Although the conditions at the front line were simple, the 51st Division had prepared many good things to celebrate the new hero, Zhao Ting.
Other than the canned food, there were more than ten bowls of boiled fish with pickled vegetables, braised chicken, and pork knuckles. It was a sumptuous meal.
There were good dishes and good wine. It was unknown where Zhang Lingpu and the others had gotten a box of Shao Dao Bai Jiu.
Apart from Regiment Commander Wang, Brigade Commander Zhou, and Zhang Lingpu, Regiment Commander Qiu and a few other main forces were also present at this celebration banquet. It could be said that they had given Zhao Ting enough face.
Everyone was a soldier, so there was no need for so many formalities. After a few bowls of wine, they had already put their arms around Zhao Ting's shoulders and called him brother.
After drinking too much, they naturally talked more. Zhao Ting also heard some secrets about the factional struggle from the mouths of these officers.
After Zhao Ting transmigrated to this place, other than eating canned potatoes with his brothers, he ate cold noodles most of the time.
Now that there was a table full of good wine and food, coupled with so many military officers, Zhao Ting also let go and took the opportunity to bond with them.
Although he had been promoted from a platoon leader to a battalion commander in a short period of time, he was still unremarkable. If he wanted to develop and grow smoothly, he could not do without the help of his comrades.
Fortunately, these people did not treat Zhao Ting as an outsider. They were also filled with good feelings for them. After eating a meal, their relationship with each other was already very familiar.
The meal lasted for more than three hours. Fortunately, their troops were resting at the back and did not have to fight the Japanese at the front line.
Zhao Ting's face was also flushed red from drinking. However, he had a good tolerance for alcohol, so a few of the advisors were too drunk to walk.
After Zhao Ting returned to the company, Battalion Commander Wang Hai brought his brothers to treat him to a meal. At night, they had another round of drinking, causing Zhao Ting to wake up the next morning.
The company already knew that Zhao Ting had become a model battalion commander, and Liu Gang and the others also knew that Zhao Ting would bring them along. Thus, they were extremely touched. This was what it meant to not forget each other when one was rich.
Zhao Ting quickly handed over his work and left the 74th Division with the 100 men from the 3rd Company. They went to report to the commanding officer.
The commander's headquarters was located in a small town in the rear, and Zhao Ting and the others were returning from the front line. They brushed past many troops on the way back.
When they saw the tattered military uniforms of Zhao Ting and the others, they thought that they had lost the battle.
When they heard that Zhao Ting was the hero who had killed more than 20 Japanese soldiers and a regiment commander in a day, the troops who had gone to the front line respected Zhao Ting and the others.
"Everyone, stand at attention! Salute Hero Zhao and the others!”
Zhao Ting and the others had already spread the news everywhere. The troops who had just entered the battlefield were very excited when they saw them. Some officers even lined up and saluted them.
"Attention! Salute! I wish you all the best!"
When Zhao Ting saw the soldiers saluting them, they naturally stood up and returned the salute, encouraging the new troops.
Under the encouragement of Zhao Ting and the others, these new troops that had just arrived on the battlefield marched valiantly into the battlefield that had already become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. They threw themselves into the bloody battle.
Zhao Ting and the others arrived at the commander's headquarters. A general received them, but the Japanese had launched a counterattack at the front line. The general was very busy, so he finally sent a colonel to take Zhao Ting and the others to collect their weapons and equipment.
Although they had received 500 sets of brand-new weapons and equipment, it was a pity that they were short of manpower at the front line. The staff officer told Zhao Ting that they could not replenish their manpower in a short period of time.
Zhao Ting also knew that the troops at the front line were tense, but at the same time, he also knew that this was probably because some factions wanted to suppress them.
Zhao Ting didn't mind. He directly asked for a warrant from the senior staff officer, which allowed him to gather the scattered soldiers to replenish the troops.
The senior staff officer knew that the defeated soldiers did not have much combat strength. Those who could fight had already died in the front line, so he readily agreed.
Zhao Ting and the others were now a model battalion. Naturally, they could not be sent to the front line to fight against the Japanese. After all, they were used for publicity. They were a heroic unit. If they were destroyed, it would be a joke.
Originally, the commander had chosen Su City for Zhao Ting and the others to train. At the same time, the people from the military and political department and the major newspapers would go back to interview them. If possible, they would also go to the capital.
However, Zhao Ting declined to go to Su City for training. He wanted to go to Songcheng in the south. After the staff officer asked his superior, he agreed.
As long as the model battalion did not go to the front line, they could not be bothered with where Zhao Ting and the others went.
Zhao Ting naturally had his own plans for choosing Songcheng in the south. He knew that in his previous life, a Japanese army had landed in Songcheng, which had caused the hundreds of thousands of troops in Songhu to be threatened and eventually defeated.
He would bring the model battalion to Songcheng for training. Firstly, he would have time to improve the combat effectiveness of the troops. Secondly, with him in Songcheng, it would be impossible for the Japanese to threaten the rear of the front line.
He estimated that it would take at least one to two months for the Japanese to land at Songcheng in the south. This period of time was enough for him to improve the combat effectiveness of his troops. By then, he might be able to turn the tide.
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