"It's nothing, Old Chen, hurry up, I'll take a step first and patrol the base." Yuan Pengfei ordered, nodded with the others, then got off the kang and walked out of the room.

It is November 1940, and the Hundred Regiments Battle has just passed. The troops have suffered a lot of casualties, and the entire company has not yet been fully staffed.

Yuan Pengfei used to be the deputy company of the third company. After the company commander was killed on the battlefield, he promoted the position of the company commander on the front line. Therefore, it can be said that he picked up a ready-made one and became the top leader of the company.

Chen Qiao was also promoted from the platoon leader below. He has been partnering with him for two months. The two are still quite friendly and basically no conflicts occur. The cooperation is also very good.

In the environment where the regiment commander Li Yunlong and political commissar Zhao Gang quarreled every three days and yelled every five days, this kind of harmony seemed even more precious.

The other two who slept with them were tall and thin, and the company's clerks, and they attended private schools for two days when they were too tall and had studied in private schools. The soldiers called him scholars. They were one of the few cultural figures in the independent group and were particularly precious.

In other words, their first battalion is most valued, and it is raised by the mother of the regiment, so each company is equipped with documents. In the second and third battalions, don’t even think about such a beautiful thing.

Another medium-sized and dark-faced person was the company's chief officer. The comrades all called him a black-faced old man. As the company's logistics management, food, equipment, supplies, and funds, all under his jurisdiction.

But there are not many possessions in the Eighth Route Army? In terms of equipment, two people in the upper and lower company can only divide a gun. Each gun only has five bullets, so it is almost like a pants. The remaining soldiers can only use big swords and spears to make up the numbers, and they are still a bit half as cold weapons as an army.

Speaking of food, this is not the later wealthy era. There are many cases of starving people to death this year, and who hasn't seen it before!

Under the blockade of the Japanese and puppet troops, there was no central government to issue supplies, so the Eighth Route Army's food was saved by the people in the base area at a time. Not to mention eating enough, it would be good to have something to eat.

It’s the leader. Most of the time, a meal is just two corn buns and a bowl of wild vegetable soup. It’s impossible to enjoy it.

Finally, when it comes to supplies and funds, it is even more funny. There are only dozens of sets of winter clothes left in the entire company, and on average, only three or four sets per class. On weekdays, only soldiers on duty will wear them. Other soldiers can only wear single clothes and shivering in winter.

The funds were not necessarily enough for the remaining 100 people in the company to take out two pieces of ocean. There were only a few border tickets, and they bought some food in the base area. When they arrived at the county town controlled by the Japanese, they were worthless at all.

In such a poor situation, this department chief is not easy to be a good minister. He should provide the best logistical support for the soldiers as much as possible, and should not consume too much, so he consumed all the reserved materials. So he could only search for them, and the soldiers jokingly called the black-faced old man.

"Company Commander."

When the sentry saw Yuan Pengfei, he hurriedly raised his gun to salute, his face full of respect. He was a veteran under Yuan Pengfei.

Yuan Pengfei: "Xiao Wang, there was nothing wrong last night, right?"

Xiao Wang: "Report to the company commander, you are safe last night and everything is normal."

"Thank you for your hard work, go back to change the job and drink a bowl of ginger soup, don't freeze your body." Yuan Pengfei patted his shoulder and said kindly.

He handed the rifle in his hand to Zhang Jianru, the second platoon commander, Chen Qiao stopped the demonstration training and gave a few instructions. Then he came over and asked with concern: "Company Commander, how is the situation of the post?"

Yuan Pengfei: "It's not bad. The Japanese are also humans. They don't want to be frozen in the middle of winter. The possibility of invading the base is relatively small."

The two talked about the soldiers' training and talked about winter clothes.

Chen Qiao frowned and said, "Company Commander, the soldiers who eat less can still overcome it, but the soldiers who are frozen cannot overcome it. Today, three more soldiers fell ill, all of them were frozen.

In addition to the seven soldiers who fell ill a few days ago, the company has already lost 1/10 of its non-combat troops. What should we do?"

Chen Qiao was just a platoon leader in the past, so he didn't think about this kind of thing at all. Now that he has become a deputy, he naturally has no experience, so he can only ask the top leader how to solve it.

But if it weren't for the fact that such a thing was the case, Yuan Pengfei would have cursed himself long ago.

When Captain Li came from the bedding factory, he brought 200 new cotton military uniforms. He sprinkled into the independent group of this thousand people, and only slightly filled the gap.

Especially this thing is not like gun talents, and you can use your strength to allocate them to the first battalion. In that case, the soldiers of the second battalion and the third battalion will be disappointed, and maybe there will be a big mess.

Therefore, the winter military uniforms can only be divided according to the proportion of people. There are 107 people in the third company of the first battalion from below the company commander. In theory, it should be divided into 21 and a half sets. The logistics department in the regiment said: "There is no way to give 21 and a half sets. If you want to get them, you can get 21 sets."

Yuan Pengfei's predecessor was a veteran who had been frozen. He knew that every winter outfit might save a life in this winter. How could he agree to such conditions?

So I insisted and said, "The leader said that the average score would be the average score. We have 107 people, 21.4 sets. That 0.4 sets are just to divide my pants. If it really doesn't work, it's okay to pull half of the cloth and cotton, but it can't be so unfair."

Finally, the lawsuit was fought in front of Political Commissar Zhao, and the two chose a compromise method under mediation. The logistics department replaced 21 and a half sets of winter military uniforms with 22 sets. Three consecutive losses were lost and took out a set of shabby old winter uniforms as the price.

After all, being able to wear a warm military uniform is a good military uniform. Don’t worry about whether it is new or old. If you lose your life, who cares whether it looks good or not?

That’s it, plus the original 15 sets of winter clothes, there are only 37 sets of winter clothes in the third consecutive season. On average, three people will be divided into one set.

But thinking about it, half a set of winter clothes can make Yuan Pengfei and the logistics minister of the regiment headquarters turn against each other. The 200 sets of new winter clothes are the regiment commander who keeps holding on to them. 70 sets of winter clothes are forcing Yuan Pengfei to death, and he has no choice!

But I can't say that, Yuan Pengfei could only say, "In winter clothes, I'll go to the regiment headquarters to think of a solution. If you have dates or not, you can try two more sets.

The sick soldiers, let the two of us visit later. Let the kitchen team make more ginger soup. In addition to the on-duty post, the sick soldiers also drink more to drive away the cold. Maybe it will be fine."

Chen Qiao nodded to show that he understood and knew the dilemma of this matter.
Chapter completed!