"Camp Commander Shen, the situation in the teaching camp is not good!"

"There are quite a few recruits who are ready to leave, and even a dozen have already left."

A company commander reported to Shen Quan worriedly.

The so-called training battalion generally refers to non-combat units used for training and training, but in fact it is a recruit battalion, and it is called differently.

In the training camp of the Independent Regiment, there are more than 500 prisoners of war of the Central Army who were rescued from the prisoner of war camp in Liao County not long ago, but to be precise, they are all called recruits of the Independent Regiment now.

At present, Shen Quan is temporarily serving as the commander of the training battalion, and he is stationed in a small village called Xujiawa on the left side of Yang Village.

Because of the serious shortage of qualified officers, the training battalion now has only battalion and company-level cadres, and only Shen Quan and one company commander from battalion to battalion.

Usually, this company commander is in charge of the training and training camp.

"It's fine."

Shen Quan, who had just come from the regiment headquarters, smiled and said in a calm tone.

Someone wanted to leave, and there were quite a few of them, to be expected.

Although the prisoners of war rescued from the prisoners of war in Liaoxian County, after hearing the name of the regiment commander, under the propaganda of the political commissar, almost all of them joined the Eighth Route Army.

However, strict discipline - not allowed to take a stitch from the masses, not allowed to beat, scold and bully the common people, violators will be confined at the least, shot directly at the worst, and often help the people to work, these former Central Army soldiers will inevitably find it difficult for some of them to adapt.

Difficult conditions - Yang Village is limited in scale, there are not many houses, and most of them are dilapidated, even if you add several surrounding villages and an independent regiment of 1,800 people, it is difficult for all soldiers to have dormitories.

Many people can only squeeze in one room, a dozen people, or even two dozen people, in one room.

Warm clothes and quilts are also seriously insufficient.

The regiment commander brought 200 sets of military uniforms from the clothing factory at the headquarters, but it was not enough to supply a battalion, let alone more than 500 recruits, so they were still wearing the clothes of the prisoner of war camp.

I brought some devils' clothes and quilts from the Liao County prisoner of war camp, and it was also a drop in the bucket.

After a few days, there will inevitably be many people who begin to waver, some already want to take a look, and some are ready to slip away after a while, or find an opportunity to return to the Central Army.

"Didn't the head of the regiment say that? If you want to leave, let them go, and give some food as a plate. ”

Shen Quan continued.

Then, Shen Quan said to the cooking class who came with him:

"Start preparing the meal."

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An hour later.

"The food of the Eighth Route Army is really good!"

"No, before you put it, you have to wait in a long line to eat."

"Battalion Commander Shen is also here today, it seems that what Political Commissar Zhao said is right, this Eighth Route Army, everyone eats the same."

"If you can eat this, even if the weapons are a little worse and the clothes are not all tattered, labor and management are willing to stay here!"

In the simple camp of the training camp, outside the makeshift canteen, a group of prisoners of war still wearing shabby winter uniforms of the Central Army squatted on the ground, holding porcelain bowls, and gulping the white gnocchi in the bowls.

Although basically no ingredients were added, only a little salt was put in the cooking class, and the lard was still in storage, all the prisoners of war, who should not be called the new soldiers of the independent regiment now, ate with relish and smiled.

After a while, all the gnocchi in the bowl was in the stomach, and even the bowl was licked clean.

Not to mention in the devil prisoner of war camp, even during the Central Army period, during the Battle of Xinkou, as the head soldiers, they had never eaten such delicious food!

White gnocchi!

It's still a whole bowl, the soup only accounts for a small part, and the amount of white gnocchi is full, and it is estimated that this bowl uses three taels of white noodles, and even the soup in the bowl has caught up with the white batter they drank before.

In the Central Army, you have to be a platoon commander to eat.

In fact, as the Central Army, they are still different from other Sichuan troops, the supplies are much more abundant, and it is impossible to eat white noodles once, but it is still no problem to eat once in a while.

It's just that this group of former Central Army leaders naturally know in their hearts that even if they are allocated by their superiors, it will not be possible for them to reach their mouths!

The other recruit drank the soup from the bowl, licked the bowl again, and said with a sigh of relief:

"Yesterday I ate white flour buns, and today I have white gnocchi."

"This Eighth Route Army won't eat white noodles all the time, right?!"

"Impossible."

The first recruit to speak shook his head flatly, but there was a clear hint of unfinished meaning in his tone.

When they were in the Central Army, they couldn't even be a platoon commander, they had to be company commanders and battalion commanders, and if they were fighting on the front line, even only regiment commanders could eat them.

"It's definitely impossible."

"If only I could eat two or three meals a month, that's fine."

Licking his lips and touching his half-full belly, another recruit spoke.

It's delicious, a bowl full of white gnocchi, and the portion is also very large, but now it's winter, and they only have a thin shabby military uniform, and this bowl can only be considered half full at most.

But it was enough, the recruit comforted himself in his heart.

When I was in the Central Army, I couldn't eat white noodles, not to mention, I could only eat half full!

"Come here and add a bowl!"

"If you haven't eaten enough, come and add bowls."

"The head of the regiment said, from today onwards, every morning, lunch and dinner will be full, and if you are not full, you will come to add bowls, but waste is not allowed, and whoever dares to waste food will be punished for running five kilometers off-road."

Suddenly, the voice of the leader of the cooking squad came from the other side of the room.

"Can you add a bowl?"

The recruits were shocked.

These big-headed soldiers, not to mention that they can eat white noodles, but they can also add bowls?

Shouldn't the food in the army be fast and slow, how can you still add bowls?

It even said that the order given by the regiment commander that from today onwards, the independent regiment will be fully charged?

Almost everyone was stunned, subconsciously thinking that they had misheard, so that no one went to add bowls.

Really, this thing is incredible.

"No one wants to add bowls?"

The sound of the cooking class made all the recruits wake up like a dream and rushed to the temporary room.

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After a hearty meal, all the recruits who had just left the prisoner of war camp and joined the independent regiment were all smiling.

How long has it been since you've had a full meal?

Some soldiers counted with their fingers and found that they had never eaten such a full meal since they joined the army.

Even if they were the Central Army before, the so-called descendants.

"In the past, when I was in the Central Army, those commanders said every day that the food on the Eighth Road was poor, worse than the food of pigs."

A recruit touched his stomach, pinched his teeth, and cursed:

"Clean fucking liar."

"Do you believe what they say?" Immediately, a recruit answered in a disdainful tone: "Those people also said that they had five Dayang military salaries every month, but they all went into their own pockets, and we didn't see a single hair." ”

"I think those chiefs are right." There is a new recruit's yin and yang weirdness: "What we eat now is indeed not as good as those pigs, they have meat all of a sudden!" ”

"Hahaha..."

The recruits around were stunned, and then understood the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Damn, labor and management are going to work here."

"Stay here and follow Captain Li to fight devils!"

After the laughter ended, the recruit with the tooth flower at the beginning suddenly said loudly:

"Even if the equipment is poor, at least I can eat enough every day, and even if I die, I am still a full ghost."

"Yes, labor and management are also working here."

After a full meal, and the promise of a full meal in the future, a large part of the people in the camp decided to stay.

But there are still some people who are still hesitating - although they have only been in the independent regiment for two days, they have already seen that the weapons of the Eighth Route Army are indeed very poor, and they are also poorly dressed, only a small number of people are wearing new military uniforms, and most of them are tattered military uniforms.

"Assemble."

After a ten-minute break after dinner, Shen Quan, who was in charge of the training of the teaching camp, gave the order to assemble:

"Take the platoon as a unit, come and get the uniform."

Again, an hour passed.

All 501 recruits of the training battalion put on their new military uniforms and lined up in the open space outside the entrance of Xujia Village.

In fact, at the beginning, the number of prisoners of war of the Central Army who joined the training camp was 517, but after more than a day, more than a dozen people have left.

In front of the open space, Li Yunlong stood straight and said in a loud voice:

"From the moment you put on this military uniform, you are the soldiers of the 386th Brigade Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army."

"It's my brother Li Yunlong."

"In the words of our Eighth Route Army, we are all comrades!"

"From now on, you will follow me Li Yunlong, fight hard with the little devil's machine gun and cannon, and fight with the devil."

Next to Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang subconsciously frowned when he heard Li Yunlong say that they were all brothers, but he looked at the more than 500 recruits under the stand, and his brows gradually eased.

The longer he stayed at the grassroots level, the more Zhao Gang felt that the implementation of many rules and regulations could not be rigid.

"I'm sure you've all heard of it."

"I, Li Yunlong, once led a new regiment to defeat the Sakata United head-on, and also killed the old devil of Sakata."

"But you also need to know."

"In that less than two hours of fighting, more than 200 soldiers of the new regiment fell under the bayonets of the devils, and more than 200 soldiers were wounded, and most of them were seriously wounded, including Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion of the new regiment."

"The total strength of the new regiment is only more than 1,400 people."

"In just two hours of fighting, one out of every three fighters in the new regiment was wounded or fell under the guns of the devils."

As the words fell, the recruits of the training battalion, who were still immersed in the new and warm new military uniforms, and the recruits in the new army shoes, fell silent.

The group in front of them are all veterans.

They all fought with devils in the Battle of Xinkou, and many of them slashed the lives of devils, and even most of them had very rich combat experience, serving in the Central Army for more than a year.

So many people know what a tragic battle in just two hours, with a one-third casualty rate.

"Now, I can give you a chance."

Li Yunlong said in a calm tone:

"If you want to leave and take off this military uniform, I, Li Yunlong, will not embarrass you, and I will give you some food as a plate."

"But if you decide to stay, then you have to be ready to fall under the guns of the devils and under the bayonets."