"You need thirty big swords. Look, you can do it. You guys will make a big sword team in one company. Then I will make a big sword company with one battalion?" Zhang Dabiao widened his eyes and cursed in disbelief.

He really didn't expect that this celebrity under him would come up with such a bold idea. The Big Sword Team is indeed very useful, but this proportion is too exaggerated!

Not only was Yuan Pengfei not scared, he said with a smile: "What's impossible? Just give your battalion commander a face and don't have much to match with a big sword battalion."

"Go to yours! You really dare to think about it." Zhang Dabiao laughed and cursed, and said seriously: "But your kid has a good idea. I can report to the leader and let our independent group build a big sword company to improve its ability to fight thorns."

Yuan Pengfei was not at all unhappy, but said in surprise: "Then the relationship is good. The training of the Big Sword Company is the battalion commander! I can also take the opportunity to start a small training session and learn about your skills in battalion commander."?

Although he also has his own little girl, his original intention is to increase the strength of the entire independent group.

After all, this is not a fantasy world of personal heroism. One person is the best. In this world where wars permeate, the strength of the team is truly powerful.

Only when the overall strength of the independent group has increased can he fight the Japanese more efficiently. It can also make his tasks smoother and make his life more secure.

The upcoming commander-in-chief of the North China Front Army, General Okamura Yasuji, is not a good person. If you want to survive the harsh sweep of his organization and give the enemy a counterattack, it is absolutely impossible to do without strong preparations.

And at this moment, it was not only the two of them who had this idea, but Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were also discussing this matter in the regiment headquarters.

Just now, when Li Yunlong went out to inspect the soldiers of the Second Battalion to train, he was very dissatisfied after seeing it, so he stopped on the spot and told the Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan:

"Assassination only practices basic movements. No matter how good the basic movements are, it is not the case in actual combat. You need to practice one-on-one and one-on-two assassination training so that you can improve your practical experience. Do you understand?"

"clear."

The soldiers shouted in unison.

Avoiding the sight of the soldiers, Shen Quancai said aggrievedly: "Captain, I have considered this issue, but we lacked the assassination protective gear. Even if we use wooden guns, it is easy to injure the trained soldiers.

Two days ago, the squad leader of the 7th squad of the Third Company failed and stabbed a soldier's ribs with one shot. It was too dangerous to have no protective gear for this training."

Li Yunlong said disdainfully: "Nonsense, are there protective gears? If I want to be as rich as the Japanese, why do you practice assassination? Each person holds a machine gun and rattles when they see people. How happy it is!"

Shen Quan: "Captain, what do you mean?"

Li Yunlong: "Tell the soldiers not to be afraid of being injured. It doesn't matter if you hurt a few shins. It's better than losing your life on the battlefield.

Tell the soldiers that if you practice assassination, you must practice assassination in a practical state. If you have the ability, you will stab someone else’s ribs. If you are not capable, you deserve to be injured."

Shen Quan nodded and asked again: "Captain, what if the soldiers are not harmonious because of the thorn fight? Usually, they always look up and look down..."

Li Yunlong was a little impatient. If it were Zhang Dabiao, there would definitely be no such problems and he would have started to execute it long ago. This second battalion commander really belonged to his mother-in-law.

"You kid, why are you so elm-headed? If you can't practice in the second camp, you can practice with the first camp. Whoever wins more this month will reward him with a sheep.

As for the warrior who suffered losses in the fight for the thorn, he has the ability to practice and find the game back in the fight for the thorn. If he is not capable, he deserves it. He is both shoulders and one head, so why is he not as good as others?"

After being scolded, the second battalion commander stopped talking in disappointment. He went back honestly to convey the commander's orders and asked the soldiers to prepare in advance. The actual training for stings was launched in the afternoon. He didn't want Zhang Dabiao from the first battalion to beat him up.

Such a major event cannot be hidden from the political commissar. As soon as Zhao Gang received the news, he immediately put down his work and ran to stop Li Yunlong from doing anything. Seeing Li Yunlong drinking cross-legged on the kang, Zhao Gang was even more angry.

"Old Li, how could you give such an order? The soldiers were injured during training and their superiors blamed them. You and I couldn't afford to take care of them."

"Superior checked it out, I'll hold on, you, Lao Zhao, nothing happened."

Li Yunlong widened his eyes and retorted without showing any weakness.

Zhao Gang knew that Li Yunlong's stubborn donkey, he decided that even eight cows could not be brought back. Moreover, this was a military matter and he could not control it. The two of them had a division of labor, and Li Yunlong was in charge of military matters and he was in charge of life matters.

So, he picked up the bottle on the table and said, "You have already drunk the amount of alcohol. You are not allowed to drink it again today."

"No, no, no!" Li Yunlong grabbed the bottle of wine and said with a smile: "Old Zhao, my decision was not decided by me. Please let me explain it to you."

Zhao Gang then put down the wine bottle and said proudly in his heart: "No matter how scattered you, Li Yunlong, don't be eaten by me!"

Li Yunlong gave himself a drink, pointed to the soldiers of the regiment headquarters who were training outside the window and said, "Old Zhao, you have also been on the battlefield. You know the difficulty of the Japanese, and the thorn-fighting skills are not enough to cover it.

In the battle of Lijiapo, we had a huge advantage. The brigade commander provided a lot of artillery fire support, and the grenades also achieved unexpected results.

But even so, we suffered more than 200 casualties, most of which were caused by assassination with the Japanese. We had more people and fewer people, but we didn’t have much advantage. What about the future?

The warrior only practices basic assassination movements, which has no effect. When he meets the Japanese on the battlefield, he relies on the reaction power he has learned on his usual basis. This is a scheming thing, and he also has to rely on practical training."

Zhao Gang picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, falling into memories.

He was originally a student of Yan University, but the invasion of the Japanese devils suddenly interrupted his student life. In the face of national crisis, everyone made different choices.

Many people choose to be ostrichs and pretend not to see them. They are just ordinary people, just for three meals a day, and their wives and children are living on the bed.

Many people surrendered to the Japanese devils for various reasons, serving as a leader for the enemy and causing more harm to the country and people.

But more people still chose to stand up, plead for the people, contribute to the country, and embarked on the road of fighting against the Japanese devils.

Zhao Gang was one of them. He resolutely chose to join the army and join the Eighth Route Army to fight the Japanese.

He had never really been to the battlefield before. The Battle of Lijiapo was his first battle. The soldiers fought desperately with the enemy, and the Japanese's hungry wolf-like combat style left a profound impression on him.

In terms of marksmanship, he is not inferior to anyone. He shot three Japanese devils at a distance of 150 meters. No one in the Independent Regiment dared to open such a sea port.

But in the hand-to-hand battle later, he was in danger several times. If the monk hadn't arrived in time, he would have died in that battle.

He also counted in detail the cleaning of the battlefield later in that battle. The Independent Regiment suffered 213 casualties, of which 162 were killed, and the casualties were not small. The ratio to the Japanese was about 1:2, which was a great victory.

Of course, including the casualties of other friendly forces, this ratio is definitely the opposite. A Japanese man may have to exchange for the lives of three or four soldiers.

Back to the topic, about two-thirds of the soldiers killed in this independent regiment were stabbed, and they were killed in battle with the Japanese. Among the casualties, most of them were guns and cannons, and not many were stabbed.

Judging from this proportion, hand-to-hand combat is the most cruel and easiest battle to kill. However, the Eighth Route Army lacks enough weapons and ammunition, so it is necessary to conduct hand-to-hand combat with the enemy frequently, and there is no choice.

After practicing the thorn fighting technique, the chances of the soldiers' survival will definitely be a huge improvement in the victory of the battle.

Besides, a certain general said: "The troops that dare to be successful are strong."

After understanding these things, Zhao Gang did not object as hard as he was at the beginning. However, he had a new idea: "Old Li, I have no objection to let the soldiers practice assassination. But you can't turn all the soldiers in the regiment into assassination masters!"

Li Yunlong was also stunned. He had never thought about it before, but now it seems that this plan still has shortcomings. Some soldiers are not good at fighting bayonets because they are malnourished and have problems with physical fitness. How can they practice fighting thorns well?

Some warriors are born with a wide skeleton and stronger physique than others. They are born with huge advantages in hand-to-hand combat. If they can organize and train more, they will definitely become the sharpest blades of the independent group.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Yunlong sat upright and said to Zhao Gang: "Old Zhao, look at this, we will organize the entire regiment of martial arts warriors to form a strengthening platoon. The combat effectiveness of this platoon is amazing!"

Zhao Gang was also deeply inspired: "Hey, Lao Li, you have a good idea. I remember a martial arts senior who said that the essence of martial arts is to concentrate human energy at one point and release it instantly. This principle can be used in training, and also on the battlefield."

Li Yunlong laughed and felt like he was finding a confidant. He said happily: "Old Zhao, we thought of it together. Usually, let them organize training and improve their fighting skills. During wartime, they can become commandos, open up the battlefield, and penetrate the enemy's heart, and the Japanese will suffer."

Zhao Gang: "Yes, it's not just assassination, but also other aspects, such as the Sharpshooter."

"For example, bomb droppers," Li Yunlong interrupted, "Wang Gensheng, our second and third rows, this kid's bomb drop is too accurate. He is a sheep-herding boy, who throws the stones and sheep, and one shot is accurate.

The last time I was hitting the Japanese gun tower, the kid threw a grenade through the machine gun hole, which was almost catching up with his mother's mortar."

The idea was very creative, and they all wanted to be together. The two couldn't help but laugh, and Zhao Gang even urged: "This idea is so good. Lao Li, we must implement it as soon as possible!"
Chapter completed!