A few days later, in the open space in the southwest corner of Mangshi, boxes of supplies were stacked on both sides of the road, and all kinds of trucks, mules and horses were parked around, and countless soldiers were busy loading them.

Now it has become a logistics transfer station for the Third Division, and a large number of materials sent from the rear are gathered here, and then sent to each company and platoon by baggage soldiers.

"Oh my mother, I'm dead...... Brother Zhou, do you think these boxes are right? ”

A thin soldier struggled to load the large boxes of ammunition onto the truck.

"Thirty boxes of ammunition for submachine guns, two boxes of 7.62 bullets, and scattered and grenades...... Well, that's all, hurry up and send it back to the company. ”

Monk Zhou took a list and checked them one by one, don't look at his five big and three thick, he was also careful in this regard, and only after confirming that it was correct did he beckon his subordinates to start loading.

"Hehe, great monk, squad leader Mo didn't come today? Everything is all right, right? ”

Feng San, the commander of the baggage company who was in charge of the deployment of this piece of material, came over and said hello with a smile.

"Hey, Company Commander Feng, Lao Mo can't leave today because of something, but he is not a squad leader now, and he has been promoted to company commander."

Monk Zhou touched his shiny head and spoke triumphantly.

Because I often come to the transport group to pull supplies, I am familiar with several stewards here.

"Oh, then congratulations to him, he became a company commander at a young age, and his future is immeasurable." Feng San, who was in his fifties, smiled like an old fox, and couldn't stop praising it.

"Oh, Company Commander Feng, why are you so polite today? We are all real people, you can tell us anything. ”

Monk Zhou is really a little confused, this old guy is a landlord and old wealth on weekdays, the slightest mistake in the face collapses faster than anyone else, if you want to get more things from him, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky, how did you suddenly change your face today.

"Hehe, actually, it's nothing. That one... I heard that your company is going to be assigned to the chariot battalion, right? Feng San rolled his eyes and asked pointedly.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

In the last attack on Mangshi, Monk Zhou's squad was the first team to rush into the city, and with the cooperation of armored vehicles, several firepower points were captured. Later, in the battle with the 18th Division, he also annihilated countless enemies and made great contributions.

A group of grassroots officers who were killed or wounded in the Mangshi Resistance Battle withdrew from the battle sequence one after another, and each company and platoon urgently needed to promote a group of officers to replace their positions, and the squad leader Mo Youcai was promoted to become a company commander because of his meritorious service in two battles, and Monk Zhou also mixed into a platoon commander.

Seeing the initial results of Butan's coordination, Chen Jize decided to add two infantry companies to the chariot battalion of the third regiment to continue to cooperate and cooperate, and Monk Zhou and his company happened to be divided into them.

Feng San received an affirmative answer, and immediately showed joy on his face, quietly pulled Monk Zhou into the corner, and said with a smile: "What, I have a nephew, who used to be an errand boy in the armored corps under Chief Du, who can drive tanks, and he also fought in the defense of Nanjing back then." ”

"And then?"

"Alas... Do you know that how many people who came out of that ghost place in Nanjing alive can live in peace? My nephew's tank crew was set on fire by the little devil, and he was also burned to the flesh, but fortunately, his fellow villagers found out that he was not dead, and saved him and picked up his life. ”

Feng San turned his head behind him as he spoke, and Monk Zhou looked in the direction he pointed, where a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old senior soldier was standing quietly next to the truck.

I saw him standing there expressionless and silent, there was no joy or anger in his dark eyes, half of his face was burned, and as his cheeks extended to the depths of his neck, perhaps the scars under the clothes were even more hideous.

"Amitabha, it's really not easy..."

Seeing the tragic situation of the young man, Monk Zhou couldn't help but sigh. He was originally a monk, because the Japanese invaders no longer had the heart to recite the scriptures, and together with a few brothers and sisters went down the mountain to join the army to resist the Japanese, and he was the only one left alive today.

Feng San saw that there was a play, took Monk Zhou's hand and said solemnly: "Brother, haven't you heard that you have even been transferred to the chariot battalion, my nephew has no other ability, that is, he can drive a tank, do you want to go back with you, and see if you can mix with a tank driver in the back." ”

"Ahh This...... Company Commander Feng, why did you come to me about this? Monk Zhou was surprised, he didn't expect Feng San to want to stuff people in him.

"Originally, I wanted to find Lao Mo, and you also know that we are fellow villagers, but didn't he come today."

"No, you want him to drive a tank and go directly to the people on the tank battalion, we used to be only infantrymen, not a hit." Monk Zhou had a black line on his face.

Feng San's face changed slightly, and he said with some anger: "I've looked for it a long time ago, Damn's egg-colored gang are all lords with nostrils facing the sky, how can I be happy?" ”

Speaking of this, Feng San is also helpless, the most important boss has already sent a group of drivers over, there is no vacancy, he thinks about letting his nephew enter the chariot battalion first, maybe he will be able to use it later?

"Alas... This kid's life is hard, his hometown ancestral house was occupied by devils, and my sister and brother-in-law are nowhere to be found, he recuperated in the rear for two years before recovering, and returned to the army after recovering from his injuries, which is not now a driver under my hands. ”

Speaking of this, Feng San's eyes were a little moist, and the tragic experience of his nephew made him cry all over the place.

"Brother Feng, don't... Hey, this..."

Monk Zhou was straight-eyed, and he didn't know what to do when he saw this scene, so he had to tell the truth: "If you want me to talk about it, how good it is to stay in the baggage camp, not to mention the oil and water, not to mention the low risk, it's like we put our heads on the waistband of our pants every day, and we go to see the Buddha in the cold." ”

"I also said it, but that kid is dead, and his only wish is to be able to drive a tank to kill the Japanese again, and avenge his parents and dead comrades, if he hadn't been pestering me, I wouldn't be happy about such trouble."

Feng San sighed, looked left and right and saw that no one was paying attention to them, and put his arm around Monk Zhou's neck and whispered, "Aren't you even replenishing the troops?" One more of him, not too much, one of a lot, not all of a word? Don't worry, there's something good in the back, doesn't the old brother still think about you? Really..."

Monk Zhou thought about it seriously, this old fox didn't dare to offend, don't look at his small official, the materials of several battalions are under his control, maybe he will really have to ask others to do things later.

"That's it! You ask him to come over and show me, first say okay, no one dares to pack a ticket on the battlefield, and I can't care if he gets into the armor later. ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, as long as you take a little care of it on the battlefield."

Feng San was overjoyed, this matter was finally done, and he immediately turned around and greeted the young man: "Chen Tang, come here!" ”

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