Chapter 8
"Tell me, what problem did you encounter? Let me see if I can help you."
Sun Yuanliang looked at Zhang Wenbin who walked in and said with a smile.
"General, I hope you can send some people to transport the supplies to our camp. There's nothing else."
Sun Yuanliang was a little surprised when he heard Zhang Wenbin's words.
"You need supplies so soon? Did Commander Tang send you the troops?"
He had thought that Tang Mengxiao would drag it out for a while.
"No! Commander Tang was busy with military affairs and did not have time. However, I had no choice but to set up a team now, so I set up the structure of the team in the morning.
All the battalions and platoons have gone down to gather the scattered soldiers. We should be able to recruit enough by tonight. However, we have the source of soldiers, but we don't have the logistics supplies. Our First Regiment doesn't have any extra people to collect the logistics supplies, so we hope that the General can help us and send someone to send them over.”
Zhang Wenbin said casually, but Sun Yuanliang frowned.
"Go down and gather the scattered soldiers? Wenbin, I know you're anxious, but you can't just go down there and gather them. We are German Machinists, what we need is an excellent source of soldiers.
Among the many troops that had retreated from the front line, there were excellent soldiers. However, every excellent soldier would be gathered in a special barracks after they returned, and they would need the order of the Commissioner or Commander Tang to take them away.
The people you're talking about should be people from the ordinary scattered soldiers 'camps and the streets, right? Many of them were from the local army, a motley crew. Their combat strength was not strong. The combat strength of such a team was worrying!”
Even if the Generalissimo's direct troops were defeated, they would be quickly gathered after they returned and used as reserve troops to supplement the other troops.
Although these soldiers had suffered a defeat, their quality was still there. The chairman would not allow these soldiers to wander on the streets like this. They would all be gathered in special barracks.
These barracks needed a warrant to be taken away. This was also the reason why the chairman had asked Tang Mengxiao to take care of this matter.
Most of the ordinary scattered soldiers and those wandering on the streets were just a motley crew with poor combat skills. Previously, he was the type of person who belonged to a mixed army.
"It's all the same! The only thing they lacked was weapons, equipment, and some compatibility. Their combat strength was not bad, and their fighting will was not bad either.”
Zhang Wenbin slowly shook his head. On the Songhu battlefield, the local mixed army was among the fiercest troops.
Among them, the children of the Gui Army and the Sichuan Army were the bravest. They wore straw sandals and carried old sleeves on their backs as they charged at the Japanese cannons.
Before the war began, they were known as the epitome of low combat effectiveness. However, after the war began, their bravery had won the recognition of many people. They did not lack the will to fight, but they lacked weapons and equipment!
The children of Bagui were known as Wolf Soldiers. They were incomparably brave in battle and were not afraid of death.
The Sichuan army put down everything and was willing to use their blood to wash away the disgraceful side of the Sichuan army in the civil war. They carried coffins to fight and would charge in front of every war without fear!
On the battlefield against the Japanese, the Sichuan Army and the Gui Army could be considered as the two heroes.
"Forget it! Up to you, kid! I'll send someone to deliver your logistics supplies to you later. However, you have to be prepared to move at any time.
Now the Japanese soldiers are already on our noses, and the commission has just issued a battle plan. We don't know when we'll leave, but we might not be able to take care of your group, so you have to make your own preparations.”
Sun Yuanliang kindly reminded Zhang Wenbin that when war broke out, there was no need to worry so much. In the chaos of the war, his own troops could get lost, let alone the newly formed First Advance Regiment.
"Haha! General, don't worry! I know!"
Zhang Wenbin walked out of the 72nd Division's headquarters and turned around to look at the headquarters. He could not help but take a deep breath.
He didn't know what kind of person Sun Yuan Liang was. From the looks of it, this person seemed to be not bad. At least, he treated him very well.
However, in history, before Jin Ling City was conquered, this person led a troop to retreat to the lower pass and became a deserter. If not for the fact that he was forced by the commander of the 36th Division, he probably would not have returned.
Moreover, this person had the title of Flying General in history. During the Northern Expedition, he retreated without authorization and was almost shot by the chairman.
However, his performance on the Songhu battlefield could be called a classic. It was just that this person's history was still mixed.
"Forget it! Forget about this. I can't care about this anyway."
Zhang Wenbin shook his head and left the command post, returning to his military camp.
Time passed slowly like this. It was around eight o'clock in the evening, and the camp of the First Battalion was already bustling with activity.
The platoon officers had all pulled them back. It could be distinguished from their accents.
There were people from Sichuan, Sichuan, and Yunnan in the southwest, people from Guangdong and Guangxi, and people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
There seemed to be people from all the provinces in the south. The dialect and accent from all over the country were mixed here. Those who did not know better would think that it was a big gathering of the provinces.
Zhang Wenbin stood in front and listened to all kinds of voices. He could not help but scratch his head. The accents of the southern provinces varied greatly.
Wasn't there a saying in the future?
A Northeastern accent could be heard throughout the three northeastern provinces. A southern accent might not be understood by anyone outside this street.
Although this was just a joke, it could also be seen that the accent of the southern provinces was different. I swear, I've been in Nanchang for two years, and I don't understand a word of Nanchang dialect. It feels like I'm listening to a foreign language. When I talk to the locals, it's all Mandarin.
"You guys, come here!"
Zhang Wenbin looked at the six battalion commanders who were standing there proudly and called them over with a headache.
"Guild Leader, we've recruited everyone! Hehe! Look!"
Wu Deshui, the commander of the 6th Battalion, was smiling with a flattering expression.
Zhang Wenbin rolled his eyes, but he also knew that veterans were like this.
"What a headache! These people were from all over the world, and communication was a problem. How did you recruit them? Can you understand?"
Zhang Wenbin glanced at Wu Deshui and asked.
"This is such a simple matter! They didn't speak Mandarin, but they understood! Let's just fight like this.”
Wu Deshui grinned, and the few people beside him quickly moved away from him, as if they were hiding from the God of Plagues.
Zhang Wenbin rolled his eyes, but he was not worried. Since these veterans dared to recruit them, they still had some ideas about communication.
"Sun Ming!"
Zhang Wenbin shouted behind him. The logistics director, Sun Ming, quickly ran over.
"Guild Leader, you called for me!"
"Didn't the General bring the supplies over in the afternoon? In a while, get the battalions to distribute the weapons and equipment, as well as the rations. Also, start training tomorrow.”
Zhang Wenbin took a look. It was impossible not to train. Just as Sun Yuanliang had said, these scattered troops did not have any true elites. They were all a motley crew.
However, it was still better than those farmers who had just put down their hoes.
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