Two hours later.
When Iron Bull walked out of the 3rd Battalion, there were nearly 200 names recorded in the small notebook. These were all soldiers who wanted to become artillery.
The soldiers who chose to record were all pretty good. Most of them were young and full of vitality.
What made Iron Bull feel helpless was that not many of these young people were literate.
There were not many who knew how to count, and this was still calculated according to the level of primary school.
Iron Bull thought about how he could choose the most suitable thirty people from these soldiers. He felt that it was quite difficult.
The sky was already dark. Iron Bull gave up the idea of looking for Li Yunlong. It wouldn't be a problem to look for him tomorrow.
Considering that Li Yunlong would soon leave the new regiment, Iron Bull was a little conflicted. He didn't know whether he should start his own artillery training.
Once a new regiment commander arrived, the artillery training would be hindered, and it would be troublesome.
Iron Bull knew that Ding Wei was replacing Li Yunlong, and he had a good relationship with Li Yunlong. However, to be safe, it was better to be cautious.
Tomorrow, Iron Bull needed to find Li Yunlong and ask for his opinion.
He believed that with Li Yunlong's personality, he would not care about this.
After returning to his room, Iron Bull took out the remaining two pancakes and ate them with warm water.
Swallowing the pancake, Iron Bull flipped through the small notebook that recorded the names of the soldiers, preparing to make a selection in advance.
After making a decision, he would directly teach the selected warriors.
The training of artillery was a long-term job, and it also required a lot of live ammunition practice.
Given the situation of the New Regiment, the artillery could only practice with live ammunition on the battlefield.
This also allowed Iron Bull to strengthen the soldiers 'actual combat operation ability as much as possible when training the artillery. This ensured that there would be no problems when controlling the artillery on the battlefield.
In order to achieve this, Iron Bull would need to lead the warriors through a lot of practice.
Iron Bull could imagine that at the beginning, he would definitely have a hard time.
Only when the warriors were on the right track could they relax a little.
After marking the names of the soldiers on the small notebook, Iron Bull made another copy.
It was only after he had copied down all the names of the soldiers that he realized that he had forgotten something.
They were using traditional Chinese characters!
Iron Bull had written it in simplified Chinese. Realizing this, he could only smile bitterly.
In the end, Iron Bull could only find the books in the cabinet and find the corresponding traditional Chinese characters bit by bit to modify them all.
During the process of editing, Iron Bull also seriously memorized the way to write traditional Chinese characters.
At first, he was not used to it, but as he wrote more, he became better.
After getting used to writing traditional Chinese characters, Tie Niu's handwriting was still very beautiful.
When he was in university, he had a lot of free time. He joined the Calligraphy Club and practiced his calligraphy.
Now that he had appeared on the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War, calligraphy was not very useful, but Tie Niu was still very satisfied that his words were a little better.
After making a copy of the name list, Iron Bull did not feel too sleepy. He simply picked up a book and began to read it seriously.
After about an hour, Iron Bull finally felt sleepy. After extinguishing the oil lamp, he fell into a deep sleep.
The night was quiet. With the soldiers on duty guarding silently, nothing happened at night, and there was no Japanese sneak attack.
The new regiment successfully defeated the Sakata United Army, and the 129th Division and the other troops successfully broke out of the encirclement, causing the Japanese's encirclement to fail.
Facing the situation where the 8th Route Army had successfully escaped, the Japanese were very irritable. They wanted to find traces of the 8th Route Army, but the hidden 8th Route Army was not easy to find.
After all, there were many hills in northwestern Shanxi. It was quite easy for the Eighth Route Army to hide.
Unless the Japanese were willing to continue searching, they would need a large amount of supplies, as well as the cooperation of the Air Force and the Army. Only by searching inch by inch would they be able to find traces of the 129th Division.
Unfortunately, the Japanese were reluctant to spend so much energy and resources to do so.
The 129th Division hoped that the Japanese would do this. After entering the hilly area, the Japanese forces would be divided. The 129th Division's combat strength was not weak, and it was still possible for them to bite back at the Japanese.
The Japanese retreated very quickly. The national army had tied down a lot of their troops on the battlefield, so they could not send a large number of troops to this area.
Moreover, the natural environment of this area was harsh. It was located in the Shanxi Plateau, and the transportation was inconvenient. It did not have much value.
The Japanese also knew that the Shanxi Highlands were rich in mineral resources, but they did not have enough time to mine, nor did they have enough troops to ensure the safety of the Kuangqu.
Moreover, Shanxi also had a big BOSS, the commander of the second battlefield. People who treated Shanxi as their nest would not allow the Japanese to be so presumptuous.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
Awoken by the shouts of the soldiers, Iron Bull opened his eyes. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes. He had yet to react.
After a while, Iron Bull got up, calmly put on his military uniform, and walked out of the room.
After Iron Bull quickly washed his face, he ran towards the place where the soldiers were training. He also needed to receive the corresponding training.
Iron Bull was the only one in the artillery unit, so he could slack off like this. In the new regiment, Li Yun Long was the only one who could manage the artillery unit.
If an ordinary warrior was like Iron Bull, he would have been scolded by the class monitor long ago.
No one cared about him, and Iron Bull did not relax his demands on himself. He wanted to receive good training.
Tie Niu didn't want to be ignorant when fighting with the Japanese. When he thought about his marksmanship, he blushed.
He ran to the training area where the soldiers were training. The soldiers of the regiment's security company were all quite good, and they were very imposing when they shouted and killed.
Iron Bull picked up a wooden spear from the side and started training with the soldiers.
The security company commander in charge of training was slightly stunned when he saw Iron Bull, but he did not stop him from training.
The training in the morning was very simple. It was training with a bayonet. He kept stabbing the wooden spear in his hand. Iron Bull was very serious in his training.
Since it could be taught to soldiers, this kind of bayonet fighting technique must have practical value.
It might not be very beautiful to use a bayonet like this, but on the battlefield, it was not important whether it was beautiful or not. The most important thing was to be able to kill the enemy.
The Japanese wouldn't let you off just because you looked pretty when you waved your bayonet.
Half an hour later, the training was over. The commander wanted to train for a while more, but he could see that the soldiers 'bodies were unable to hold on any longer.
It was easy for problems to arise if one did not have enough nutrition to supplement themselves with a lot of training.
However, he had to face the Japanese now. He could not care less about the lack of nutrition. On the battlefield, the Japanese would not care if he had enough nutrition.
Iron Bull put down the wooden spear in his hand and panted heavily.
The sun had just risen, but beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.
Sweat had already drenched the back of his military uniform. Iron Bull stood up straight. A breeze blew, and he felt much more relaxed.
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