The wounded soldiers were treated in the hospital, and the medical conditions were not worried about the medical conditions now, and the logistical support of the Americans could still reassure him, and after burying the fallen brothers, he was not thinking about training, but about replenishing the supply of soldiers.

"Feng, I've done my best, your government has no plans to replenish for you; As you can see, in addition to you, we in the U.S. government have formed new units in the base that will work with you on missions. ”

Stilwell spread his hands, when he first set up this force, he originally thought that the Chinese government would keep them at full strength, but he thought that the Nationalist government was thinking of a hammer deal.

As for the U.S. troops mentioned by Stilwell, Feng Ye has already learned a little from the training base, that is, Unit 5307 under Brigadier General Haig, also known as the Galahat Unit; Now they and Feng Yi's commandos form a Sino-American mixed assault force, which is still directly under Stilwell's command.

This group of American GIs was not composed of the recruits that Feng imagined, he came from the United States, and most of them had some combat experience; But it was these combat experiences in Europe and the United States that made Feng Ye very worried, because their experience has now become a burden to them.

Perhaps because Stilwell felt that there were too many things, Feng Ye's immediate boss was now Brigadier General Haig, because he was now the head of the first detachment of the Sino-American mixed assault force, and the leader of the second detachment was an American, and they all called him Colonel Hante.

"After coming back for so many days, Wang Ning and Zhang Chuan have trained very well, and your marksmanship and squad tactics can now be completed; But what I want to say is that you have forgotten the fundamentals of our Chinese soldiers; Forget our primitive instinct to fight bloody battles with devils on the domestic battlefield. ”

On the training ground, in front of nearly 3,000 people, Feng Ye was not polite at all, with a dark face, and began to lecture into the microphone.

"When we were at home, fighting bayonets became the basis for us to be able to fight to the death with the devils; Now that you have forgotten, I don't know if it was your evasion or Thomson in his hands that he forgot that instinct; I don't want to know why now? What I'm telling you is: shooting, even if it's Thomson, is the way to fight from fifty meters away; Once the devil is within fifty meters, there is always only one means to win the battle, and that is the bayonet; The bayonet is not only the embodiment of courage, but also the foundation of our close hand-to-hand combat; Don't think that if the guns are good, there will never be a chance to fight in the white knuckle, and the ferocity of the devil is not what you can imagine. ”

Feng Ye shouted, in fact, everyone here, except for the few who had been following him from Songhu, they had not experienced a brutal white-knuckle battle until now.

"Everyone, from now on, must train in white-knuckle combat!"

"Min Fei, Wang Ning, Zhang Chuan!"

Feng Ye shouted.

"Here!"

The three veterans who had been following Feng Ye took a step forward from the queue, sweating on their foreheads, and shouted loudly.

"From this day onwards, the three of you, organize all the brethren to train in white-knuckle warfare; Americans have a lot of protective gear and good medical conditions; All must train in a state of readiness for battle, and I would rather lay in the hospital with unqualified brethren than die on the battlefield; Do you understand? ”

Feng Ye shouted.

"Yes!"

The three of them saluted at the same time, and at this time, they finally remembered the white-knuckle battle they had experienced, and in the chaotic battlefield, the last means of killing the enemy was not even a bayonet, but a fist or even a tooth.

"A battalion, listen to my commands......"

Feng Yi is still accustomed to using the national army to organize and train commandos, a team of nearly 3,000 people, three battalions plus the troops directly under the regiment headquarters, all of which are trained in the password; After making a few rounds, Feng was called back to the office by the signal soldier's report.

"Detachment leader, domestic telegraph."

The communications soldier held the telegram in his hand, densely covered with words, and his hands kept shaking, as if something serious had happened.

"Where's Captain Wang?"

Feng Yi asked casually, Wang Ying is now the director of the communication room, and it was not her who came to find him today, which made Feng Ying feel a little unusual.

"She was a little unwell and went back to rest."

The signal soldier lowered his head and answered Feng Yi's question.

"What do you mean?"

Feng Yi looked at the telegram and was a little puzzled.

Not only did Feng Yi not understand the telegram, but also the communication soldiers and officers who translated the telegram; It's the lack of understanding that makes them very uneasy.

"Got it."

"Call back: Thanks to the trust of the chief, our number is still the Central Commando of the National Government, please know the commander's department."

Feng Yi thought for a moment and replied with an ambiguous message.

"Something, transfer the call to my dorm."

After Feng Yi explained, he took the telegram and went directly back to his officer's dormitory, which still made him feel relieved.

The ambiguous telegram in Feng Yi's hand had to start when Chen Cheng left the Ramgar training base, although it was already a few days ago.

When Chen Cheng was in India, he had already learned about Feng Yi's resume from the telegram, from the time he entered the school and there was a record; But he learned more about it when he returned to Chongqing.

"Courageous, lucky enough to fight!"

This is Chen Cheng's first impression after reading Feng Yi's resume.

"Humph! These bureaucrats, they may be afraid of his status as a deserter. ”

Chen Cheng let out a sigh of relief in the office, but it was rare to see no anger on his face, but a smile on his face.

"After the famous family in Guangdong, the military academy graduate, the eldest son, and the ...... who can fight"

Chen Cheng's summary is very dry, and the more he thinks about Feng Yi's resume in his mind, the more interesting he feels.

"Looks like this is a cult talent!"

This is Chen Cheng's final conclusion.

Perhaps for Chen Cheng now, as long as he can fight the war, use it for himself, and not become the government's biggest enemy, it will not be difficult for him to control.

"Someone came, in the name of the Ministry of Military Affairs to generate electricity......"

So this obscure and long telegram reached Feng Yi's hands; For a person of his status, let alone such a telegram, even if he wants to send a book by telegram, I am afraid that it will be delivered to Feng Ye word for word.

"Bang ......"

Chen Cheng has a lot of things to do every day, and he forgets about it after he finishes this thing that interests him; But the people below did not dare to forget, and in less than an hour, there was a knock on his office door.

"Sir, Feng Yi called back."

The clerk who came in handed over a telegram from the clip.

"Oh!"

Feng Yi's reply was very simple, and Chen Cheng didn't understand what it meant after reading it, did he accept that he got an olive branch?

"Sir?"

The clerk asked tentatively, it stands to reason that, under normal circumstances, a telegram would have to be replied to immediately; But the people he was dealing with were not ordinary, and all he had tentative questions.

"Yes."

Chen Cheng didn't speak, waved his hand, and motioned for the clerk to go out, he wanted to stay by himself for a while.