After graduating from Huangpu, he rose to prominence as a regiment leader.

Under the arrangement of Yang Song, the commander of the 357th Regiment, the remaining troops of the 357th Regiment and a battalion brought by Qin Feng have been reorganized.

In addition, they also have a part of logistics and field hospital personnel as support.

At this time, the soldiers were marching forward on foot according to orders.

Qin Feng took the lead and came to the three-wheeled motorcycle he had been riding before: "Someone come and ride a bike."

Wang Ke slowed down a bit. In fact, what she was thinking was that it would be better for Qin Feng to follow the team on foot, so that he could show sympathy to the soldiers and better boost their morale.

But Qin Feng called her name the next second: "Wang Ke."

Wang Ke could only respond immediately. She didn’t know how she became the commander’s exclusive driver.

"Adjutant Leng, come here..." Qin Feng originally wanted to call Leng Yue to come over and sit on the side of the motorcycle with a gun, so that he could ensure his personal safety.

But Qin Feng discovered that if he called Leng Yue, there would be no room for the three-wheeled vehicle!

Moreover, if he wanted to pass orders to his subordinates in time, he had to keep a distance from Yang Song, which meant that the commander of the 357th Regiment had to get in the car as well.

In order to prioritize the order, Qin Feng could only tell Leng Yue: "You lead the sharpshooter team to ensure the safety of the rear, and the security work of the troops is left to you."

"Yes, Commander." Leng Yue always had a cold face, and Qin Feng had long been accustomed to it. The communication between them was actually very simple.

After receiving the order, Leng Yue turned around and left with ten soldiers.

Qin Feng waved his hand: "Captain Yang, come on board."

Yang Song hesitated: "Sir, what will happen to the command center if we all get in the car?"

Qin Feng said without hesitation: "We haven't encountered the devils to start a war yet, it's just a marching dispatch, just let your staff mobilize."

"But won't this have a bad impact?" Yang Song was reluctant to get in the car. He was not like other Jinsui officers who only cared about enjoying their privileges.

After winning a battle, if officers and soldiers are united and visit soldiers at close range to comfort them, the soldiers will have more trust in the commander.

Wang Ke on the side also thought so, so he persuaded Qin Feng: "Sir, you should get off the car and walk with the soldiers, which will help to establish your image."

Both of them had the same and sincere ideas, and their purpose was to consider Qin Feng's interests.

If these words were spoken within the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, it would be a taboo and someone would impeach them for trying to poach Commander Yan.

But Qin Feng has his own considerations. He has a bird's-eye view and can observe everything around him, which is equivalent to a human searchlight radar. If he sits on a vehicle, he can maximize his efficiency.

So he said decisively: "Okay, what do you think I'm doing in the car?"

The two looked puzzled.

Qin Feng said unhappily: "As a battlefield commander, is it because I don't want to walk that I take a car? Can't I be at the forefront and lead the way, always observing the terrain factors that may cause a battle at any time?"

The people around were stunned. They obviously didn't expect Qin Feng to say such a thing.

No one expected that Qin Feng was planning to drive to the front of the troops. This was totally inconsistent with the behavior of an ordinary senior officer. This was extremely brave and fearless!

Wang Ke was speechless for a moment.

Yang Song was also full of shame: "Sorry, sir, I may have misunderstood you before."

"It's okay. Everyone has to grow up." Qin Feng seemed very calm.

Since Leng Yue was not around, Qin Feng did not blush when he spoke and said whatever he wanted.

But at this time, the staff officer beside him said thoughtfully: "I heard before that the leader of the 359th Regiment is very bad. The people under him complained that their leader is a drunkard and a coward."

"When I first met you, sir, your sidearm was missing, and I thought the rumors were true."

The staff officer paused, then changed the subject, his face full of admiration: "But now I realize that I was judging others by my own standards!"

Qin Feng was stunned. Why did they mention the issue of carrying guns again? Didn’t he take Wang Ke’s gun to make up the number at that time?

Qin Feng thought about it and decided to find out: "How did you know that I lost my pistol?"

Wang Ke glanced at him and said slowly: "Sir, most people know that Captain Chu gave a gun to a hero..."

Qin Feng immediately realized that his pistol was actually Chu Yunfei's famous Browning.

No wonder this matter became known to everyone. The pistol was of great significance and any normal person would definitely try to preserve it.

But the gun was lost, and it was irretrievable at this point. Qin Feng had no choice but to assume that it was lost in the chaos on the battlefield.

"Okay, let's go." Qin Feng signaled Wang Ke to start the motorcycle.

But before setting off, Qin Feng asked someone for a military flag for safety reasons.

After all, their vehicles are the Japanese motorcycles, and if people misjudge them, it will be bad.

So, the military flagpole was inserted on the Japanese motorcycle, and it fluttered in the wind.

"Boom!" The noise of the Japanese motorcycles was very loud, but it could not cover the sound of the marching troops.

The motorcycle carrying Qin Feng came from behind and caught up with the advancing team in a flash, and surpassed the leading group, driving at the forefront of the troops.

"Crash!"

The military flag fluttered up and down, extremely conspicuous. Below the flag was their regiment commander Yang Song, and the marching soldiers could see him at a glance.

They did not know the other young man next to the regiment commander, but after communicating with each other, the soldiers also knew that this was their current supreme commander.

When seeing their top commander taking the lead and rushing to the front, all the soldiers instantly became more motivated and their momentum instantly rose!

A surge of blood rushed to their hearts, and these soldiers who had won a battle couldn't help but cheer.

Amid the cheers, the soldiers held their heads high and marched forward. They had never felt as happy as they did today.

Suddenly, a soldier who was closest to Qin Feng shouted loudly: "Commander! Can you continue to lead us to victory? We still want to continue killing the devils!"

Qin Feng didn't say anything extra, he just clenched his fist and waved his arm vigorously: "Kill the devils!"

The atmosphere was instantly infected, and every soldier on the march puffed out his chest and shouted loudly.

"Kill the devil!"

"Kill the devil!"

"Kill the devil!"

The deafening shouts spread out like an overwhelming force, and the remaining soldiers responded to their leaders with great enthusiasm.

Even the wounded lying on stretchers were infected by the atmosphere. They waved their arms slightly and kept murmuring "Kill the Japs".

Listening to the tsunami-like shouts from behind, Wang Ke, who was driving a motorcycle, couldn't calm down for a long time.

She could feel from the soldiers' enthusiasm a kind of momentum that would never appear in other Shanxi-Suiyuan Army units!

A force with this kind of momentum can tear off a piece of flesh and blood from the Japanese even if their weapons are outdated!