Three days later, Zhao Gang held the battle report sent by Chen Feng in his hand and stared at Li Yunlong with a look of surprise.

"Lao Li, it's a good thing, come and see, this is sent by Chen Feng."

Li Yunlong looked at the letter in Zhao Gang's hand with a disgusted expression, "I said Lao Zhao, it's not that you don't know, it knows me, and I don't know it."

"Then I'll let you learn some knowledge, and you're still full of disgust."

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang started the daily ridicule mode again, as if they would be uncomfortable if they didn't find each other's stubble for a day. Occasionally, both parties may not realize that it is precisely because of the continuous faulting of each other that the two sides have deepened their understanding of each other, so that they can cooperate perfectly in the future work.

"Okay, I'll give you a message for Grand Master Li."

Zhao Gang looked at Li Yunlong lying on the chair like an old lady watching a big show. Due to the direct sunlight, he squinted his eyes half-squinted, and he seemed to be half-awake and half-asleep.

"Chen Feng, the commander of the third company and the first platoon of the second battalion of our independent regiment, greeted the regiment commander and political commissar."

When reading this, Zhao Gang couldn't help laughing, he really didn't expect Chen Feng, a person who had drunk foreign ink when he came back from abroad, to speak like Li Yunlong.

As for Li Yunlong, he raised his eyebrows, and he didn't seem to expect Chen Feng's words to be so direct, and he liked Chen Feng's character even more.

Li Yunlong straightened up and looked at Zhao Gang with blank eyes, as if he wanted to hear what was said below, but Zhao Gang continued.

"Three days ago, after I was transferred to Xiaochenzhuang, I found that the strength of the Japanese army was too strong, which greatly reduced the space for our platoon's activities.........

In this operation, a total of 12 spears, several bayonets, and a crooked machine gun were captured, and two Japanese soldiers and 13 puppet soldiers were killed, destroying the Xiaocaozhuang stronghold.

This battle greatly encouraged the decadent trend of our Independent Regiment since the Great Sweep, and even encouraged the confidence of the Eighth Route Army in the entire Jinzhong area in the enemy's war of resistance."

Li Yunlong's mind was swollen when he heard a large paragraph of text that followed, and it was not until the end that he wrote down the loot captured this time and the number of Japanese puppet soldiers killed.

"I said Lao Zhao, did this Chen Feng peek at your notebook? Why does this sentence sound so familiar to me, as if you said the same thing to the people?"

Li Yunlong pointed to the last sentence on the letter and looked at Zhao Gang with a look of surprise.

"Okay Lao Li, don't make this joke."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

After a long time, Zhao Gang's face straightened, and he asked Li Yunlong mysteriously.

"I said Lao Li, did you expect Chen Feng to attack Xiaocaozhuang's stronghold? Or is it your intention that Chen Feng went to Xiao Chen Zhuang to be the platoon commander"?

Li Yunlong stood up and patted the somewhat greasy military uniform on his body, some dust was clearly visible in the sunlight, and said to Zhao Gang with an arrogant face.

"Although I, Li Yunlong, say that I recruit heroes from all over the world, but I don't accept everything, if he Chen Feng can't lead troops to fight, I will leave him by my side as a guard or something.

But now, after we have gone through the sweep, there is a large shortage of command personnel at the bottom, and I am also chasing ducks to the shelves, I want to see if Chen Feng has this ability, according to the current situation, the effect is still okay."

Zhao Gang nodded when he heard this, what the independent regiment lacks most now is not soldiers, but combat commanders at the grassroots level.

Since the Great Sweep, only Zhang Dabiao has returned at the battalion level, and the second and third battalion commanders have all been killed. All companies and platoons, and even squad leaders have suffered heavy casualties, and the current grassroots combat personnel are basically drawn from those veterans, and most of them may only be suitable for working hard with little devils on the battlefield one-on-one, but if they are in charge of command, they are somewhat out of reach.

Moreover, Chen Feng can be regarded as having fought side by side with himself and others, and his trust is relatively high. It would be great if they were trained to become an assistant in the future.

"Then Lao Li, should this battle report be reported to the brigade headquarters?"

According to the normal mode of operation, this battle must be reported to the brigade headquarters, and at the same time, the casualties and captured materials should be counted, and Zhao Gang's inquiry was not too problematic.

Li Yunlong thought for a moment and waved his hand to stop Zhao Gang's idea of wanting to report.

"I, Li Yunlong, am a big businessman, so I don't have to report this big thing first."

After a pause, Li Yunlong continued, "Of course, Chen Feng's heart can't be cold, first report this to the whole group, give them a credit, and encourage the brothers of the whole group."

Zhao Gang saw that Li Yunlong had already arranged things properly, so he didn't say anything anymore, folded the letter written by Chen Feng and put it in his jacket pocket.

"Okay, then I'll arrange this for now."

Li Yunlong continued to lie on the chair and look at the warm sunshine, humming a tune he didn't know where he heard it from, and from time to time he trickled Monk Wei out and turned around.

As for Chen Feng, who didn't know his identity as a platoon commander, it had already been arranged by Li Yunlong in advance, and he was taking more than 100 people under his command into the mountains to hunt at this time.

Chen Feng saw that there were hundreds of people densely packed behind him, almost equal to a company of people in the next generation. Originally, there was still a sense of pride, but seeing that most of the soldiers were carrying big swords and spears, shivering in the cold wind in thin clothes, Chen Feng's whole mood instantly collapsed.

"If such a group of people are put in the future generations, they may not even be able to do a class, and they will be killed in seconds."

"Platoon commander, there's a pheasant over there."

A soldier carrying a big knife was pointing in the direction of Chen Feng with a red face, and at this time the entire platoon knew that Chen Feng and Li Erniu relied on two people to kill the little devil's stronghold, and killed two little devils at once, plus 13 puppet soldiers, such a record is simply a miracle for the militia who just joined the independent regiment. And the Xiaocaozhuang stronghold has not been here for a day or two, and now the new platoon commander has pulled it out in an instant as soon as he comes, is there anything more shocking than this?

Looking in the direction the soldier was pointing, a colorful pheasant was foraging in the snow. With the sound of a gunshot from 38 Dagai, the pheasant instantly became a headless corpse.

In fact, when Chen Feng said that he wanted to go into the mountains to hunt, he was opposed by Li Erniu, Wang Baocai and others.

For these people, they are used to living in poverty. Bullets are so precious that they have to go into the mountains to hunt. Although more than 600 rounds of ammunition have just been captured, they cannot withstand such attrition.

In this regard, Chen Feng could only pat his head silently, and went back to the house again and took out a full 2,000 rounds of bullets. Even directly ordered that no one would be allowed to eat until these bullets were finished.

Chen Feng has always firmly believed in the idea that sharpshooters are not born, but are trained.

Think about which sniper in later generations is not fed with bullets little by little, it can be said that a sniper uses several times more bullets in training in his life than ordinary soldiers. In this way, as long as the other party is not a pig, the marksmanship must be much better than most people.

And now Chen Feng doesn't have much else, just a lot of bullets. A full 150,000 rounds of ammunition, this is the information that Chen Feng got from the space.

Chen Feng was also taken aback at first, but then he thought about it. According to the Japanese army's standard configuration, each soldier carried 120 rounds of rifle ammunition, although it has been reduced to 60 rounds in the later period, and the 150,000 rounds of ammunition is just enough to fit a 2,500-strong force.

Of course, these 150,000 rounds of ammunition are an astronomical amount for the Eighth Route Army, and it is more than enough to equip a division. Based on the number of bullets in the personnel of the Eighth Route Army, it is already an astronomical amount for each soldier to take more than 10 bullets.

We often see that the Eighth Route Army always fights with devils, and the bigger reason is that because the number of bullets is insufficient, they can only put two guns and solve the battle with bayonets.

Lack of firepower phobia, this is the general opinion of everyone in later generations.

In addition to practicing marksmanship while hunting, you can also train your soldiers' ability to walk on foot. In the future, once their own special operations ideas mature, marching on foot will be the main mode of march for this force.

As for mechanized marching, even the Kuomintang did not have many vehicles, and the Eighth Route Army was even more impossible. Even if you rob a Japanese car, let's not talk about whether you can drive it, even if you can drive it, do you dare to drive it? The main road is basically guarded by devils, and a cannonball has to be scrapped by all the people in the car.

"Platoon commander, today we have more than 700 catties of prey, if we save a little, it will be enough for us to eat for half a year. However, we have also consumed more than 600 rounds of bullets, and the materials seized from the Xiaocaozhuang stronghold are all used up today."

Li Erniu first talked about today's harvest, and then his face was a little not very good, and he was very distressed.

Chen Feng didn't care about this, and directly waved his hand, "Tell the brothers, let's go hunting in another mountain tomorrow."

Time flies, and just three or two months pass quietly. And Chen Feng finally changed all the weapons of the platoon of soldiers under his hands from cold weapons to hot weapons.

Chen Feng looked at the whole platoon with a gun, although the brand was more miscellaneous, but it was able to release bullets and kill people, and he burst into tears for a while.

"Lao Tzu finally completed the first step he envisioned, and everyone had a gun."

Now that there are people and guns, Chen Feng's courage naturally grows little by little.

Starting from Xiaocaozhuang's stronghold, Chen Feng's movements are getting bigger and bigger, and this reputation naturally spreads little by little.

Now the entire independent regiment knows that the independent regiment has produced another person who can fight and fight. Among them, the happiest is Zhang Dabiao's, because Chen Feng's platoon just belongs to his people.

"Report to the platoon commander, and someone from the regiment headquarters will inform the platoon commander to go to Chenjiayu for a meeting."

Chen Feng was sitting cross-legged on the kang with several squad leaders, enjoying the seized Japanese cans and drinking Japanese sake. Hearing that the regiment headquarters had sent someone to inform him to go to the meeting, he hurriedly stood up, dusted off his clothes, and greeted Li Erniu and several squad leaders.