After dinner, Zhang Sixing did not intend to let Li Yinbao go directly, but asked him a question seriously,
"I asked Second Lieutenant Li, are there any tailors near your station?"
"Tailor, sir, what are you doing..."
"Not only do I need to find a tailor, but I also need to buy some silk."
In an era without chemical fiber cloth, especially in China where materials science was lagging behind the rest of the world, Zhang Sixing had no choice but to come up with some natural materials.
Scratching his chin and thinking about it, Li Yinhu suddenly asked confusedly,
"What, sir, do you want to make clothes for your wife?"
"I am single."
Zhang Sixing replied subconsciously.
"No sir, you just arrived here yesterday and you found your sweetheart today."
"Puff"
Knowing that Li Yinbao was thinking wrongly, Hansen couldn't help laughing. He didn't explain to Zhang Sixing and just looked at Zhang Sixing.
"Oh, it's not for making clothes, it's for other purposes."
"Other uses……"
Li Yinbao looked at Zhang Sixing suspiciously, his head obviously no longer knowing where he was thinking. He bent his fingers and Zhang Sixing hit him twice on the head.
"Stop thinking nonsense, it's for serious use..."
"Oh... let me think about it..."
Due to the need for confidentiality and security, the field airport is more than twenty miles away from Jurong City. The nearby small village is also seven or eight miles away, and there are really no outstanding tailors nearby.
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, and then a woman's voice sounded,
"Sir, telegram."
Hearing a woman's voice on the battlefield, Li Yinhu turned his head quickly. It was the female radio operator from the confidential room who came. Looking at the beautiful female soldier in front of him, he seemed to finally understand something.
He stared at the female soldier and murmured,
"Sir, sir, I'm afraid I can't find any good tailors around here, and if I want to buy silk and satin, I think I can only go to Jurong City."
He took the telegram and glanced at it. Zhang Sixing read it, his face remained calm, he signed the telegram and stuffed it back into the hands of the female soldier.
"File the telegram as I wrote it."
The female soldier performed a military salute, and after leaving, Li Yinhu looked at her graceful figure and couldn't bear to look away for a long time.
"Tsk, I've only fought a few battles, but it feels like I've never seen a woman in my life."
Hansen saw Li Yinbao's eyes and couldn't help but laugh at him. Li Yinbao's face turned red and he smiled to relieve his embarrassment.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Li Yinhu running over in a hurry, shouting from afar,
"Ah Bao, hurry up, the sir wants to assemble."
Hearing his brother's call, Li Yinbao looked at Zhang Sixing. The latter waved his hand, knowing that the person on the telegram was probably coming soon.
Now he finally understood why Zhou Zhirou came to Jurong in such a hurry. It turned out that under the guise of inspecting the third brigade, he actually came to express condolences to their umbrella school.
The reason... It's actually very simple, that is, to see if Zhang Sixing, a Chinese officer on the German officer advisory group, has a Chinese flavor. The situation is not obvious yet. No matter how the umbrella school is run, it must be firmly controlled by the chairman.
Fortunately, Zhang Sixing had already prepared for this. He had thought about it that day and had already dictated it to the confidential secretary, Captain Qin, to write a report. He originally planned to submit it step by step through the German Officer Advisory Group, but now that Zhou Zhirou is here, he can naturally submit it.
He brought it to the Chairman.
As for the official dealings and dealings, Zhou Xing, who had no interest in them, did not intend to pay any attention to them.
"Let's go and have a look at the infantry. I'm worried that they sleep in those pits and will get arthritis soon."
"Sir, did the telegram just send you to greet the Air Force Commander? I heard that he was a lieutenant general. Could you..."
While walking towards the infantry defense line, Zhang Sixing responded casually,
"He just came to express condolences. I have already replied to the telegram and asked him not to disturb me if he is fine."
"ah"
Even though Hansen was a German soldier and an American, he had never seen a soldier from any country respond like this to a visit from a lieutenant general from another country.
"You don't understand, you don't really understand China at this time. And there is so much work that has not been done, how can you have time to deal with them."
After inspecting the infantry defense line, Zhang Sixing felt heavy in his heart. There was no dry soil at the bottom of the pit where the infantry slept, only wet mud. Fortunately, it was still early winter and the air was colder, so the humidity was not as high as in other seasons.
However, the soldiers naturally had their own ways to deal with it. After digging the hole, they put some wooden boards from ammunition boxes under the hole.
Looking at the hastily dug trenches, water up to the feet has already seeped out just one night.
At this moment, the surrendered soldiers of the Jing'an Army took with them the more than a thousand soldiers they already had, and Zhang Sixing divided them into five battalions. Battalion Commander Xue, Cao Zijin, Lu Feizhang, and Hu Yang each led one battalion, plus Lao Yandai's fully-staffed logistics battalion.
Looking at the four battalion commanders of the infantry, Zhang Sixing said,
"I know the situation on the front. I will find some sacks, wood, and pipes. I understand the principle of siphon."
Unexpectedly, the four battalion commanders present, including Hansen, a Yankee, all looked at each other with big eyes. However, Yamaoka Tetsujiro, who was lining up with Japanese prisoners of war to work here, knew that, and did not say anything at the side, but just raised his hands silently.
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Nodding, Zhang Sixing said to him,
"Teach them later."
"Yes, my lord."
Regardless of the other four battalion commanders rolling their eyes at his conspicuous behavior, Tetsujiro Yamaoka responded respectfully.
"The bottom of the battlefield must be covered with wooden boards that are off the ground, otherwise if you get trench foot, you will have to have your limbs amputated. Soldiers have to burn their feet at night and change their socks every day. If they can't dry, light a fire to bake them, or wrap them around their necks to dry them. I will also do it.
Give them some talcum powder and let them put it between their toes after washing their feet."
Listening to what Zhang Sixing said, the four battalion commanders who claimed to be able to lead troops were stunned for a moment.
In fact, it's not their fault. The Japanese overemphasize the spirit of soldiers and endure pain, which is fundamentally wrong.
In fact, there is no need to endure pain. It is right to report illness early and receive early treatment. In addition, officers not only have to say that they love their soldiers like sons, but in fact there are many specific things to do in this matter.
For example, supervising soldiers to wash their feet and drink boiled water, including whether the kettles are full before marching, are all things that officers need to worry about.
Just like a soldier who knows why he is fighting, it is easy for him to sacrifice his life on the battlefield.
Only by understanding that protecting the physical health of soldiers is a necessary and sufficient prerequisite for winning a war, and that it is an officer's most fundamental duty to do everything possible to defeat the enemy, can a truly combat-effective force be formed.
After finishing their work with the infantry, Zhang Sixing took Hansen to the miscellaneous barracks and explained the making of a new weapon before rushing to the convoy.
Since silk can only be sold in Jurong City, Zhang Si Xing can only make one trip.
In any case, what he wanted to do required silk and some sacks.
But this is a huge problem for Zhang Sixing, because even though he is rich, he really doesn't have that much money to buy what he needs.