The next morning.

As soon as the sky was slightly bright, Zhang Yun and deputy platoon commander Liu Changqing were already standing straight on the village's wheat drying field, which was also the training ground for the troops.

Zhang Yun was dressed in the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, with an armed belt around his waist and a box gun, looking mighty and upright, and his weapons were extraordinary, but unfortunately there were already a lot of patches on the military uniform, which looked a little down. Liu Changqing was also wearing an old military uniform of the Eighth Route Army, carrying a brand-new Type 38 rifle, and he also stood upright, showing the tenacity and martial might of the old Red Army.

At this time, the three squad leaders were already busy in the dormitory according to yesterday's requirements, and the veterans had finished washing and were helping the recruits to sort out the bedding and take care of their clothes. Although there are no conditions for recruits to wear military uniforms, leggings, belts, etc. have made recruits initially realize that they have completed the identity transition from farmers to soldiers.

After a while, Liu Changqing, deputy platoon commander, watched the veterans and recruits of the three squads arrive at the playground one after another, and said to Zhang Yun with some complaints, "It's a little slow."

"They are all recruits, and their mentality and habits have not yet changed, which is normal", Zhang Yun is not in a hurry. Seeing that the veterans under the leadership of the three squad leaders were able to help the recruits sort out their internal affairs, Zhang Yun was full of satisfaction. This is the role of veterans, who are a tradition that has been passed down from generation to generation, and who are the core of a united force that can quickly help recruits integrate into the army and keep up. Although these invisible and intangible things cannot immediately enhance combat effectiveness, they can imperceptibly cultivate the feelings of unity and unity of all soldiers, and only such troops can not be easily broken up and defeated, and can they fight tough battles and win battles.

"The first shift has been assembled, there should be 17 people, but it is actually 15 people, and there are two wounded"

"The second shift has been assembled, there should be 17 people, but there are 16 people, and there is one wounded"

"The third shift has been assembled, and there should be 16 people, but there are 16 people."

The three squad leaders stood at the beginning of the queue and reported to Zhang Yun.

At this time, some ordinary people had already appeared around the wheat drying field, and everyone looked at the team seriously and whispered. It's not that they haven't seen the local warlord troops, security regiments, etc., before, but they have just recruited new recruits, and they can stand such neatly and with such strict military discipline. Slowly, their confidence in the Eighth Route Army was improved again.

Although he failed to experience the brainstorm of the surrounding people that "formation is combat effectiveness", Zhang Yun chose to train in the wheat field, and he did have the intention of letting the people see it and enhance the people's support for the party and the army.

To extensively mobilize the masses, establish anti-Japanese base areas, and integrate with the masses, we must rely on these details in all aspects to achieve this, and it is not just a matter of shouting slogans as everyone thinks.

"Deputy platoon commander," Zhang Yun shouted.

"To"

"Read out the discipline of the Eighth Route Army, and then lead the team to practice the queue, fire guns in the afternoon, and lead everyone to familiarize themselves with firearms. Start tomorrow and practice shooting and stabbing! ”

"Yes!"

After the simple deployment, Zhang Yun handed over the task of preliminary training to Liu Changqing, deputy platoon commander, and then rushed to the cooking class and logistics squad in the platoon.

"Squad Leader Tang, how is it, can I buy meat today", Zhang Yun asked the old Tang who was in charge of the cooking class as he entered the house. Old Tang is in his 40s this year, not the old Red Army, but the team that joined at the end of 37. After the Japanese army invaded Shanxi, it committed a lot of bloody cases, and the family of the old Tang in Yizhou also unfortunately suffered, the old Tang joined the army from Rong in a fit of anger, and wanted to join the Jin Sui army at the door, but at that time, most of the Jin Sui army was scattered or retreated to the south, and the Eighth Route Army was still fighting near Yizhou, so he participated in the Eighth Route Army. When Zhang Yun received the recruit platoon, he was in the team, and later Zhang Yun's predecessor saw that he knew arithmetic and could cook, so he arranged for him to be in charge of the cooking class and also part-time logistics management. After all, there were only a dozen people before, more than a dozen guns, and dozens of bullets, so how could there be logistics.

But now it's different, Zhang Yun handed him more than 5,000 rounds of ammunition, more than 20 rifles, and hundreds of oceans at one time yesterday, and now Lao Tang is the "big abacus" and "big butler" in the platoon.

"Don't worry, I already told the fellows last night, buy 10 catties of good pork belly today, and 600 catties of millet, the price we give is sufficient, the fellows are happy", Lao Tang said this, but he was happy, after all, his own troops have sufficient logistics, which is really reassuring.

"Okay, on the first day of training, the soldiers must be stained with some meat, and when everyone gets used to it, it will be fine." Zhang Yun relied on the military fan literacy learned in later generations, and also knew that strict training requires sufficient physical support, and the soldiers must keep up with nutrition, otherwise they will rashly train in the way of later generations, not to mention that the recruits will resist in their hearts, and their bodies will definitely not be able to hold up.

The old Red Army and veterans can survive, they are screened out after countless wars, and if they are not qualified, they will be eliminated, so the current old Red Army has an iron will, an iron discipline, an iron soles, and good marksmanship and tactical movements.

"Have you checked yesterday's gun, and how is the quality?" Zhang Yun continued to ask, helping a few people in the cooking class to cook.

"Yesterday, the veterans have picked out all the 38 big covers according to your requirements, and the best Hanyang-made ones have also been taken, and now the remaining twenty guns, just like that, can be fired, but they may not be accurate." After a few months of work, Old Tang is also very familiar with firearms, and he is also eloquent when it comes to rifles.

"Okay, it's good to have it, first familiarize yourself with firearms, good guns will have you." Zhang Yundao said that there were actually more than 10 guns in the space he captured, but he had no chance to cash in, after all, more than 20 Japanese puppet soldiers could bring more bullets, but it was impossible to bring more rifles.

"yes, that's good." Old Tang seemed to think of the soldiers who went to the battlefield with rudimentary weapons as he spoke, and his heart was also a little heavy.

"Platoon commander, everyone has heard of the immortal battle you commanded, and they are counting on you to take us to fight devils in the future." The little soldier who was helping to cook next to him interjected, his eyes full of reverence and expectation for Zhang Yun. It is indeed easy to win everyone's recognition by leading everyone to win battles and having captured generals, and it is no wonder that Grand Master Li, the son of the version, can win the respect of the whole region.

He is said to be a little soldier, but also a poor child in distress at home, only 14 or 15 years old, who has been following the team in the new corps, helping everyone with cooking and other work, and getting enough food while helping the troops.

"Where is this going, our platoon must be the platoon with the best weapons and the most captured in our troops in the future, this is what I said." Although Zhang Yun knew that the battlefield was cruel, he was still a little fluttering when he saw the little soldier's adoring eyes, and he still promised it with pride.

"Platoon commander, wait for the next batch of recruits, I will also go to the combat unit, and I will also follow you to fight devils" The little soldier listened to Zhang Yun's bold words and said to the platoon commander seriously.

"Okay, I'll take you to fight devils! Avenge the folks! Zhang Yun looked at the fourteen or fifteen-year-old little soldier, and while he was talking, he slowly promised in his heart, "Let you use the best weapons to fight devils and kill many, many devils."