The soldiers in the New Second Regiment Army were busy.

Li Yunlong sat cross-legged on the kang in the house like a landlord, drinking wine and serving canned American food. Life is so comfortable.

"consultant."

"Yeah." Facing the soldiers' greetings, Yuan Lang nodded and entered the house in vain.

When he heard the shouts of the soldiers outside the door, Li Yunlong took a clean bowl and poured wine: "I'm back, drink a bowl of wine to warm up your body."

This treatment is the only one in the New Second Group.

Zhang Dabiao, who returned yesterday, didn't have such treatment.

Yuan Lang took off his thick coat, crossed his legs to the kang, picked up the wine and drank it: "Good news, the equipment will be here today, and there are still 1,000 cans for people."

Li Yunlong grinned and picked up the wine bowl: "Come and do one."

This is the news he is waiting for.

However, he was so anxious that he seemed to be captain Li Da was not patient at all.

Now that I hear the exact news, joy comes to my heart, so there is no need to hide it.

The two met one, and Li Yunlong began to talk: "Brother Yuan, it was just a timely rain on Song Jiang.

When your equipment arrives, our new second regiment will be able to start training vigorously.

I have already thought about it and have some rest. We will go to Wanjia Town and bring back the equipment of that battalion. The entire group of equipment will be alive."

"It's okay to rain in time, so just Song Jiang will forget it."

Although Yuan Lang likes others to wear high hats on him, he is really not bad at heart.

How dare he compete with Song Jiang!

When Li Yunlong heard Yuan Lang's rebuttal, he didn't react: "What's wrong?"

"Song Jiang's fate is not good."

Yuan Langti said something and then talked about Wanjia Town again. That was related to his next time, the generous sign-in reward.

"The puppet cavalry battalion in Wanjia Town must not be placed in the wilderness. Otherwise, it would be a headache if it could be beaten and unable to catch up."

"Of course." Li Yunlong had already thought about the map yesterday after thinking about it for a long time.

He asked Zhang Dabiao to lead an infantry battalion to rush 50 miles and directly surrounded Wanjia Town.

Two hours to resolve the battle.

After the preparation is done, you won’t delay coming back for supper.

Yuan Lang listened carefully to Li Yunlong's plan and nodded constantly. He believed in Li Yunlong's ability to fight.

Then, I will just follow Zhang Dabiao and sign in. I just don’t know what kind of reward I will get?

I was a little excited to think about it.

The two chatted together, drank wine, and killed time.

"Report." A simple voice rang outside the house.

"Come in."

Li Yunlong responded casually.

A cavalry correspondent came in and saluted Li Yunlong: "Captain, the new political commissar has arrived."

Then a man came in and introduced himself: "Captain Li, I am Zhao Gang, your partner in your future work. Please help me."

Zhao Gang stretched out his hand, but Li Yunlong did not take it, but picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

The smile on Zhao Gang's face gradually disappeared, and he realized that this was a warning from Captain Li to him.

"Another white-faced scholar came."

Li Yunlong's words verified his idea. I'm afraid he is not welcomed by this Captain Li.

The brigade commander said before coming that Li Yunlong and the two political commissars had a quarrel and were difficult to deal with, and it came to his mind.

"Come on, take a sip." Li Yunlong handed over the wine bowl with a fake smile, and was sworn in his authority again.

As long as Zhao Gang took over the wine bowl, he would give in and agree that Li Yunlong, the leader, was above the political commissar.

Zhao Gang understood the truth and replied in a humble and arrogant manner: "Captain Li, I'm sorry, I don't know how to drink."

"I can't drink, what have you been to the New Second Group?" Li Yunlong put down the wine bowl and asked.

"The New Second Regiment is a war, not a wine bag."

Zhao Gangyi rejected Li Yunlong's questioning in a righteous manner and scolded Li Yunlong.

Resolved a game of force.

Yuan Lang watched from the side. The two of them had a wonderful drama. It was from this time that Zhao Gang began to turn into a donkey? (Funny face)

Lao Li praised the political commissar as a cultural person, which resolved the embarrassment.

Then he began to reveal his fangs again.

"For the first time we met, let's make the words clear. The military and political affairs are separated, and each does their own things. I have the final say in the war. You have the final say in life. Is it okay?"

Zhao Gang is a top student at Yan University. Can Li Yunlong be tricked by him?

impossible.

"Of course there is no problem with each person's duties. But the matter of principle is not the final decision of anyone. As long as it is within the duties of the political commissar, I will definitely take care of it."

In a word, you Li Yunlong has to dress up, I said...

"One thing is, the regiment commander is in charge of war, the political commissar is in charge of life, ah! By the way, there is also political and ideological work. As for other things, you should worry less."

Li Yunlong still insisted on drawing it down one by one. He didn't want someone to talk about it in the future. He couldn't do this or that, and he would be so annoying to himself.

"It seems that the regiment commander really should strengthen his political studies. You are a simple military view. Yan'an has criticized it a long time ago."

Yuan Lang listened to Zhao Gang's words aside and expressed his agreement in his heart.

The political commissar system has its advantages.

The regiment commander is responsible for fighting, and the political commissar is responsible for telling everyone in the army what to fight for.

Why did the Eighth Route Army fight?

Is it to become a leader of the Kuomintang and then go to smoke, drink and play with women?

It seems that nothing wrong for a soldier to think like this, but it is a bit wrong for a commander to think like this.

The regiment leaders need to command operations on the ever-changing battlefield, and at this time, the political commissar needs to do ideological work:

We fight for millions of Chinese people, to build a new China, and to fight for the elders and fellow villagers in our hometown.

Otherwise, there would be no difference between the Eighth Route Army and other armies.

"Don't talk to me, we're a rough man. We're just talking nonsense, but we can't beat the Japanese devils, right? As for anything else, don't play with me."

"If you can't figure out why the war is going on, it's just fighting blindly. Do you fight too for the war for the Japanese?"

Li Yunlong acts like a scoundrel, and Zhao Qianbang goes online.

Yuan Lang watched the two of them throwing their bowls and staring at each other, and he didn't move to reduce his presence: "I'm just a spectator, don't look at me, don't look at me."

Fortunately, a soldier came in at this time and broke the deadlock. "Political Commissar, your house has been arranged."

"I understand, I'll go right away." Zhao Gang responded and stopped entangling with Li Yunlong.

"Captain Li, please notify Deputy Commander Xing. I will meet at the regiment headquarters in 10 minutes. I will report important situations."

As soon as Zhao Gang left, Li Yunlong began to complain to Yuan Lang: "I said my eyelids have been twitching these two days, so I jumped out of here!"
Chapter completed!