"It's nothing, Lao Chen, hurry up, I'll go first and inspect the station." Yuan Pengfei commanded, nodded with the others, and walked out of the room.

Talk less, do less, contact less, and hide your identity is the only way.

And its predecessor itself was a man of few words, so no one would feel wrong.

He continued to sort out his thoughts as he walked.

The current time is November 1940, not long after the Battle of the Hundred Regiments. The casualties of the troops of the independent regiment were not small, and the entire company was not yet fully staffed.

Yuan Pengfei used to be the deputy of the third company, and after the company commander died on the battlefield, he was promoted to replace the company commander. Therefore, it can be said that he picked up a ready-made one and directly became the leader of the company.

Chen Qiao was also promoted from the platoon commander below, and he has been partnered with him for half a month, and the two get along quite well, basically there is no conflict, and the cooperation can be regarded as complementary.

In the environment where the head of the regiment, Li Yunlong, and the political commissar Zhao Gang, quarreled every three days and roared every five days, this harmony was even more precious.

The other two who slept with them on the same kang, the thin and tall man was the clerk of the company, he had gone to high school and read private school for two days, and the soldiers called him Xiucai. It is a rare cultural person in the independent regiment and is particularly precious.

That is to say, their battalion is the most valued, just like being raised by the mother in the regiment, so each company is equipped with paperwork. In the second and third battalions, don't even think about this kind of beautiful thing.

The other medium-sized, dark-faced man was the secretary of the company, and his comrades privately called him the black-faced old man. As the logistics management of the company, food, equipment, materials, and funds are all under his control.

However, how many belongings does the Eighth Route Army have, and only two people in the company can share one gun in terms of equipment, and each gun is only five bullets, and the poor are almost pants. The rest of the soldiers can only make up the numbers with big swords and spears, and they still look like a half-cold weapon army.

When it comes to food, this is not the affluent era of the later years. There are many cases of people dying of starvation in these years, who hasn't seen it!

Under the blockade of the Japanese puppet army, and there was no central government to distribute material supplies, the little food of the Eighth Route Army was saved by the people in the base areas one by one. Not to mention that you are full, what you can eat is considered good.

is the head of the regiment, most of the time a meal is also two corn nests, plus a bowl of wild vegetable soup to deal with a meal, it is impossible to enjoy it.

Finally, when it comes to materials and funds, it is even more miserable. There are only a few dozen sets of winter clothes left in the whole company, and there are only three or four sets of winter clothes in each class on average.

On weekdays, only soldiers on duty stand guard wear it. The rest of the warriors were dressed in single clothes and shivered in the winter.

funds, even the remaining 100 people, may not be able to come up with two pieces of the ocean. Just a few border tickets, buy a little grain in the base area, and when you get to the county town controlled by the devil, it is worthless.

In such a poor situation, this secretary is not easy to be. Provide the best logistics support for the soldiers as much as possible, but not consume too much and exhaust the stored supplies. So he could only detain and search, and was jokingly called a black-faced old man by the soldiers.

"Company commander."

When the sentry saw Yuan Pengfei, he hurriedly raised his gun and saluted, his face was full of reverence, he was a veteran under Yuan Pengfei.

Yuan Pengfei's memory appeared in his mind for a moment, and he blurted out: "Xiao Wang, there was nothing wrong with last night, right?" ”

Xiao Wang: "Report to the company commander, last night was safe and sound, everything is normal." ”

Yuan Pengfei reacted this time, put on a company commander's appearance, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's hard work, go back and drink a bowl of ginger soup when you change the guard, don't freeze your body." ”

"Yes, company commander."

Xiao Wang opened his mouth and happily agreed.

It's just that his smile is a little scary.

After a night on duty, although he was wearing cotton clothes, he could withstand such freezing. Xiao Wang's face was already blue from the cold, and his body was still shivering.

Yuan Pengfei looked at it and felt very unbearable in his heart, remembering that this little Wang seemed to be less than 20 years old, as old as he was before he crossed over.

But what kind of life are these college students living?

What kind of life did the soldiers who fought bloody battles on this battlefield live?

There's no comparison.

And it was these soldiers who dedicated their youth and their lives to fight devils in the most difficult environment and drove the enemy away, so that they had their happy days later.

If he could make a shuttle between the two realms and bring modern supplies or something, as some novels wrote, it would be excellent.

The little devil wants to survive for 8 years, it's all a dream.

But this time it was his dream, he was at most a soul shuttling, cumin, nothing.

There is only a little forward-looking memory left, and I don't need it yet.

"Alas"

Walking around the village, Yuan Pengfei also saw the bright posts and secret posts on duty along the way, greeted them one by one, confirmed that there was no situation, and then walked to the company's training ground.

In fact, there is no way to do this, the Japanese devils are particularly arrogant, and they also have the initiative in the war.

As long as the clues of the Eighth Route Army are discovered, and a part of it is sure to be swept and annihilated, it will brazenly launch an attack.

And for the veterans of the Independent Regiment, no one will forget the battle of Yangcun.

The devil's Yamamoto commando was originally going to sneak attack the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army in Daxia Bay, but when they passed through Yang Village, they were discovered by the sentries of the second battalion and fought a night encounter, with a battle loss ratio of 200:1.

The other one, too, only left a steel helmet, not a corpse, and seemed to be only injured.

The independent regiment was angrily buttoned up by the boss as a dough hat, the regiment commander Kong Jie was directly dismissed, and the second battalion suffered heavy casualties and was reduced to a reinforced company.

This is not just a shame for the Separate Regiment, but also for each and every one of their soldiers.

After the new regiment commander Li Yunlong was transferred, he quickly made the soldiers unite as one and be ready to face shame at all times by telling about the spirit of the wild wolf, as well as holding meetings and conducting training.

And middle-level cadres like Yuan Pengfei at the company and battalion level have also learned a lot of lessons in the first battle.

Each company had to send two sentry posts, one bright and one dark, to be supervised and inspected by the battalion to be vigilant against the enemy's attack.

They don't want to suffer another humiliation.