Feng Ye missed lunch, and Zhang Changyuan, who had been busy all morning, basically didn't eat, because he did his best to chat with these remnants.

"Feng Yi, this way"

Feng Ye had just walked out of the division headquarters when a tired voice sounded, and he saw Zhang Changyuan waving at him.

"Deputy head of the regiment, what's the matter, who owes you money and doesn't pay it back"

Looking at Zhang Changyuan's bitter and hateful appearance, Feng Yi asked in surprise.

"If you haven't eaten, let's go, I got some delicious food, thank you"

Zhang Changyuan didn't answer, but dragged Feng Ye and walked directly.

As the second-in-command of the 62nd Regiment, in the camp, Zhang Changyuan had his own independent barracks, a small single room, at this time, a table was placed in the room, a whole roast chicken was placed in the middle of the table, and a bamboo basket was placed next to the braised chicken, which was filled with peanuts, and a few small dishes were placed around, as well as a jar of wine, so the wooden table was full.

As soon as he entered the door, Feng Ye was stunned when he saw the dishes on the table, how long had it been since he had eaten such a good banquet

"Come, sit"

Seeing Feng Yi's stunned movements, Zhang Changyuan beckoned, put the things in his hand aside, took the wine jar, and began to pour wine into the two clay bowls.

"This is what I owe you, in fact, many officers of the 11th Division owe you a chicken, but they can't pay it back, and they all died on the Songhu battlefield."

Zhang Changyuan shook his head, smiled bitterly, and sat down on his own.

"Deputy head of the regiment, why don't you know when you owe me" Feng Yi looked at Zhang Changyuan in surprise.

"You definitely don't know, this is a promise we made on the battlefield, come back alive, of course we have to fulfill it, sit down and don't stand."

Zhang Changyuan urged, and Feng Yi sat down with a puzzled expression.

"You have a good marksmanship, for this, come, do a bowl."

Zhang Changyuan raised the bowl, raised his head and drank it.

"I'll come"

Feng Ye followed and drank dry, the wine was not a good wine, it was ordinary rice wine, after Feng Ye swallowed it, he rushed to pick up the wine jar and fill it for Zhang Changyuan.

"Eat, this one is yours."

Zhang Changyuan reached out and tore off a chicken leg, dragging a large piece of meat on it, and placed it in the empty bowl in front of Feng Yi.

And Zhang Changyuan himself grabbed a handful of peanuts, put them in front of him, and began to peel peanuts.

"How was it at the Political Training Office today?"

Zhang Changyuan asked Feng Ng, and he could see that Feng Que was not happy when he came out of the division headquarters.

"Not good, they distort the facts."

Feng Yi gnawed on the chicken leg in his mouth, and said vaguely, there is meat to eat, which makes Feng Yi forget the unhappiness of the afternoon a little, eating meat is a luxury for Chinese soldiers in this era.

"No, didn't the division commander say hello, they still dare to embarrass you?"

Zhang Changyuan asked in surprise.

"Not really, they just want to glorify some of our experiences of breaking through from Nanjing."

Feng Yi pulled another piece of chicken, his hands were full of oil, and he shook his head as he ate.

"Oh, that's fine, just listen to their arrangement, it's good for you."

Zhang Changyuan breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes swept over, and found that less than a third of the whole roast chicken was left, and the chicken wings and chicken legs were gone.

"Holy shit."

Zhang Changyuan didn't say anything, grabbed the rest of the roast chicken and started to gnaw, he didn't expect Feng Yi to be so unkind

"Hmm."

Zhang Changyuan took a few bites, Feng Yi picked up the wine bowl and gestured towards him, Zhang Changyuan also had meat in his mouth, nodded, raised it, and the two of them took a sip and continued to deal with the chicken.

After a few minutes, the two men stared at the table at the same time, the plate containing the roast chicken was empty, and the oil splashes on it showed that some kind of meat product had once existed here.

"Hehe, drink"

The two of them laughed at the same time and raised their wine bowls.

"By the way, how is your day over there?"

Feng Yi put down the wine bowl and finally remembered what Zhang Changyuan was doing today.

"It's not good, there are not many brothers in the 11th Division, except for the 4 original death battalions, there are only more than 20 others, and none of them belong to our regiment; Of the rest, only nine were willing to stay, and the rest had to return to their original units; Do you know what that means?"

Zhang Changyuan asked.

"What" Feng Yi shook his head, took the chopsticks and began to eat various side dishes.

"The division will assign all the brothers in the original death camp to you and let you manage it in a unified manner, but there are not many people, there are only more than twenty in total."

Zhang Changyuan reminded Feng Yi.

Feng Yi shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand.

"Now there are not many veterans in the 11th Division, there are a lot of supplementary soldiers coming in, and each company can be assigned less than 50 veterans.

"Hey, these remnants who came out of Nanjing are good, I understand, there are many 87th Division, 88th Division, and Teaching Corps, and many of them are squad platoon leaders, you can leave them behind, as long as they are willing, you will definitely get more than a company commander."

Zhang Changyuan said one stop and one paragraph, prompting Feng Yi.

"I want to think about it."

Feng Yi nodded, indicating that he understood.

In fact, Zhang Changyuan has already made it very clear that Feng Ye can now build the skeleton of a company at most with less than thirty veterans of the death battalion, and this requires him to bring out the squad and platoon leader himself, if he can leave all these remnants, then he may be the battalion commander, because there are enough veterans under his command, and there are enough veterans who can become grassroots squad and platoon leaders.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if it's for the teaching corps or other troops, as long as they volunteer to stay, the division will have a legitimate reason to send their commander back, besides, we still have Chief Chen to cover."

Zhang Changyuan reminded Feng Yi.

Feng Ye knew this group of brothers too well, all the way out of Nanjing, there were very few people who volunteered to break through, and the rest of the people were forced, forced by military law and guns, Feng Ye took them to a brutal battle, in order to resist the incorporation, and even took them to confront the 52nd Division, and now let Feng Ye reverse the promise he made, Feng Ye doesn't know what to say, besides, even if Feng Ye puts down his face and loses his prestige, even if these people stay, he may not be able to do it in the future.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it, I made a promise myself, let them come and go freely, let them go"

Feng Yi shook his head, smiled bitterly and raised the wine bowl, the wine in it was Feng Ye in contemplation, and Zhang Changyuan continued to serve.

"Hey, do you know that the higher you are, the easier it is to survive the war, the easier it is to get the merits, and the higher you are, the greater your room for improvement; Look at me, I was only a squad leader when I graduated from the military academy, and now I am only the deputy regiment commander, do you understand?"

Zhang Changyuan looked like he hated iron but not steel, and even did not hesitate to use himself as a metaphor.

"Commander, I don't want to be promoted and get rich, I just hope that when I run away from the Japanese, I will still have the life to retire and go home."

With a smile on Feng Ye's face, going home seemed to have become his eternal expectation.