Years of the Republic of China 1913

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"Are you so leisurely?" Cao Wenlian kicked his feet, and Zhang Xiaochuan, who was hiding in the shade of a tree with a cigarette in his mouth and humming a ditty, quickly jumped up with his hands on his buttocks, and said with a smile, "Cao Tou, you just finished training. Don't let my brother rest? You, Dalian commander, are too inconsiderate of brothers?"

"Rest? Is this a place for you to rest your feet?" Cao Wenlian pointed to his feet. Not far away was the playground, where hundreds of recruits were practicing in full swing.

"Isn't this barracks far away? Why is such a poisonous sun tossing back and forth? Besides, I'm waiting for you, Cao Tou, come here, smoke one." Zhang Xiaochuan took out a cigarette with a smile on his face, and eagerly handed it over Cao Wenlian didn't refuse, and lit the fire with the help of Zhang Xiaochuan.

"Xiao Chuan, you are now a squad leader, don't be as foolish as before, and pay attention to what you do on weekdays." After the battle of Nanjing, the temporary 33rd regiment suffered heavy casualties. In terms of rewards for meritorious deeds, Cao Wenlian was promoted from platoon leader to company deputy. A few months ago, he was reorganized from the Eighth Division National Defense Force and was promoted to captain and company commander.As for Zhang Xiaochuan, the leader of the army, he was first promoted from a private first class to a sergeant, and then to a sergeant. He served as the squad leader and continued to stay under Cao Wenlian.

Although the military ranks of the two sides are far apart, as old comrades from the same unit and survivors of a tragic war together, Cao Wenlian usually takes good care of this little brother, and there are many new recruits in the army now, such as Zhang Xiaochuan The veterans are the pillars of the army and helped him a lot in the training of recruits.

"Don't worry Caotou, don't look at my brother's usual condition, I understand this in my heart! I will definitely not cause trouble for you." Zhang Xiaochuan nodded quickly and agreed. Wu Peifu, the chief of staff who presided over the reorganization of the Eighth Division, is even better at military training. According to the strict requirements of the new training manual, the whole division trained in these days complained endlessly. They all took the lead in his hands, and even Cao Wenlian stole a little laziness because he failed to follow the training requirements once, and Wu Peifu was beaten with a military stick after he found out.

"Anyway, it's fine if you know it, kid. If someone from Wu Xiucai knows, it won't be as simple as kicking you just now." Seeing Zhang Xiaochuan nodding and bowing, Cao Wenlian couldn't help laughing and cursing, but at the same time warned him seriously .

Wu Peifu was born as a literati, and has a reputation as a former scholar, which is very rare among soldiers. When he first came, although the Eighth Division called him Chief of Staff Wu on the surface, they were all called Wu Xiucai behind the scenes. , this nickname naturally spread to Wu Peifu's ears. Wu Peifu, who is usually extremely strict with the troops, didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously. The officers and soldiers of the Communist Party of China have a lot of affection for this somewhat unreasonable Chief of Staff Wu.

In addition, although the training is tough, Wu Peifu is a very generous person.He not only personally took the lead in participating in the training, but also rewarded the officers and soldiers who made achievements. He really promoted many good seedlings in the army, and truly achieved meritorious service and mistakes.With a fair and reasonable attitude, the views of the officers and soldiers towards him have gradually changed, from the initial disobedience and resentment subtly changed to awe and admiration. It can be said that in the Eighth Division, apart from Fang Zida, Wu Peifu, the chief of staff, is in the hearts of the officers and soldiers. His status is getting higher and higher, even almost comparable to the teacher Huang Kaiyuan.

The reorganization of the National Defense Forces of the entire Eighth Division went very smoothly. Before Fang Zida went to Shanghai, the Eighth Division's airs were almost set up, and the recruits were basically in place.In the subsequent training and reorganization work, Wu Peifu did it in an orderly manner and was exceptionally good. Even Huang Kaiyuan and others secretly praised Fang Zida for his knowledge of people, and the chief of staff he hired was indeed talented.In addition, the support of the Zhongyang Bank is also a prerequisite. The allocation of a large amount of funds has eliminated the worries of the Eighth Division, and then new equipment from the Ordnance Factory has been sent from Shanghai*Shanghai one after another. After the replacement, the entire Eighth Division has a completely new look. Showing a vigorous look.

"Cao Tou, I heard that the new military uniform will arrive soon? Is that true?" Zhang Xiaochuan asked quietly.

"You are very well informed, you can find out about this matter?" Cao Wenlian cursed with a smile.

Zhang Xiaochuan patted his chest triumphantly and said, "It goes without saying, and I don't even think about what qualifications brothers have in the Eighth Division. They were the first batch to form the Eighth Division back then!"

"Fuck you! You are the first batch, what is Lao Tzu?" Cao Wenlian kicked him unceremoniously. When Zhang Xiaochuan joined the army, he was the soldier he personally led. Now this guy is pretending to be old in front of him. up.

Laughing, Zhang Xiaochuan leaned closer and asked, "What does the new military uniform look like? Is it pretty?"

"Pretty? Are you a girl?" Cao Wenlian stared.

"Why is Cao Tou's temper getting bigger and bigger now? It's not good for a man to get angry, so he should find a sister-in-law. Besides, can't we gentlemen like beauty?" Zhang Xiaochuan shrank his head and couldn't help muttering .

After taking a puff of cigarette, Cao Wenlian said, "I haven't looked at the new military uniform, but it is said that it is the style determined by Commander Fang, and there are four types of winter and summer and military uniform."

"Dongxia Junchang? I know this winter and summer, what is Junchang?" Zhang Xiaochuan asked puzzled.

The old man blushed slightly, and Cao Wenlian, who hadn't figured it out, immediately raised his face: "Why do you ask so many questions, won't it be clear by then? Besides, Master Fang will still treat our Eighth Division badly? Didn't you see this?" New guns and cannons, so many good things, I’m not boasting here, the whole Republic of China is full of scorpion shit—the only one!”

The two of you talked vigorously, and suddenly saw a group of people approaching from a distance, thinking it was Wu Xiucai who came to check the training progress in person, Cao Wenlian hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt, straightened his military uniform, and stood up straight with Zhang Xiaochuan , anxiously thinking about how he should answer if he sees himself coming up to ask questions.

But when people approached, Cao Wenlian was slightly taken aback. The leader was Li Shimao, brigade commander, and the person walking in the middle was even more familiar. Isn't it Fang Zida, the former commander of the Eighth Division?

"Mr. Fang! Brigadier Li!"

When everyone approached, Cao Wenlian and Zhang Xiaochuan hurried forward to salute.

"It's the platoon leader Cao, oh...he's the captain now, the company deputy or the company commander?" Fang Zida actually still remembered Cao Wenlian, and nodded to him with a smile. Cao Wenlian felt a burst of excitement, blushing and said: " The humble job is now the company commander."

"Okay! Good job, company commander! Work hard, maybe you can become battalion commander, regiment commander, or even brigade commander in the future! This little brother also looks familiar, isn't he also the one who temporarily formed the 33rd regiment?"

"Yes! Master Fang, Zhang Xiaochuan, who was originally a first-class soldier in the 33rd Regiment temporarily, now salutes you!" Zhang Xiaochuan replied equally excitedly.

"Kuisun, these two are your old subordinates!" Fang Zida smiled and said something to Li Shimao beside him, then turned to Cao Wenlian and the others: "It's a pleasure to meet you, but I'm no longer the deputy commander now , you don’t have to call me the way you used to.”

"This is impossible. I said at the beginning that Master Fang will always be the commander of our Eighth Division." Li Shimao insisted on the side, and the officers next to him nodded in agreement. Fang Zida had no choice but to smile and let them go.

Walked around the playground, asked some daily training questions, and randomly selected a few recruits to test the training situation. Fang Zida felt very satisfied.At the same time, Fang Zida also carefully asked the officers and soldiers about the use of the newly equipped rifles, grenades, machine guns and other equipment. When he got a satisfactory answer, Fang Zida was very happy.

"How's the shooting training going?"

"According to the training requirements, each person has five bullets per day, and the effect is not bad." Cao Wenlian, a grassroots officer who had the most say in the scene, immediately replied on behalf of Li Shimao.

"Only five rounds? I remember that the ordnance factory sent a lot of bullets!" Fang Zida couldn't help frowning.

"It's quite a lot, but the old leader, our Eighth Division now has more than 2 people, and one person consumes more than [-] bullets a day with five bullets. This is not a small number. Compared with before, five bullets are more than enough. "Li Shimao explained.

Although Fang Zida was not a soldier, he knew that the quality of the soldiers in the army determines the combat effectiveness.Without enough training, no matter how good a soldier is on the battlefield, shooting is an extremely important part of military training, and the improvement of shooting skills depends entirely on sufficient ammunition supply. There are only a few in the middle, and there is no bullet to feed, and the overall level cannot be improved at all.

Although the daily output of the 7.92mm bullet assembly line has gradually increased from the initial 14086 rounds to about 32800 rounds since the ordnance factory started assembly operations, it still cannot meet the requirements. The three assembly lines are operating at the same time, which is only about the same as the current consumption of the Eighth Division. It is absolutely impossible to go down.

Slightly nodding, Fang Zida decided to send a telegram to Shanghai later, asking the ordnance factory to increase the ammunition assembly line again, at least reaching a daily output of 50 rounds, or else just one Eighth Division would not be enough, let alone other troops?

Putting the matter aside for the time being, Fang Zida asked about the situation of the literacy classes in the army.The literacy class was determined by Fang Zida in the early days. An uneducated army will never become an advanced army. Most of the soldiers who eat food are from poor backgrounds, and illiteracy abounds. In order to solve this problem, Fang Zida added the training outline One item in the literacy class is specially listed as the focus.

Although the time is short, Wu Peifu seems to have done a good job on this.In addition to normal training, the literacy classes of various grass-roots troops are in full swing. Some smart soldiers have already learned a lot of characters, and even the stupid ones can write a dozen characters. It is estimated that it will take another half a year to reach Fang Zida preliminary requirements.

"Brother Zhang Ming, why did you come to Nanjing all of a sudden? You didn't send me a telegram first!" While Fang Zida was inspecting the troops with great interest, Wu Peifu, who had just led the troops back to the camp from the outskirts, hurried over I saw him wearing an ordinary soldier's uniform without a military rank, wearing leggings, looking dusty, and his forehead was full of sweat.