New First Order Group,

Li Yunlong recovered from his injuries.

"Captain, it's time to take medicine."

He Yuzhu came to Li Yunlong's kang with a bowl of black medicine soup. The medicine was still steaming hot and emitting a foul smell.

Obviously, this is a bowl of medicinal soup that looks bitter, smells bitter, and tastes bitter.

Li Yunlong, who was not afraid of the world, was afraid of this bowl of medicine and his body lying on the kang obviously shrank in.

"If you don't drink, you won't drink it. If you don't drink it, you won't drink it if you beat me to death. Such a smelly medicine can cure wounds. Who can believe it if you say it!

He Yuzhu, you must be uneasy and kind, and I want to be the leader of the group to death."

Li Yunlong was really scared.

Yesterday, the Xinyi Gang successfully broke through the front line and returned to the station in time. After recuperation for a few hours, Li Yunlong also woke up.

But I was in poor spirits. The medical staff said they had lost too much blood and needed rest.

Of course, it is better to feed the medicinal materials that replenish vitality.

Unfortunately, the Eighth Route Army could not even ensure three meals a day, and often had no food, let alone precious medicinal materials.

It was He Yuzhu who arranged for the return of the battalions. After hearing about this, he recommended himself to take the soldiers to the wild for a long time, and then he made this bowl of anti-human medicine soup.

Li Yunlong was caught off guard and drank a bowl. His mental state improved a lot, but he felt itchy all night.

The feeling of not being able to cough and it was not painful, which made him, a man who was so fierce that he was afraid.

When I saw He Yuzhu bringing the medicine soup today, I refused to take it.

Looking at Li Yunlong's fearful application, He Yuzhu felt so happy, don't mention it.

See, Lao He is awesome, how about Li Yunlong, what about the protagonist, I have to drink my foot washing water...

Well, it's a potion.

"Captain, the old saying is well said,

True words are good for action, and good medicine is good for the disease. Our medicine is a little bitter, but it is effective."

"As long as you persist in drinking for 180 days, you will be a lively man."

He Yuzhu was so tempted that Li Yunlong's face changed.

Good guy,

It turned out to be 180 days, and I can't stand it even a day. Don't you take my life?

"Wounded by Li Yunlong, I will order you as the acting leader of the New First Regiment to obey the order and drink the medicine soup."

After coaxing for a long time, Li Yunlong still refused to eat it. He Yuzhu became impatient and stared at him.

"Hu Zi, Zhang Dabiao, stand at attention!"

"have!"

"Hold the leader and feed him medicine."

Hu Zi and Zhang Dabiao looked at Li Yunlong with a look when they heard this, making Li Yunlong feel terrified.

Roaring:

"Zhang Dabiao, Li Hu, you dare!

Don’t forget who is the leader of the new group, who has the final say!”

Zhang Dabiao and Li Hu looked at each other,

He said in unison:

"Li Yunlong's wounded, the acting leader of the New First Regiment is He Yuzhu's staff officer. Now he has the final say in the New First Regiment!"

"superior!"

With a wave of his hand, Hu Zi rushed over and pressed Li Yunlong, and then Zhang Dabiao happily took the medicine soup and poured it in.

Call me, leader, the bigger you call me, the more excited I will be.

As soon as Li Yunlong's wound stabilized, He Yuzhu sent him to the hospital behind.

He only has ten years of clinical experience in traditional Chinese medicine. He can produce one or two medicines for regulating vital energy, but the rest will be fooled.

Return to the regiment headquarters, count the damage and take stock of the harvest.

The first one made him feel depressed, and the new regiment battle reduced by more than half.

Originally, there were less than 1,000 people in the New First Regiment, but there were only 466 people who successfully returned to the regiment headquarters, about half of which, and all were injured.

What made He Yuzhu even more heartbroken was that among the soldiers who died, some were veterans of war who came out of the Long March and the seeds of future officers.

If these people survived to the founding of the People's Republic of China, they would at least be battalion-level cadres.

Even if you live until the War of Liberation, you can quickly be competent for the lower-level officers and ensure the combat effectiveness of the team after the expansion of the team.

They were also the leader. When fighting, they always shouted "Comrades, follow me, and rushed out first." The mortality rate was naturally high, but some new recruits survived.

The next thing is good.

There were more than 700 guns left in the regiment. In addition to the soldiers themselves, some of them were really scared of being poor, so they brought one more to break through.

The first time there were more guns than people in the New Coalition.

Of course, the greatest joy is that the new regiment has three Type 92 heavy machine guns and one mortar.

"Captain, I also brought two artillery shells out. Now our regiment has two mortars and two shells."

Wang Chengzhu shouted happily, thinking of He Yuzhu's praise, thinking that the team leader should reward me with a bottle of sweet potatoes.

"What, there are two shells?"

"That's right, the leader!"

Wang Chengzhu raised his chin proudly, and we are the new group of meritorious officials.

He Yuzhu kicked him.

"Dog Damn Wang Chengzhu, are you stupid? You still leave me a trick when you break through so nervously, and you're going to get you!"

"Transfer the order, remove Wang Chengzhu's identity as the company commander of artillery, and report to the logistics department of the regiment headquarters.

You guys are stingy, I’ll choose a suitable place for you.”

He Yuzhu was so angry. In his heart, the lives of the soldiers were much more precious than shells.

If Wang Chengzhu's two shells were used on the battlefield, he could save more soldiers.

He did that not only failed, but also failed!

"Captain, are you considering it again..."

Zhang Dabiao and others were stunned and stared at He Yuzhu in a daze.

In their hearts, it is absolutely commendable that Wang Chengzhu can get two precious mortar shells later under such a dangerous situation.

Not only did He Yuzhu not reward him, but instead removed his company commander, which was really unreasonable.

He Yuzhu was also stunned. He didn't expect there was anything to argue about this issue.

Just looking up, I found that Wang Chengzhu looked like I felt wronged and sad, and the others were also wanting to speak but stopping.

He understood,

My thinking is ahead of the curve again.

The Eighth Route Army cannot produce artillery shells now, but it is just some of its weak ability to resume production, which depends on artificial refilling of gunpowder one by one.

It can be imagined that the weight of these two shells in the soldiers' hearts.

It is probably in Wang Chengzhu's mind. Even if he sacrifices his own life, he will definitely save the shells first before the critical moment.

Ammunition is more valuable than human life!

Thinking about this, He Yuzhu almost burst into tears.

What a great warrior,

With countless such warriors, what reason does Japan have to fail?

However, He Yuzhu insisted on thinking that he was right.

Human life is greater than that of heaven.

"The order remains unchanged. Wang Chengzhu, you still have to report to me to the logistics department and exercise for three days.

I hope you all remember that we don’t care about other groups. In our new group, life is greater than everything else, and the soldiers are the most precious.

In my heart, He Yuzhu, defeating Sakata head-on is nothing; killing the old Japanese devils on Sakata is nothing;

I, He Yuzhu, is the happiest and most glorious thing to bring you out of heaven and let the most people survive.”

He Yuzhu slapped the table with a palm and stood up.
To be continued...