled and didn't speak.

"What the hell is going on?"

Zhang Ziwen couldn't figure it out, but he wanted to figure it out that it would be good for him to lead troops in the future, he might not be able to be a big official, but he could fight with a good team, he came with the dream of saving the country, and he would naturally use a better method.

"Okay, you think about which guns and why Wu Fatzi wants to change guns."

The old pole saw that Wu Fatzi's transportation even took 38 big covers, and the 613 regiment's previous transportation company used old sleeves made in Hanyang that year.

Gun? Fat Wu changed his gun to eat for fear of being robbed, right! is afraid of being robbed, so isn't it a piece of fat to hold the food yourself? But Wu Fatzi should be more afraid of these routs robbing his things, right?

"He changed his gun because he was afraid that his things would be robbed, right?"

Zhang Ziwen was worried that he was thinking incorrectly, so he asked the old pole tentatively.

"Then I don't know, but you can't control these people without the brothers of the 613 regiment and Wu Fatzi."

The old pole analyzed that Zhang Ziwen looked plain all the way, and the troops under him were elbowing each other.

Zhang Ziwen told the old pole about the things along the way and asked him to help come up with ideas.

"Wu Fatzi is afraid that it is not small, you should be careful, 112 things Ma Qi can pull over, anyway, now this battle is more chaotic than the Northern Expedition, no one will pay attention to this little thing. Let's take a look at our future henchmen. ”

The old pole got up and left, but he didn't know where Zhang Ziwen's person was there, so he had to look back at Zhang Ziwen.

"Subordinates?" Zhang Ziwen asked the old pole questioningly.

"You didn't appoint the acting platoon commander who gathered the rout of the Ninth Company, aren't you ready to let me give you my life, why aren't you happy?"

The people who survived on the battlefield were all veteran oilers, and the routs in this messy army were even more oily, and such a veteran as the old pole was willing to be the platoon commander Zhang Ziwen was of course happy.

"Of course, these eighty or so people can be arranged into two platoons, and one of you can carry a small treasure belt."

Xiaobao is a clerk, and Zhang Ziwen has experienced so many battles, and a platoon commander can still be competent.

"Two platoons won't be full."

Zhang Ziwen didn't understand what the old pole said, the Guizhou army has a platoon of 38 people, and unless it is strengthened and supplemented in wartime, more than 80 people and two platoons can still be formed.

"How so?"

"It's good for you to watch, but you can give all the orders and make the decisions."

The old pole did this, this is to maintain Zhang Ziwen's prestige in the team.

Zhang Ziwen answered, and walked to the side of the defeated soldiers with the old pole, usually Zhang Ziwen basically didn't pay attention to them except when he set off and when he was eating, so he didn't know a lot of things, Zhang Ziwen never regarded them as brothers in his heart at the beginning.

"The Collection of the Nine Companies"

Zhang Ziwen shouted, there were few people who stood up, Zhang Ziwen's face was flushed, and this face was fortunately lost in front of the family. Zhang Ziwen shouted again and still no one got up, and a wave of anger rushed to the top of his head, ready to kick a rout soldier in front of him who was sleeping like a dead pig, but was pulled by the old pole.

"You're too gentle, they won't listen to you if you deal with them really, Dali."

After saying that, he vigorously took the machine gun and was about to shoot into the crowd, but Zhang Ziwen hurriedly grabbed it.

"Not really, right?"

Zhang Ziwen hurriedly pressed the powerful machine gun, although he was not lightly angry, but he was not killed.

"Don't worry, you won't die, scare them."

The old pole said and pulled Zhang Ziwen's hand away from the powerful machine gun, and Zhang Ziwen had to look at the old pole with half belief and half doubt.

"Suddenly" a burst of gunfire in the west of Nanzhuang remembered, the villagers of Nanzhuang thought that the devil was coming, and then thought that this afternoon a team should be fine, so they fell asleep again.

Vigorously use machine guns to beat the red coals in the fire everywhere, and then a group of routs got up, and one of them was splashed with coals, and stood up and scolded.

"It's me, what's wrong." Zhang Ziwen took a step forward and stood up.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Ziwen, who was angry with this veteran soldier, almost died of anger, snatched the machine gun from his strong hand and pointed it directly at the soldier.

"You say it again?"

The veteran lowered his head and didn't speak, as if Zhang Ziwen didn't dare to do anything to him, but he lowered his head because he was afraid of the machine gun.

"Hello brothers, I am the platoon commander of the platoon appointed by the company commander."

Seeing that Zhang Ziwen couldn't come down, the old pole became solemn for a while, and stepped forward to speak.

"Doll Company Commander?" The next veteran said.

"Don't say if it's a doll company commander, you eat the food that our company commander gave, and you still say this, I'm afraid that you will say something inauthentic wherever you go."

After the old pole finished speaking, no one spoke, and when he heard the gunshots, the brothers of the 103rd and 112th divisions all came around, and Wu Fatzi and others also ran over to ask what was wrong.

"Our company commander said, if you want to enter the team to get a gun to sell, hurry up, otherwise you will die. There are also those who plan to eat white food and run away when they fight, otherwise they will die. If there is a traitor lackey, hurry up and follow the people in front, otherwise you won't be able to run away if you find out. ”

After speaking, the old pole didn't speak, looking at the rout, Wu Fatzi seemed to be interested, and he was also looking at the group of people, with the faint light of the torch, Zhang Ziwen didn't know what Wu Yongqing could see.

"Count down to dozens, don't regret it if you don't leave, ten, nine, eight......" Only after counting to eight, three people touched the back of the line, and then walked more than twenty.

"If you don't leave, you won't have a chance."

The old pole swore again, Zhang Ziwen didn't figure out whether it was true or not, anyway, the old pole stared at these people for a minute.

"Okay, the ones left are brothers, and now I ask the company commander to tell you about it."

The old pole suddenly came, and Zhang Ziwen couldn't react a little, and he was still learning from the old pole to stare at the people in the team.

"Brother Wen, speak"

Ma Xiaobao stabbed Zhang Ziwen, and Zhang Ziwen reacted.

"Ahem, hello everyone, I am Zhang Ziwen, the commander of the 103rd Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 613th Regiment of the 9th Division."

Zhang Ziwen wanted to slap himself after saying this, don't you know this?

"After entering the Ninth Company, everyone is a brother, and if you have a bite from me, you will have a mouthful, and I will never let you drink soup if I eat meat."

Zhang Ziwen looked at the old pole, he really didn't know what to say, only according to the martial arts novels, the brothers under Zhang Ziwen's routine prefers it, who comes to be a soldier is not here to eat and drink.

"Company Commander Zhang said it well!"

Before anyone on Zhang Ziwen's side responded, Ma Qi shouted on the side, leading the brothers below, and the applause was endless.

"Okay, stop, let's ask the platoon leader to register your name and hometown."

Zhang Ziwen didn't expect that hundreds of brothers would applaud his words, in fact, Zhang Ziwen didn't know how difficult it was to eat at that time, Zhang Ziwen was born in a merchant family, and he was an officer, so he couldn't understand the difficulties of the brothers below.