I want to be a good person

"Commander, I have to have at least one observation officer here. Look, there's not even one capable of measuring height, distance, speed, or evasion."

Captain Jiang sneered and pointed his finger.

"Observation officer? It's you. As for the one who measured this and that, it was all you."

"No, Commander, I can't take care of it."

"If you are irresponsible, how can I find educated people to come to you? Don't you know that there are few people who can read?"

"Then there should be a rangefinder, right?"

"You have to believe your eyes!"

Zhang Aiguo was confused. He knew that the illiteracy rate was over 90%, but he could measure distance with the naked eye. That required someone like a god.

"Then, Commander, may I ask one more question?"

"Hurry up and tell me, there are so many things to say."

"Well, how are the messengers, signalmen, and ammunition soldiers arranged? And what kind of traction is used? I don't see the driver?"

Zhang Aiguo glanced around his small camp. Not to mention horses, there wasn't even a donkey.

"What are you going to use to pull it? You have to figure it out yourself. There is nothing."

"Hey, people can move, but this cannon can't be pushed for long."

"There's no other way. Just try to overcome it yourself. It's up to you."

"No, Commander, we don't have any military supplies or weapons. If the cannon breaks down, who can we ask to repair it?"

"Why do we need to repair it? The imported stuff is of very good quality and we don't need it for the time being."

"What about the gun?"

In addition, I only saw five box guns, and the rest were old-style slide guns, so it was not possible for everyone to have one.

There were cloth bullet bags wrapped around the bag, each holding a five-round magazine, and most of them were deflated.

"Okay, don't feel wronged. Many troops are not as good as us."

"The commissary warehouse is out of stock?"

"Is that something you should be asking about? That's the business of the superiors. Be careful not to talk too much."

Captain Jiao seemed to be very disappointed with his friend.

"So I am a low-ranking official with a high rank. Two guns are equivalent to a platoon of soldiers, right?"

"In the face of national crisis, don't worry too much about personal gains and losses, train hard and strive to achieve better results."

"Live-fire training?"

Captain Jiang didn't say anything else and grabbed his clothes.

"Come, come, come."

Walk to where the ammunition is piled and point to the wooden box.

"Count them yourself."

"Isn't that a lot?"

"open to take a look."

My God, there were so many wooden boxes, including one box of round-headed Type 40 shells, six or seven boxes of Gong-type grenades, and a total of 250 shells, excluding a -round spare drum.

"You'll be gone in two days, aerial aiming training."

"Well, you have the final say."

"Well done, you'll be promoted from the front line. You'll be a major battalion commander, the commander said."

I looked back and saw the soldiers still lined up.

Zhang Aiguo immediately realized the other party's intention and jogged a few steps.

"Brothers, please disperse now. First, familiarize yourself with the guns in your hands and the cannons on the ground. Are there any veterans?"

"Reporting, First Platoon Second Lieutenant Wu Haoran."

"Reporting, Second Lieutenant Platoon Leader Yang Zhengqi."

"Okay, okay, the commander is still very kind to me. We are both in low positions but have high salaries, which is cause for celebration."

He said this in a very loud voice, as if he was afraid that Captain Jiang couldn't hear him. He had to flatter openly. As a flatterer, he may not have eaten pork, but he has seen pigs running around!

"Let's not waste any more time talking. When you are a soldier, you need to eat first. Only when you are full will you have the strength to work."

"Wu Haoran"

"Here, please give me your instructions, sir!"

"Take the money, go buy some meat, a few pounds of wine, and a bunch of steamed buns and sesame cakes. Let's have a full meal first."

After saying that, he took out 100 French francs and handed it over.

"Yes"

"You, you, and you, follow me."

His obedience and discipline are good and worth training. Unfortunately, he is not interested in joining the army. There are many factions and factions, and there are too many people who are stabing him in the back.

"Who's the gunner?"

The remaining two men with box rifles stood up, raised their hands to salute, and shouted loudly: "Report, Sergeant Gunner Gao Deli of the First Cannon."

"Reporting, Sergeant Gunner Jia Bisheng of the Second Artillery."

"I order you to take the remaining brothers and the ones who are familiar with our meal!"

"Yes."

After arranging all this, Zhang Aiguo ran back to the head of the group.

"You act like a seasoned veteran, not like a rookie."

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Commander. When I was a kid, I loved listening to operas, like the one about Qin Qiong fighting Guan Yu. I never knew I'd have the chance to use it again."

"You seem to be a sly person."

"Oh, by the way, don't underestimate your small number of men. We have reported the full 155 men. This is a military practice. It's not just you and your men who have them. Sirs, we should also treat everyone equally and be grateful!"

"Yes, I swear to be loyal to you till death, sir."

"No, it's loyalty to the party and the country."

"I understand."

"Commander, stay here. Eat your meal first before you leave."

"You are right to mingle with the soldiers, but you must pay attention to your status. The cadre kitchen and the small kitchen still need to be set up."

"Didn't the play say that you love your soldiers like your own sons?"

"I'll make up for whatever I need. I treat you as my own. You applied medicine to my wounds. I know in my heart that this stuff is not cheap. I'm just being polite. We're one family!"

"I am deeply grateful. I am too high a target. Please give me some advice, Commander!"

"Okay, I'll talk more."

Captain Jiang was very happy. He was lucky to have snatched the capable officer who was also close to him.

Without direct descendants of his own, he is just a marginal person, who just sits there and waits for death while getting paid. What’s the difference between him and a salted fish?

"The commander and his men are here just for show. Think about the Northern Expedition when officers and soldiers were united and ate and drank together. Now that we have conquered the world, we will sit in a row and share the spoils. We have to pay attention to our background!"

Captain Jiang was also unwilling to give up. It was because he had no one above him and he graduated from the Baoding Military Academy, so he was still not as good as those who graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy. Besides, he was from northern Jiangsu.

"After you get your vacant salary, remember to share it with the regiment commander. Don't be reluctant to spend it. Only when you spend the money can you get more back."

"I see. How do we divide it?"

"Three three three one, divided into four parts."

"Got it. Thank you for your teachings, Commander."

"Work hard and don't let your superiors down!"

"Yes, I will attack with all my strength!"

"Then I'll go first."

"Commander, if we get the Japs' motorcycles, can we use them?"

"Okay, you're also responsible for the fuel."

"Ah, isn't it the group's responsibility?"

"What are you thinking about? There's no way I can use that much oil."

"understood."

Standing at the door, people were coming and going on the street, unaware that danger was approaching. Cars were beeping, women were swaying in their fancy clothes, the arrogant young men had a beaming look on their faces, and the sounds from the brothel could be heard from far away.

In the distance there were rumbling sounds of artillery outside the city, bursts of gunfire and shouts of fighting and killing in the brothel.

On December 12, the small artillery company of the 3th Regiment practiced attack, defense, and transfer with the regiment commander.

Four or five officers were quite satisfied with the exercise.

"Lao Jiang, you have a good eye. The person you picked this time is really good!"

"It's all thanks to the commander's good teaching!"

"it is good."

"I saw that he was using a Japanese motorcycle to tow it?"

"Yes, I don't know where this guy got it from. We have been under martial law for ten days now. He is quite capable."

"It's good to have the ability. We are in need of such talents. Now we have less than 500 people to recruit. It's difficult. Even I have to walk. I can't even ride a horse. I am ashamed."

"I understand. I'll arrange it right away."

You have to listen to what you are told. Fighting is the soldiers' job, and enjoying life is the officers' job.

"This oil?"

The regiment commander's adjutant asked with a grin.

"Let this boy make the arrangements. A good horse should be equipped with a good saddle! It is his honor to serve the superiors. If you have any problems, just look for him. It's his stuff."

"Hahaha, Lao Jiang, it's really good."

"Call him over and listen to his opinion. It's very important."

"Yes!"