The firearms tutorial lasted two hours, and it didn't end until it was getting dark, and then it was time for dinner.
Today's meal is the same as usual, one kilogram of multigrain rice per person, with some green vegetables, two ounces of lunch meat, and a bowl of clear soup.
In the eyes of later generations, it is an exaggeration to eat one kilogram of grains in one meal, but this is not the case.
The amount of exercise that soldiers exercise is greater than that of ordinary people, and their appetite naturally increases accordingly. In addition, the food in these days is not as rich as in later generations, and it is absolutely impossible if they are not full.
"This brother Gao is really pervasive in the ideological education of the troops." Ding Wei murmured as he ate the multi-grain rice mixed with mashed potatoes, sorghum rice and sweet potatoes with a spoon and looked at the restaurant built with a large tent.
The values of the Liantai Militia are written around it: honor, loyalty, mission, integrity, respect, and sacrifice.
"It seems that I need to remind the political commissar that the new regiment will also strengthen the ideological education of the troops during this period."
Political Commissar Ding Wei was just thinking about his thoughts, and his eating movements could not help but slow down for a while. Political Commissar Li on the side saw this and couldn't help but said: "Old Ding... hurry up and eat. It's a rare opportunity to eat from a big family. Why don't you take this opportunity to eat more?"
, otherwise I won’t be able to eat it after a while.” Political Commissar Li laughed while competing with the multi-grain rice in front of him, showing that he had a great appetite.
"Soldiers of the Liantai Militia, please pay attention... Just now, a Japanese aircraft formation consisting of more than 20 Type 99 heavy explosive aircraft and more than 30 Type Zero fighters tried to sneak attack on Liantai County under the cover of night.
, but it has been defeated by my heroic flying corps.
In this air battle, we shot down a total of 28 Japanese fighter planes and 21 Type 99 heavy bombers, for a total of 49 aircraft. Let us cheer for the heroic pilots!"
Just after the latest battle report was announced over the radio in the recruit training camp, the entire recruit camp was immediately enveloped in a flood of applause and cheers. The recruits who were dining were exchanging their opinions here. Even the new regiment's
The soldiers also talked a lot.
Political Commissar Li couldn't help but said: "Old Ding, is the content in this broadcast a boast? Why did he shoot down nearly fifty Japanese planes as soon as he opened his mouth? How can it be so exaggerated?"
After these years of war of resistance, everyone has understood one thing: Japan's comprehensive national strength is much stronger than that of China.
During this period, one of the characteristics of the Eighth Route Army's battles with the Japanese army was that once the scale of the battle with the Japanese army reached the regiment level or above, the combat time should not exceed one hour, otherwise it would easily lead to bombing by Japanese planes.
Facing the bombing by Japanese planes, the Eighth Route Army, which lacked air defense weapons, could only adopt two methods: hiding or getting as close as possible to the enemy to reduce casualties.
But even so, once the Eighth Route Army encounters a bombing by Japanese planes during a battle with the Japanese army, the casualties of the Eighth Route Army will increase significantly. Therefore, Political Commissar Li, who has a deep understanding of this, shot down 49 Japanese planes as soon as he heard that the Liantai Flying Corps shot down 49 Japanese planes in the first battle.
As soon as he realized that the Liantai Vigilante Group was lying, he couldn't help but complain to Ding Wei.
Ding Wei thought for a while and shook his head: "Old Li, you have worked in the Jinzhong Military Region for a long time, so you may not know much about the Liantai Militia, but I have cooperated with Captain Gao several times, and I still know a little about him.
In my opinion, Commander Gao is a proud man, and people like him don’t bother to lie. And don’t forget, how Commander Gao stood up for us when we were surrounded by the Sixth Division two days ago.
Can we solve the problem? Shouldn’t we just use his air force?”
"this……"
Only then did Political Commissar Li remember that when the New Regiment broke out a few days ago, the Liantai Flying Corps used dozens of aircraft to escort them throughout the entire process. It could almost be said that the whole process was based on the use of bombs and napalm to build a castle of death between them and the Japanese army.
The wall not only escorted the New Regiment to Liantai County, but also severely damaged the Japanese cavalry regiment.
Thinking of this, Political Commissar Li slapped his forehead: "Look at me, the teacher often teaches us to look at problems realistically. I almost made an empiricist mistake again."
Ding Wei laughed and said, "Old Li, it's not just you. Sometimes I make mistakes. But it doesn't matter if I make mistakes, as long as I change them. But to be honest, Captain Gao really didn't say anything to his friends!"
He said it again and gave a thumbs up, then pointed at the MG-42 machine gun placed on the table not far away, "Look at that thing... it is an authentic domestic product, including the barrel."
It was 400 yuan, and he allotted 100 yuan to our group in one breath.
Just this 40,000 yuan is gone, plus the replacement of military uniforms, daily necessities, ammunition and other various things. I made a rough estimate, and the 100,000 yuan is just gone, but they don't even frown.
For a moment, are you a buddy enough?
It’s just the two of us here now, so you can just talk to me about some things in private in the future, but don’t let others hear it and it will have bad effects, what do you think?”
"Hey... you old man, are you the political commissar or am I the political commissar, do you still need to teach me these principles?" Political Commissar Li feigned anger and patted Ding Wei on the shoulder, then smiled bitterly: "But there are
As the old saying goes, it is easier to move from frugality to luxury than from luxury to frugality.
What I am worried about now is that we will eventually leave. Once the new regiment gets used to fighting rich wars and living a prosperous life, will the soldiers not get used to it once they return to their original shape in the future?"
"You think I haven't thought about this problem?" Ding Wei glared: "But Captain Gao did something upright, what else can I say?"
After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
As Ding Wei said, what Gao Hongming did was an upright conspiracy. The great thing about this thing is that when people try it out, they are not afraid of you knowing it. Even if you know it, what can you say?
You can't say that the food you gave me was too good and the weapons you gave me were too advanced, right?
Take the hundred MG42 machine guns allocated by Gao Hongming to the new regiment this time. Needless to say, the performance of this machine gun is excellent. The only drawback is that the rate of fire of 1,200 rounds per minute is too fast.
The amount of ammunition carried by a three-person machine gun team is 1,100 rounds. In other words, if the shooter lets go and fires, all the ammunition carried by a machine gun team can only continue shooting for one minute.
Ding Wei calculated that if it was an ordinary tug-of-war, one MG42 would consume about three to four thousand rounds of bullets, and then the whole regiment's 100 machine guns would consume 300,000 rounds of bullets.
When he calculated this result, he was almost stunned. You must know that in last year's Hundred Regiment War, the Eighth Route Army dispatched more than 100 regiments with a total of 200,000 troops. In nearly half a year, they only fought more than 70
Thousands of rounds of ammunition and 120,000 grenades.
But now, in an ordinary battle with his regiment, the amount of ammunition consumed by the machine gun alone is four-sevenths of the entire hundred-regiment battle. Is there anything more terrifying than this?