Quartermasters can also fight the devils

Time is always so unkind. The assignment notice was still sent to every graduating student. Those who went to a good unit celebrated happily with their friends. Those who did not go as they wished quietly packed their belongings and reported as soon as possible to avoid seeing others jealous and upset.

Zhang Wenwu's registration form was also received.

Name: Zhang Wenwu

Rank: Lieutenant

Receiving unit: 102nd Division of the th Army of the National Revolutionary Army

Zhang Wenwu was a little confused. He tried hard to recall what the 102nd Division was like. If he remembered correctly, the th Army in his previous life did not have this unit number. Could it be that he had traveled through time and had a butterfly effect? ​​His butterfly wings were powerful enough to make such a big change.

Zhang Wenwu was a little fanciful. He also wanted to change the world, change everything, beat up the little Japan, step on the polar bear, and beat up the beautiful country.

Could it be that I am the chosen one? Yes, it must be, it must be, who else but me...

The next day after receiving the notice, Zhang Wenwu received an invitation. There were a total of 21 people assigned to the 18th Army, including himself. This invitation party was a gathering for the 21 people, a graduation celebration and a private exchange meeting for these people. After all, the circle that cannot be avoided is everywhere.

Since we all graduated from the same school and were assigned to the same unit, we should take care of each other. If a war really breaks out, it will always be good to have one more person willing to save you.

The initiator of this gathering, Li Shangping, was the third in this graduation assessment. He was from Tongcheng, Anhui Province, and his family was relatively well-off. His father founded a factory in the local area and his business was quite large. He was not arrogant in his daily life. Zhang Wenwu had a good impression of him.

Not far from the Central Army Officers School, there is a pretty decent restaurant. In a private room on the second floor of "Ping'an Ju", a group of young people in military cadet uniforms were smoking and drinking tea together, waiting for dinner to start.

"Wenwu, you have to take care of your brothers in the future." Han Dahe, who shared a dormitory with Zhang Wenwu, handed Zhang Wenwu a cigarette and said half-jokingly with a smile.

"That's right, Wenwu." Li Guiyun next to him also echoed.

Zhang Wenwu took the cigarette handed to him by Han Dahe with a smile. Li Guiyun lit it with a match in his hand and also lit a cigarette for himself.

"We are all classmates, there is no question of taking care of each other. We should all take care of each other in the future. After all, we are old brothers who have been together for several years and know each other well." Zhang Wenwu responded politely.

He also knew that in the current environment, he still had to do the necessary superficial work. No one could guarantee that it would be useful on the battlefield one day, and it might save his life. Zhang Wenwu never thought that he could do everything by himself. That was unrealistic.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, everyone was there. Li Shangping, the organizer of the party, stood up and shouted loudly for everyone to take their seats and start eating. Of course, before eating, there was another round of encouragement and reaffirmation of the friendship between classmates. Then it was time for everyone to eat.

Since we had to go back to the dormitory, we didn't arrange to drink. We all drank tea instead of wine and toasted each other. In the end, Li Shangping paid for the dinner. Everyone returned to the dormitory happily.