The three black crown sedans drove straight over, and after they stopped, more than a dozen senior officers came down from above, led by Lieutenant General Chi Shouzhuo, the commander of Corps A.

He was a tall middle-aged man, and he walked over with a vigorous tiger spirit, laughing and saying; "Hahaha...... Brother Rufeng, you just slipped away from the meeting, if it weren't for Deputy Commander Liu's reminder, I would have thought that you had gone down to the army, and it wouldn't be authentic to do this! ”

Wei Chi Shouzhuo is the first batch of secretaries of Lord Earl, the so-called "Five Tiger Generals" of Hongmen, Mo Rufeng is one of the second batch of "Nine Wolves", and the qualifications of the Guard Corps cultivated by Lord Earl are slightly inferior, this sentence "Brother Rufeng" is a polite title.

"Isn't Brother Shou asking for sin? I can't afford that. "Mo Rufeng is also a big man now, in charge of the B Army, and he can't be half a point weaker in terms of momentum, so a nail that is neither soft nor hard responds to the past.

Wei Chi Shou's clumsy eyes sharpened, and the momentum of being in the top position for a long time burst out, and then he smiled and stretched out his hand, clasped his hands tightly with Mo Rufeng, shook them vigorously twice, and said;

"Okay, you are Mo Rufeng, in the past few years, you have led the African Expeditionary Corps to expand your territory, and you have surrendered everywhere you go, and you really envy others.

The poor foolish brother could only guard Borneo and look through the autumn water, and he would never dare to return to Australia without permission unless he was summoned by adults, and he had to endure for eight or nine years to get this precious opportunity.

How old is the foolish brother, for everyone's sake, you can't fight with me this time, so let the foolish brother show his face in front of the earl, I thank you. ”

"Brother Shou's words are wrong, you and I each lead a corps to attack together, I don't dare to give private advice on the errand ordered by the Red Fort, the younger brother has a thin body and narrow shoulders, so he can't be angry with the earl, please forgive my brother."

"Brother Rufeng, you're not bored."

"The heavy responsibility is on my shoulders, I don't dare to slack off, I only ask my humble brother to be more considerate."

Seeing that Mo Rufeng's needle tip did not give in to Mai Mang, Wei Chi Shou's clumsy face turned his face unswervingly, and he immediately felt much better when he looked at the wild wolf light tank galloping all the way in the distance, and commanded casually; "Deputy Commander Liu, this is the tank battalion given to us by the General Staff, let's take it with us when we go back later, so as not to be worried about others."

"As you wish, Your Excellency, Commander." Major General Liu Shan raised his eyebrows and happily agreed.

The only tank battalion belonging to Corps A was assigned to the Second Division in Kalimantan, and Major General Liu Shan, deputy commander of the Corps and commander of the Second Division, was of course happy.

Brigadier General Moritz, the commander of the Shangri-La Division, kept his face dark and silent, and his heart was mixed.

Of course, he also wanted the tank battalion, but since Commander Wei Chi Shouclum's decision was made, as a soldier, he had to obey and had no room for bargaining.

No way, the situation is stronger than people!

Guarding Shangri-La, there was no way to fight or make new contributions, and it was hard to survive for eight or nine years, from colonel to brigadier general.

Look back again

At that time, when he was the commander of the third regiment, Mo Rufeng was still his deputy, a proper newcomer, but he has created a new situation in the African colonies over the years, and now he is the commander of the lieutenant general corps.

There is also this Li Xuanzhu, who was just a trainee platoon commander when he first came to the Third Regiment, and later was promoted all the way to the line of fire on the battlefield, from company commander to deputy battalion commander, and now nine years have passed, and he is also a newly baked brigadier general rank, side by side with himself.

People have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away!

"Ahem...... Brother Shou, everything has a first come, first come, I'm afraid it's not good for you to stick a lever horizontally, right? Mo Rufeng also felt a deep headache, but he had to say.

The worry question finally came, now there is only such a dissatisfied experimental tank battalion, everyone wants it, how to divide it?

To be honest, it can only be negotiated.

"Brother Rufeng, my A Corps is the main force in this battle, and it is the first to be put into the battlefield, or else, the equipment and personnel of this experimental tank battalion will be given to me first, you wait a little for the next batch, after all, the war is not going to start next month, maybe it is possible to wait for three or five months, don't rush at this time."

According to the combat principle set by the red pot, never fire the first shot.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move, and if the enemy moves, I will move first.

That is to say, the button for the outbreak of war is in the hands of the southern rebel states, and according to the war games of the Army General Staff Headquarters, the enemy may launch a cross-border attack within 2~3 months, thus detonating the war.

But this is just an deduction from all aspects, and no one knows for sure whether it will be advanced or postponed, after all, the whites in the southern rebel states will not follow your baton, and it is possible to launch an attack in advance when the tide of blood comes.

If that's the case, then it's going to be miserable.

Lieutenant General Mo Rufeng was furrowed in his heart, shook his head and replied; "That's not possible, Shangfeng did not make it clear which corps would be the first to enter the war, and it was necessary to be fully prepared before the war to deal with any unexpected situations that might occur.

If it's an artillery battalion, I'll give it to you, but this light tank battalion is really not good, and several grassroots officers here, Division Commander Li, have already decided on important people, and I have already agreed to his request, so it's not good to go back on my word in front of my subordinates.

It's not like that

Half of the personnel and equipment of this experimental tank battalion will be given to you this month, and then to our corps next month, and so on.

We will take the existing equipment and train first, accumulate experience and train seed officers, and I will also give the equipment of a 60-mm light field artillery battalion, what do you think? ”

"Okay, it's really not like we're two big men fighting over a small tank battalion." Lieutenant General Wei Chi Shouzhuo frowned at the Wild Wolf Light Tank galloping over, nodded and agreed to the other party's proposal.

The Wolf Light Tank looks okay from a distance, but it really doesn't look like it up close, the whole thing is a rough pile, with a stiff iron box on the tracked chassis, and the empty door behind the butt is exposed......

The crew members climbed down one by one, their faces were dusty, their bodies exuded a heavy smell of diesel fuel and sweat, and they were so tired that they sat on the grass.

This made Lieutenant General Wei Chi Shouchou, who had always been strict in governing the army, displeased him, and he also had great doubts about the combat effect of this new gadget, since Lieutenant General Mo Rufeng made concessions, he also agreed to push the boat down.

Not far from the shade of the trees

A large group of technicians were surrounding the experimental tank to check the condition of the vehicle and record the data, Bian Chunsong didn't want to say anything if he was really tired, jumped off the tank and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

If you weren't young and strong, you really couldn't bear to toss like this.

He also saw a lot of senior officers coming to the experimental site, but he really couldn't go up to flatter, he was already tired and paralyzed after 6 hours of extreme driving, what should he do!

"I'm tired, drink some water and rest."

Professor He Zuguang took a scoop of cool water and handed it over. Bian Chunsong took it with both hands, his hand holding the water scoop trembled, he didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one buried cow drink, and drank it happily.

"It's cool, it's finally alive again." Bian Chunsong wiped his mouth with his hand, and immediately turned into a five-flower face again.

Professor He Zuguang was distressed and amused, and took out another piece of milk chocolate from his pocket; "Eat it, stinky boy, this is really the last piece."

"Thank you, teacher, for being so good to me, Songzi will honor you in the future, if the little junior sister doesn't think I'm old, I can wait for her for a few years."

"You ......"

With a "flutter", Professor He Zuguang was amused by this witty remark, and raised his foot and was about to kick over.

Bian Chunsong sat on the ground and couldn't dodge, so he stuffed all the chocolate into his mouth in two bites, and said with a serious expression; "I mean, really, if you survive this war and you don't dislike it, what if I just wait a few years? Songzi is a person who knows gratitude, filial piety to the teacher should be due, in the future will be to serve your two elders to take care of the day, if unfortunately died on the battlefield, I will ask someone to send the military medal back to the teacher, leave a memory. ”

Listened to this

Professor He Zuguang's heart was sore, and his feet naturally couldn't kick down, so he stretched out his hand and slapped him on the head; "Don't say bad things, the teacher has found you a good chief, you must give me all the mustaches and tails back."

"Cheng, I'll try to ...... Please take care of your health, and know that loyalty and filial piety cannot be ...... both. ”

"Bah, bah, bah...... It is not allowed to say such depressing words, the gods and Buddhas bless the good fortune, and there are no taboos. Professor He Zuguang smacked a few mouthfuls, and arched his hands in the void.

He was an old-fashioned man, in awe of the ways of the gods and ghosts.

Now that the breakup is imminent, there are all kinds of words in my heart that I can't say, and in the end it only converges into one sentence; "Be vigilant on the battlefield, be sure to come back with all your mustaches, the teacher is waiting for you."

"Hmm...... Teacher ......"

"What?"

"Little sister, that matter......"

"Shut up, you little shit, you give me the heart to die."

"Huh...... That's it, I won't worry about this idleness. ”

Bian Chunsong laughed heartlessly after speaking, Professor He Zuguang really couldn't bear it, and still kicked it over......

The next day

On the military train to the south, 12 Wild Wolf light tanks wrapped tightly in canvas, 10 Tieniu heavy four-wheeled tractors, and dozens of 95-mm field guns were all firmly tied and parked on the long train and galloped all the way south.

In the carriage ahead

A large number of officers and sergeants sat in the seats of the carriages, sometimes reading, some napping, some chatting with melon seeds, and some were bored looking out the window at the scenery all the way back, not knowing what they were thinking.

Bian Chunsong, Li Zhong, Wu Baoli, and other young officers of the tank battalion wore straight uniforms and shiny leather shoes on their feet, and chatted around with a relaxed face, without the slightest trace of yesterday's dirty.

Their goal is Wisconsin, a small city located 10 kilometers north of Beilun City, which is mainly agricultural and animal husbandry, surrounded by vast mountains and pastures, and is a quiet and peaceful small city.

It is close to the front line, and the surrounding area is vast, and it is the location of the base camp of the B Corps and the station of the 1st Red Division.

The new number of the infantry division under the command of division commander Li Xuanzhu has come down, and its full name is the "Red River Valley Guards First Division", referred to as the "Red First Division", the soldiers of the division are drawn from the Red River Valley Militia Division with a high level of training, and the whole division has more than 8,800 soldiers (including tank battalions and cavalry regiments), and another regiment of supplementary soldiers, totaling more than 10,000 people.

As a result, the 1st Red River Valley Militia Division ceased to exist, and the remaining high-quality troops were transferred to the 2nd Kalimantan Division, with the Shangri-La Garrison as a supplementary army, and two infantry divisions each with a supplementary corps of 1,200 personnel.

The same treatment is also given to the Brisbane Militia Division, which is used to supplement the Kalimantan 2nd Division and the Shangri-La Garrison Division, which were originally framework divisions, and only brought officers and non-commissioned officers to Australia, no soldiers, and all reached the full quota of 8,800 after replenishment.

The backbone of the officers of the 1st Red Division was supplemented by the African Expeditionary Corps, and after the arrival of the train, it immediately entered a state of fully closed training, hoping to have full combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

A moment of relaxation on the train was just a little time before intense military training.