In the regiment headquarters, Ding Wei came to the communication room.
There was a radio station that the New First Regiment had seized from the Japanese.
This radio station was brand new. It could be seen that the protection work of the new regiment was done very well.
Ding Wei admired Li Yun Long.
When he was in the 28th Regiment, he had tried every means to get a radio station from the Japanese, but he had never found anything.
If they couldn't get rid of all the Japanese in time, the Japanese would definitely destroy the radio station.
Unless the Japanese were eliminated in a short period of time, the Japanese would definitely do everything they could to destroy the radio station.
Ding Wei had tried many times, but he had not succeeded in obtaining a radio station.
"Send a message to headquarters."
Ding Wei looked at the telegram operator and ordered.
The telegrapher who was preparing quickly took action.
Very soon, he contacted the headquarters 'radio station.
Ding Wei was satisfied with the speed of the telegram operator.
The reason why the new regiment had a telegram operator was because Li Yunlong, the regiment commander, had personally gotten him from the brigade headquarters. Otherwise, how could the new regiment have such a talent?
After reporting Iron Bull's request for the soldiers to reclaim the wasteland, Ding Wei left the communication room and began to walk around the regiment headquarters.
After watching the soldiers of the security company train for a while, Ding Wei left the regimental headquarters and walked towards the 1st Battalion.
As the regiment commander, Ding Wei was prepared to visit the various battalions to see their training and the morale of the soldiers.
The political commissar of the new regiment had not arrived yet. He did not know when the headquarters would assign them.
Unlike Li Yunlong, Ding Wei could accept having a political commissar working with him.
With the political commissar's help, he could relax a little.
Ding Wei was looking forward to it. He hoped that the political commissar assigned to the new regiment would be easier to get along with and that he would be able to work well with him.
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Artillery Company.
At this moment, the warriors who were lacking in ability were training hard. They were a little envious of the warriors who were taken away by Iron Bull.
The soldiers had long felt bored by this kind of training.
However, there was no other way. They still had areas where they were lacking, so they could only stay and train.
The first squad leader was a little strict. He knew the role of the artillery company in battle, so he naturally did not dare to slack off.
He had high expectations for these soldiers who were not capable enough. He also hoped that these soldiers could become more outstanding as soon as possible so that they would not affect the combat effectiveness of the artillery company.
It was also because Iron Bull knew about this that he left the first squad leader behind to train the soldiers.
The second and third class monitors were not bad either, but he was a little inferior to the first class monitor.
If nothing unexpected happened, Iron Bull would focus on grooming the first class monitor.
When Iron Bull left the new regiment, he would let the first squad leader take over. By then, the first squad leader should have already grown up.
In the wasteland, Iron Bull led the soldiers to wave their pickaxes and continuously reclaim the wasteland.
The soldiers moved very quickly. With 20 to 30 people working together, they should be able to reclaim about five mu of land today.
If he had more time, it would be possible to reclaim more land.
However, Iron Bull was not prepared to do so. After all, the soldiers still needed training.
The soldiers of the Artillery Company did not need to reclaim too much land. About 30 to 40 Mu of land was enough.
Moreover, Iron Bull also needed to leave some land for the other soldiers of the new regiment.
They couldn't let the artillery company reclaim all the wasteland. What would happen to the other members of the new regiment?
After clearing about five acres of wasteland, Iron Bull brought the soldiers back to the training ground and continued today's training.
After instructing the soldiers to train, Iron Bull began to walk around the village.
He wanted to find the village chief and discuss with him about letting the villagers take care of the crops.
Taking care of the crops was not a heavy task. Moreover, the wasteland was reclaimed by the soldiers, and the seeds were provided by the new group. There should be many villagers willing to do this.
"Is the village chief here?"
When they arrived at the center of the village, the village chief's house was here.
The village chief was actually an old man in this village. He was highly respected and would usually look for this old man to solve any problems in the village.
Over time, this old man became the village chief.
"Little comrade, what's the matter?”
After waiting for a moment, the old man opened the mended wooden door.
There was no other way. Some of the slightly rich people in the village would run to the town to live, and only some poor families would stay in the village.
Not to mention, due to the war, the number of strong laborers in the village was decreasing, which made the elderly in the village the majority.
"Old man, it's like this. Our comrades have reclaimed some wasteland. We will provide seeds. I wonder if the villagers are willing to take care of the crops for us? The work would not be too heavy. After the food was harvested, some would be given to the villagers.”
Iron Bull quickly went forward and supported the trembling old village chief.
The old village chief was slightly stunned when he heard this. A moment later, a trace of joy appeared on his face, and his body stopped trembling.
"Little comrade, are you serious?"
"Old man, it must be true. If the villagers are willing, you can find me at the artillery company in the afternoon. The artillery company is in the east of the village.”Iron Bull said softly.
"I know, I know. Yesterday, there was a rumbling sound of artillery over there. We thought it was the Japanese.”The old village chief said.
"I'm really sorry. We were testing the cannon yesterday and forgot to inform everyone in the village. If there's anything in the future, we'll inform everyone in advance.”Iron Bull hurriedly apologized.
Yesterday, he had informed the soldiers of the new regiment about the live ammunition shooting, but he had forgotten to inform the villagers.
Iron Bull told himself to remember this matter.
Fortunately, the villagers were not too affected. Otherwise, Iron Bull's apology would not be able to make up for it.
"It's fine. We were born in troubled times, and we old people are already used to the sound of cannons.”
The old village chief sighed, feeling a little down.
Iron Bull nodded. He looked at the old man and felt a little uncomfortable.
In such a chaotic world, the life of an old man could be said to be quite bitter.
Iron Bull could see that there were many patches on the old village chief's clothes, and his body was very thin.
As the village chief, his conditions were probably not much better than ordinary villagers.
"Let's go, little comrade. I'll gather the villagers now. Tell everyone about it. There will definitely be many people willing to help you take care of the crops.”
"If there is enough land, I will help you take care of your crops. I just hope that you don't despise me.”
"The land is not enough, so let the villagers claim it first. This old man still has some food reserves and can still support himself.”
The old village chief looked at Iron Bull eagerly and hesitated for a long time before saying it.
Iron Bull looked at the old village chief with tears in his eyes. They didn't have to do this.
"Old Village Chief, don't worry. There's definitely enough land. Our Eighth Route Army is the people's army. When we have free time, we can ask the soldiers to help everyone reclaim the land.”
Iron Bull promised with a serious expression.
Iron Bull felt that he needed to do something for the villagers. It was necessary for the soldiers to help the villagers reclaim the land.
There were so many old people in the village. Without the help of the soldiers, the land that could be reclaimed would definitely be even less, and the lives of the old people would be even harder.
With the help of the soldiers, the old people could relax a little.
"Little comrade, thank you. Thank you, Eighth Route Army! Thank you!"
The old village chief held Iron Bull's hand with an excited expression.
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