Zhang Yunfei felt that he had many problems and he had to adapt to the new working environment as soon as possible. Now he was no longer commanding the main battalion of Yishui and Qijiu and Sanba, full of people, with grenades and mortars, but guerrillas with swashbones and large blades.

Needless to mention the quality of the soldiers, if they were treated as the combat power of a company in the previous army to formulate tactics, they would probably die miserably.

Moreover, the combat purposes of the guerrillas and the main force are different. They can dig roads and blast bridges and make the Japanese and puppet troops uncomfortable. The guerrillas are to destroy and consume the enemy's war potential. Facing the enemy head-on is the stupidest behavior.

Of course, Zhang Yunfei can only keep these words in his heart, and naturally he can't be rude. After all, this army has just been upgraded, and everyone's enthusiasm cannot be suppressed.

Overall, everyone is full of morale and fighting spirit. Although the combat power is not available, at least the morale of the army is available.

Zhang Yunfei took out a cigarette and threw one to Zhu Cheunger and said, "Old Zhu, the military region and military sub-district, transfer us to the new city, so that we can bring this team out, otherwise why bother to set up any detachment? It would be better to keep them in the state of the county brigade."

Zhu Cheung Lang silently took a sip of cigarettes and promised: "Captain, don't worry, I will do a good job in political work."

Zhang Yunfei nodded and said nothing.

Not only did Zhang Yunfei need to adjust to the new working environment, Zhu Shuolang's mentality problem was actually even more serious. However, he was his partner and could not kick and beat Tiedan like he did, so he could only stop.

Anyone who is sent to the guerrillas will be uncomfortable and emotional, of course, except that Tiedan guy.

That guy came to him. If he was sent to other guerrillas, he would be more emotional than anyone else.

Although Zhu Cheolang used to be a guerrilla warfare expert, it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it was difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Now he is suddenly unable to get angry when he fights guerrilla again.

Although he was promoted, the Eighth Route Army's official positions were more about power, and there was really not much about self-interest, so in terms of power, the number of troops commanded was smaller.

Only a short seller who stayed on paper was given, and the soldiers were unwilling to leave the old army. It was normal for them to be in a low mood when they were not in a good place.

The cadres of the Eighth Route Army have always been the most obedient to the overall situation and will not give up or negatively resist because they are dissatisfied with their work.

But people are emotional, passive obedience and active participation are two different things, and the effects they produce are completely different.

The whole person's mental outlook is also different, at least Zhang Yunfei can see that he has not turned around yet.

This is not possible. Now the entire detachment is still a turf team, and things are all over the place. It is the time when people are employed. How can he do this as the director without enthusiasm? He has to use it to the limit.

Not only did he have to assume the responsibilities of the political commissar, he was also an expert in guerrilla warfare, and he also had to resist the responsibilities of the chief of staff.

With the current situation, whether they are willing or not, they have to continue working here. If the troops cannot develop, how can they deal with the enemy's sweep?

After three or two years, other people's guerrillas developed into brigade and regiment-level. If they were still half-dead, their personal future would be small and they would lose face.

So Zhu Cheolang must use it well and must use it to death. His current state is not qualified.

Zhu Cheunger, who was smoking silently, suddenly felt a chill. He raised his head and looked at the leaking wooden door. He tightened the thick military cotton jacket. The weather was getting colder and colder, probably it was going to snow.

The moon willows are at the top of the sky, and after dusk, it is actually quite poetic, but in the middle of the winter, standing behind the bare locust tree, trembling with people, this is not related to poetry, and the conversation is even less poetic and picturesque.

To accurately understand the local situation, the best way is to find a local local snake, and Zhang Yunfei's more reassured local snake is naturally Zhang Dadai.

Although this guy is a little confused, at least he is tactful and has a tight voice, and will not cause trouble to reveal his whereabouts. He is the best choice for Zhang Yunfei to inquire about the news.

"Sir Zhang, I really didn't expect to see you again. After so long, I thought you were gone." Zhang Dadai stomped his feet, which were a little frozen.

"How do you say?" Zhang Yunfei raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly.

"I'm really not cursing you. It's not surprising that anyone is dead. Besides, you are a soldier again." Zhang Dadai said with an indifferent look on his face. Now he is no longer afraid that Zhang Yunfei will scare him.

He understood that he was not a traitor or a spy. In the eyes of the Eighth Route Army, he was just a commoner. Yes, he was not a good person, but no matter how bad the people were, they were still a commoner. The Eighth Route Army would not make things difficult for the people, at least they would not kill him unreasonably, as if they were the warlords. This is his confidence.

"What are you talking about? I'm looking for you in this cold weather, I'm not listening to your long-winded words." Zhang Yunfei interrupted this. The soldiers looked down on life and death indifferent, but discussing life and death here is also disgusting.

"I said to Chief Zhang, we can find a good time when we call people, it's so cold."

"Okay, you're still excited, right? It's good to look for you until the middle of the night. I also want to look for you in Da Nuanhetian. Do you dare to respond? I'm not afraid of being discovered and you have an affair with the Eighth Route Army. If you don't care, you will do this next time. Why do you think I'm not cold?"

"Hey, don't interfere, I'm just kidding. It's great, it's great. It's better if you stop looking for me." What a joke, there are eyeliners everywhere now. If you are labeled as an affair with the Eighth Route Army, you will definitely be reported by those bastards who see money. The Japanese will not reason with you. If you are not taken to shoot a target, you will die so unfairly.

"I won't go around with you anymore. Please help me find out the recent trends of the Japanese and puppet troops in Xincheng. By the way, I'll help us get some guns, ammunition and food. The troops are short of these recently."

"Sir Zhang, look at me. I have had a meal or not. I have had a meal and I have been hungry. I can ask you for some information. How can I get you guns and food? Look at me for you to run errands, or I would like to reward me with some money for drinking."

"Do you think I look like a rich man? Stop crying for me poor. With your virtue, no one can starve you to death. I think you live a very comfortable life, as if you have gained weight. Don't you have a relative with Wang Zhengyi? Think of him." Zhang Dadai is a vulture, a scavenger. The more chaotic the times, the more comfortable he lives.

"It is easy to have a few dozen kilograms of food, a few short guns, but it will be difficult to deal with too much. These are all military supplies, and the control is very strict. If there are too many, you will be suspected."

"Suspicion? Do Wang Zhengyi still have to doubt you? If you want to make these things, how can he not know what you are going to do? Don't worry, although I don't have money, the military's public account is still rich. I will buy it from you at the market price and will not let you work hard."
Chapter completed!