Qi Heng stayed at home for six days. During these days, he and his family enjoyed the tranquility and happiness that he had never had before. During the day, Qi Heng either chatted with his mother or taught his sisters to write, or the family went out for a walk and stroll together, and when he came back at night, he would tell his sisters bedtime stories.

But the peaceful time is always short. Early in the morning of November 17, Qi Heng packed up his luggage, left home in the reluctance of his mother and sisters, and embarked on the way home.

Eleven days later, the secret service camp was stationed.

Qi Heng rushed back to the army in silence, and at this time, only two days were left before the end of his vacation.

"Hey? Battalion Commander? You're back!"

The first company commander Hong Liang, who was talking to the sentry at the gate of the station, saw Qi Heng walking into the camp at a glance, and greeted Qi Heng with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm back." Qi Heng waved.

"Is there anything wrong in the camp recently?" Qi Heng signaled the orderly soldier Bai Laosi to take his luggage in first, stood beside Hong Liang and took out a cigarette box, took one, and handed it to Hong Liang.

Hong Liang took Qi Heng's cigarette, first helped Qi Heng light it, and then lit the cigarette himself and took a sip: "The army has been training recently, and the replenishment soldiers are almost done with the veterans in the original battalion."

"Fortunately, most of the supplementary soldiers this time are veterans, so there is no need to work too hard in military technology. The main thing is to practice cooperation. In this month, the combat power in the battalion has been completely formed."

When talking about the quality of the replenishing soldiers this time, Hong Liang was very satisfied. If he had supplemented a group of strong men who had never touched the gun like before, he would probably not be able to develop much combat power this month.

"That's great. I'll wash my face first. You go and call Xu Fatty Zhu Gusheng and the others. Let's have a small meeting." Qi Heng put out the cigarette and walked to the dormitory.

Soon, except for Shangguan Youhao, the six current chief and deputy company commanders of the special agent battalion and one direct platoon leader all sat in the battalion headquarters.

"Today is not a formal meeting, it's just about the situation in the camp when I was not here, so you can just report on the company's recent training plans and previous events. You can also report what you need."

Qi Heng had just washed his hair, but his hair was still wet. He sat at the table while wiping a white towel in his hand.

"Does the battalion commander have canned food? Or is there any pork?" The first person to speak was the third company commander Xu Guanghui, which attracted everyone's contemptuous eyes.

"Is it embarrassing to lose it? It's not a formal meeting, and you didn't ask for food as soon as you come up!" Hong Liang cursed.

"Don't you want to liven up the atmosphere?" Xu Guanghui looked at everyone awkwardly, lowering his head and stopping his words.

"The tactical training of infantry last month was carried out, mainly in the training of the team and platoon attacks." Zhu Gusheng said:

"Now the soldiers in each company are fully familiar with each other. The team cooperates well when attacking? In terms of weapon mastery, some supplementary soldiers are even better than some of our battalions' original soldiers."

"Then can you hold a small competition? The platoons compete for training, the new recruits and veterans compete for shooting skills, etc. The winners can be rewarded with a small reward, which can drive the spirit of the brothers." Qi Heng suggested.

"We are already planning this? But the live-fire shooting venue has not been found yet? Because our garrison is quite complicated, shooting may cause misunderstandings." Zhu Gusheng explained.

Qi Heng nodded: "I'll do the shooting training myself? We just happened to add a lot of ammunition, and each person can practice by firing more than 10 or 20 guns."

"By the way, Yang Wu?" Qi Heng thought of something again: "How many civil engineering tools are there in the camp now?"

"Ah?" Yang Wu was stunned for a moment: "This? The iron shovels and pickaxes in our company were borrowed by Peng Xiaoyu to excavate machine gun bunkers last time. Later, it was a mess. Not many of them were brought back after the war. It was probably only a few dozen of them in total, right?"

"Peng Xiaoyu!" Qi Heng looked at Peng Xiaoyu, the deputy company commander of the Third Company, who was sitting upright, and said: "You have gone out to find a blacksmith during this period? See if you can buy a batch of shovels and pickaxes."

"Yes!" Peng Xiaoyu replied: "But? Why do you want to get so many digging guys?"

"You are a military policeman. Do you know the importance of fox pits? I will go back and ask if I can assign some engineer shovels to us. Next month our battalion will start digging various fortifications." Qi Heng replied.

"What the battalion commander said makes sense?" Yang Wu nodded thoughtfully:

"Although many soldiers are veterans now, the skills of digging fox pits by veterans from miscellaneous troops are really not good. They are far from our adjustment division. There are still many people who are too lazy to dig when fighting, so they just look for bomb craters on the spot and hide them. This is not very good."

"Yes," Qi Heng took Yang Wu's words: "You are all veterans who were originally adjusted. You should not let go of the skills of digging fortifications and foxholes. Then you will all come on stage and teach them to the people under your command. If you catch someone who is lazy, you will send them to the battalion department and I will kill him."

"yes!"

"Wu Weiguo, how are you familiar with the new equipment of your artillery company?"

"There is a gunner in the supplementary army who has fired German war defense artillery. I have collected it into the artillery company. Now the soldiers of the war defense artillery platoon and the machine gun platoon can operate these two guns skillfully, but if you have not fired live ammunition, it is hard to say the accuracy." Wu Weiguo replied.

"We lack artillery shells, but live ammunition shooting still needs to be done," Qi Heng pondered: "Give me a week, I'll apply to the top to see if the artillery can also fire live ammunition."

"Mouse, is there any problem with your reconnaissance platoon?"

The mouse, who had just become the platoon leader, was still a little restrained when facing the company commanders around him. When he heard Qi Heng ask a question, he swallowed and began to describe the situation in his platoon.

"Report to the battalion commander, there are 41 people in our rank, all of whom are veterans, all of whom are smart, with good eyes and quick legs. They go to the front to investigate, and they run fast when they are discovered by the Japanese. Well, there is nothing wrong with it!" As the mouse said, he didn't know what to say, and ended his narrative with a blushing face.

"Okay, not bad," Qi Heng was amused by the mouse.

"Hong Liang, how are you doing that assault class?" Qi Heng had previously asked Hong Liang to set up an infantry squad specifically for assault in the first company based on the ideas of the German instructor when he was in school.

"It's already done. The members of the assault squad are all veterans drawn from all the battalions. It's okay for any one to be assigned to be the squad leader. However, the battalion commander only has five submachine guns, three Qili light machine guns, and a grenade launcher. Isn't it a bit too extravagant?"

Hong Liang asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!