By the end of 1939, Zhou Weihan was already the leader of the cooking squad at the Glorious Headquarters. This squad leader was obtained by Zhou Weihan in exchange for four Type 92 infantry cannons.
The boss said this at the time: "Zhou Weihan, you kid, don't be ungrateful. You kill prisoners on the battlefield and ignore organizational disciplines. It's not an exaggeration for me to shoot you. Are you wronged by coming to the headquarters to take the blame?"
Zhou Weihan didn't dare to start talking in front of the boss, and said quickly: "Boss, how dare I? This is not because our political commissar was injured and hospitalized. People in the group are panicked, and we really don't feel at ease."
"The headquarters has other arrangements for the 22nd Regiment, so don't worry about it. Just go to your cooking team and take the blame."
The deputy chief of staff next to him joked: "It's a bit humiliating for the leader of the main force to take the blame. Otherwise, let me beg the boss for you."
"I heard that the 22nd Regiment has an artillery battalion with 6 mortars and 4 Type 92 infantry guns. It just so happens that the headquarters is setting up an artillery regiment."
"Chief of Staff, this artillery is the lifeblood of our 22nd Regiment. I'll let the cooking team take the blame," Zhou Weihan said distressedly.
"Zhou Weihan, I've turned against you. Do you think I'm bargaining with you? Don't think I don't know you've hidden two infantry cannons," the boss said, slapping the table.
"Ask your artillerymen from the 22nd Regiment to report to the artillery regiment at the headquarters tomorrow with four Type 92 infantry guns. You will be the squad leader in the cooking squad."
Even though he was reluctant in his heart, Zhou Weihan did not dare to negotiate conditions with his boss, so he could only say: "Yes"
Although he is the squad leader, the actual person in charge is still the former squad leader Wu.
When Zhou Weihan came to the cooking class for the first time to report, Old Wu knocked the cigarette pole in his hand and said: "Captain Zhou, you are a good fighter, how can you really come to work in the cooking class?"
Lao Wu is a long-time military veteran. He has climbed snow-capped mountains and crossed grasslands. His worn-out military uniform is full of scars. When he got older, he stayed in the cooking class, where he usually gave lectures to the young soldiers in the cooking class.
The story of that year.
It can be said that Zhou Weihan's little life in the cooking class was really leisurely. The soldiers of the 22nd Regiment sent supplies to the cooking class every once in a while, so as to improve the food for the head of the headquarters.
When he was fine, Zhou Weihan could still use the excuse of going to the headquarters hospital to visit the political commissar and take a look at the beautiful women.
In these small days, in Li Yunlong's words, a brigade commander would never change his life.
On this day, Zhou Weihan was leaning against the door of the cooking class to bask in the sun. From far away, he heard Li Yunlong’s loud voice: “Old Zhou, you want me to die.”
When Zhou Weihan heard Li Yunlong's voice, he stood up and wanted to run away, but Li Yunlong ran faster than a rabbit and grabbed Zhou Weihan.
"Haha, Lao Zhou, I heard that you have come to the headquarters to be the leader of the cooking team. Brother, I will sneak over to see you. Don't worry about it," Li Yunlong said with a smile.
He looks like he needs a beating. Zhou Weihan wishes you could hit him twice to relieve his anger.
"Then you are wrong. I drink a little wine every day and serve Japanese canned beef. I live a comfortable life."
"Don't brag. You are quite unlucky, too. Your farts hit your heels. My new regiment never leaves a living person when fighting Japanese invaders on the battlefield. Otherwise, nothing happens. Why are you like this?"
Li Yunlong said sarcastically.
"Don't be sad. There is an urgent shortage of regimental commanders in various departments of our army. Maybe one day I will become a regiment commander again."
Zhou Weihan thought to himself: "You, Li Yunlong, are just talking about it. When you go to the border area to become the director of the quilt factory, don't scold me."
Speaking of getting acquainted with Li Yunlong, we have to start when the headquarters organized the heads of various divisions of the 129th Division to visit and study with the 22nd Regiment.
Before this, everyone had only heard of Zhou Weihan's name but had never seen him.
On the way here, Li Yunlong and several other regiment leaders said: "I heard that Zhou Weihan, the leader of the 22nd regiment, is a white-faced scholar. What real skills can he have?"
"I, Li Yunlong, if nothing else, even though I haven't studied for a few days, I still fight Japanese enemies."
Kong Jie, the leader of the Independent Regiment next to him, laughed and said: "I said you, Li Yunlong, don't know a few Chinese characters, and you don't know what one character is when the pole falls over. What are you bragging about? This time the headquarters asked us to come to the 22nd Regiment just to visit and learn.
Yeah, don't make any trouble."
Li Yunlong shouted unconvinced: "You idiot Kong, you stick a green onion in your pig's nose, what are you pretending to be? When will it be your turn to teach me a lesson?"
Kong Jie said with a smile: "I, Kong Jie, can't do anything to you, Li Yunlong, and I can't teach you a lesson. Then someone will wait for the brigade commander to punish you."
Hearing the name of the brigade commander, Li Yunlong instantly fainted and muttered: "Study, study, learn shit."
When Li Yunlong and several other regiment leaders arrived at the 22nd Regiment's station, their eyes widened when they saw the equipment of the soldiers of the 22nd Regiment.
There are more than 2,000 men in the regiment, each with a 38-gun, Czech light machine guns in the platoon, Maxim heavy machine guns in the company, a machine gun company in the battalion, 6 mortars in the regiment, and 4 Type 92 infantry guns.
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The guard company has a three-gun configuration, each man has a shell gun, Mauser rifle, and a trap.
When he saw the Type 92 Infantry Cannon, Li Yunlong couldn't walk on his feet, so he hugged him and refused to let go: "Young devil's Type 92 Infantry Cannon is a good thing."
"Brother Zhou, although this is the first time we have met, I, Li Yunlong, feel cordial from the bottom of my heart. In the words of their intellectuals, what is it called a first meeting..."
Cheng Xiazi, the leader of the 772nd Regiment, interjected from the side: "Old Li, this is called feeling like an old friend at first sight."
Li Yunlong replied: "Yes, that's what it means. Brother Zhou and I are innately destined, haha."
Kong Jie joked to Zhou Weihan: "Captain Zhou, this guy Li Yunlong is a dog-faced guy. You have to be careful. He is probably thinking about your Type 92 infantry cannon."
Several people around burst into laughter.
When several people left in the afternoon, Zhou Weihan asked the guards to prepare a box of authentic Shanxi Fenjiu and a box of Japanese canned beef and distributed them to everyone.
Cheng Xiazi, the leader of the 772 Regiment, said: "This visit and study trip is really worth it. Commander Zhou leads the troops well. If all the Eighth Route Army units are as strong as the 22 Regiment and have sophisticated weapons, the day will come when the little devils will get out of China."
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Zhou Weihan said: "Commander Cheng, thank you very much. Your 772nd regiment is the foundation of our Eighth Route Army, so it's not bad at all."
Kong Jie then smiled and said: "Old Zhou, if I, Kong Jie, need help in the future, you can't be careless."
When Zhou Weihan heard what Kong Jie said, he also joked: "Everything Commander Kong said is the armed forces of the Eighth Route Army. Who is following whom? Do you have enough machine guns for your regiment? Let me tell you a few."
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"Captain Zhou, just tell me this. If you say this to Li Yunlong, you will definitely be beaten by a meat bun and never come back."
"Go, go, go, Kong Er, why are you everywhere? Who do you think you are?"
"In terms of qualifications, when you carried Hanyang on your back, what did we Lao Li carry? A speed machine. Compared with me, you Kong Jie is just a new recruit."
Li Yunlong glanced at the smiling Cheng Xiazi beside him and said, "And you, Cheng Xiazi, when you first joined the army, I taught you how to shoot a gun step by step."
"Li Yunlong, I said you are fat and you are still breathing. Look how awesome you are. How can you be a regiment commander if you are so awesome? Why aren't you a brigade commander?" Kong Jie said.
"Haha, everyone, I will send you off not far away on behalf of Commander Zhou. Before leaving, the brigade commander called us specifically and said, Li Yunlong, take care of yourself, learn with humility, and don't stir up trouble for me," Li Yunlong said
"We have to listen to what the brigade commander says. We, Mr. Li, have nothing but to obey orders."
"Lao Zhou, do you have any objection if I stay with you for a few more days to study?" Li Yunlong said to Zhou Weihan with a smile.
Zhou Weihan wanted to send away the plague god Li Yunlong as soon as possible, so he could only say: "Old Li, if you are willing to stay a few more days, it is to give me face. If not, I will serve you well with wine and food."
Kong Jie said: "Old Zhou, just wait for this guy Li Yunlong to hit you. He is probably thinking about your Type 92 infantry cannon."