Zhao Ting had already abolished the bad habit of military officers giving special treatment and emphasized equality between officers and soldiers. Therefore, he also queued up for breakfast with ordinary soldiers and ate together.
"Report."
Before Zhao Ting could finish his meal, a sentinel who was standing guard outside the camp ran over with big strides.
"What is it?"
"Battalion Commander, there's a group of students outside looking for you. The leader is someone called Zhou Shulan.”The soldier saluted and replied.
"I understand."
After Zhao Ting waved his hand and finished the meat porridge in his bowl, he personally walked to the door to welcome him.
During the military-civilian gathering yesterday, Zhao Ting expressed his desire to recruit some literate people to do some work for the army.
Everyone knew about the Model Camp. It was an honor to be able to work in the Model Camp.
Due to the war, there were many young students who had nothing to do at home in Song County. Now that they heard that Zhao Ting needed people, they rushed over early in the morning.
No matter what era it was, talents were very important. If one wanted to develop, they needed talents.
Although Zhao Ting was only a battalion commander of the model battalion, he had great ambitions in his heart.
He had lived two lives, and now he had the support of the war system. He believed that he would be able to lead China to become stronger.
Becoming powerful wasn't just about exchanging for some items with the war system. It was also about nurturing talents in all aspects. Only then could one truly become rich and powerful. One person's strength was limited, so they had to be nurtured and guided.
Zhao Ting respected talents very much. Now that these young students were willing to help, he naturally went out to welcome them personally.
In the eyes of the officials, these young students were only good at causing trouble. They looked down on them from the bottom of their hearts, so they would not put them in an important position. Their status was very awkward.
However, Zhao Ting personally came out to welcome them, which made Zhou Shulan and the others feel flattered. They felt that they were valued.
"Has everyone had breakfast?"
" What's wrong?" Zhao Ting asked with concern after welcoming the travel-worn young men and women who were carrying suitcases.
"Battalion Commander Zhao, we came in a hurry and haven't had breakfast yet.”
"Let's go. We're having breakfast. Let's talk while eating.”
Zhao Ting immediately invited these young students into the military camp to have breakfast together, which made these young students extremely moved.
"What are your majors in school? Tell me so that I can arrange jobs for you. Of course, our model camp has just been established, so the salary will be 20 yuan a month.”
These young students were originally filled with passion for serving the country, but they had nowhere to display it. They mainly wanted to help the army do something. They didn't want money at all, as long as they could provide food.
Now that they heard that Zhao Ting would give them 20 yuan a month, they were naturally excited. They immediately reported their majors to Zhao Ting.
Among these people, seven female students and three male students were all medical majors. The rest were language majors, mathematics majors, and so on.
Zhao Ting directly grouped these young medical students into medical teams, while the rest were assigned to the military supplies department and his own battalion.
Zhou Shulan majored in the Chinese language and had a good foundation in writing. Zhao Ting directly asked her to stay in the battalion headquarters to be his clerk.
"Old Wang, you are in charge of settling them down.”
After assigning the students, Zhao Ting handed them over to the person in charge of the military supplies department, Old Wang.
After breakfast, Zhao Ting began a day of training for the soldiers of the model battalion.
On the battlefield, Zhao Ting was the one who could deal a heavy blow to the Japanese. Now, he wanted to use the Model Battalion as the foundation to build an iron-blooded army that would make the Japanese pale.
When the battle on the Songhu battlefield had reached its climax, Zhao Ting was training soldiers in Song County, far away from the battlefield.
There were nine platoons of soldiers in the model battalion, and the total number of soldiers was 650. Excluding the personnel on duty and the logistics department, there were about 500 people participating in the training.
Zhao Ting knew that their training here was only temporary. When the Japanese were unable to break through the main battlefield, they would open a second battlefield.
Song County, where he was, was on the attack route of the second battlefield of the Japanese, so there was not much time left for them.
Therefore, in Zhao Ting's training plan, the formation training that could improve the cohesiveness of the troops was directly compressed to a few hours.
Their main training was physical fitness, stabbing, and shooting. Other than training, they would learn how to use various weapons, learn the theory of teamwork, how to hide on the battlefield, and investigate the enemy's situation.
Zhao Ting had high standards for the soldiers of the model battalion. He trained every single one of them as officers, so he did everything himself.
He also had the support of the war system, sand table, maps, and various training manuals. He could directly exchange them with points.
The consequence of this was that after the first day of training, Zhao Ting's war points had already been used up.
The soldiers who thought that they could enjoy the glory of joining the model battalion experienced a hellish training on the first day, but it was worse than death.
However, everyone had to fight for their pride. Although it was hard for them, most of them were farmers before they joined the army. They were relatively hardworking. They did not want to become the trash that Zhao Ting mentioned and be eliminated. Therefore, even if they were tired, they gritted their teeth and persevered.
As the commander of the model battalion, Zhao Ting didn't sit in his office and command remotely like other officers. Instead, he followed the soldiers and fought on the training ground.
Seeing that Zhao Ting didn't even say anything, even if the soldiers were tired, they were embarrassed to say it.
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