Chapter seven hundred and thirteenth new appointment
Since the reorganization of the 74th Army, the four brigades have been abolished, and the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao has become the deputy division commander, which is considered a high promotion. After all, his qualifications are there.
But newly promoted deputy brigade commanders like Zhang Lingfu are not so lucky. After all, there are only so many positions.
In order to retain talents, the army had to set up a divisional infantry commander. Although he was temporarily accommodated, it was a sinecure.
Yang Ling was unlucky. He had a chance to be promoted to deputy brigade commander, but he had no military school background and was too young, so he was delayed.
General Wang Yaowu recommended him to study in the Nanyue Guerrilla Cadre Training Class and become a disciple of the Emperor, in order to enrich his resume and lay a solid foundation for future promotion.
However, the army withdrew the brigade not long after returning, and the promotion was delayed. Unless he achieved some military exploits, he might not be promoted for a while.
However, Yang Ling himself knew very well that in just one year, he was promoted from second lieutenant platoon leader to colonel leader, which was already an astonishing speed, so he was more tolerant about not being able to be promoted for the time being.
Zhou Zhidao is Yang Ling's old commander. When Yang Ling first arrived in the 74th Army, he was under Zhou Zhidao, and he took great care of Yang Ling.
Now when he came to the regiment, Yang Ling naturally entertained him warmly. He not only cooked a table of delicious dishes, but also brought out the captured Japanese trophies and sake.
"Come on, Deputy Commander, Counselor Zhou, come and try our regiment's special dish, roasted fat duck with green onions."
At noon, Yang Ling stayed Zhou Zhidao and the others for lunch, and specially asked the cooking team to prepare a table of delicious dishes.
Yang Ling and the others in the regiment are considered wealthy now. They made a lot of money from selling trophies when they were in Wanjialing. In this battle of Nanchang, Liu Yidao and the others followed suit and brought back a lot of trophies to sell.
The small treasury in the regiment now amounts to nearly 10,000 yuan. Although this amount of money is nothing to thousands of brothers, it is still possible to improve the food occasionally.
"Well, it tastes good, not bad." Zhou Zhidao picked up a piece of duck meat and put it in his mouth, and soon he praised it repeatedly.
"Come here, Staff Officer Zhou, let's have a taste of the little devil's sake. The brothers captured it when they attacked Nanchang last time." Yang Ling took the initiative to fill up the wine glass for Staff Officer Zhou who came from the army.
"Captain Yang, you are too polite."
Staff Officer Zhou is just a lieutenant colonel staff officer, and Yang Ling is the captain of the colonel, which is a little lower than Yang Ling's military rank. Although he comes from the military, he knows that Yang Ling is highly regarded by the commander of the army, General Wang Yaowu, so he has no airs.
Very easy-going.
"It's not easy for us to have time to sit at the same table and eat. Come on, let's meet one another." Deputy Division Commander Zhou Zhidao also raised his glass and smiled.
Yang Ling and Counselor Zhou also raised their glasses together, and with the crisp sound of clinking glasses, the three of them drank in one gulp.
"Everyone says that the food from Little Devil is good, but I think this legendary sake is nothing more than that." After a glass of wine, Zhou Zhidao started teasing.
Staff Officer Zhou of the military department also echoed: "If we talk about this good wine, it is the wine of us Chinese that tastes better. When my brothers and I were fighting against the Japs in Shanghai, our death squads had to drink it every time we went out.
Burn the knife to strengthen your courage."
"Oh? So it turns out that Counselor Zhou was also a suicide squad?" Yang Ling was a little surprised when he heard the fat and fat Counselor Zhou say this.
"That was all a year ago. It doesn't matter if you don't say it or not." Staff Zhou smiled and waved his hands, but he still couldn't hide the pride on his face.
"When Counselor Zhou was in Luodian, he chopped off two Japanese with his own hands." Zhou Zhidao added with a smile.
"Then I have to offer a toast to Counselor Zhou. I was being beaten by the Japs in Zhongzao Bang." Yang Ling was also in awe of Counselor Zhou and hurriedly raised his glass.
As the saying goes, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. I thought that this fat and fair staff officer was a military academy student, but I did not expect that he had also fought hard on the battlefield.
There are not so many politeness and beating around the bush between soldiers. They respect tough men who dare to fight and fight. As long as they come off the battlefield, they are all worthy of respect.
The battle in Shanghai was also tragic, with more than 300,000 officers and soldiers killed and wounded, and more than a dozen generals martyred. Looking back, Staff Zhou was also filled with sadness.
"We can eat and drink here alive, but it's a pity that those brothers will never come back..." Staff Zhou looked gloomy and drank a glass of wine alone.
Zhou Zhidao said: "Our brothers' sacrifices will not be in vain. Sooner or later, this bloody battle will be repaid by the little devil. After drinking this, we will fight the little devil until the death!"
The three people raised their glasses and raised their glasses. Although they were all middle- and senior-level officers in the army, they had all fought on the battlefields of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. After a few glasses of wine, they could talk more freely, and the atmosphere was pleasant.
Also enthusiastic.
"How is your guerrilla training going?" After drinking, Zhou Zhidao also became concerned about Yang Ling's guerrilla training.
After Yang Ling returned from the Nanyue guerrilla cadre training class, he followed the order and selected some officers and key members in the regiment for training in this area.
"Reporting to the deputy division commander, our regiment has now completed two guerrilla training companies, one officer company and one soldier company. I plan to use them as the basis to expand the scale of guerrilla training."
When the army originally sent Yang Ling and others to study, it wanted them to come back and serve as instructors in the army and gradually cultivate a group of guerrilla officers and soldiers.
After all, since the Wuhan battle, China and Japan have entered a stalemate stage. According to the requirements of the Military Commission, the enemy's rear will become the front line, and a combination of guerrilla warfare and regular warfare will be adopted to achieve the purpose of combating the Japs.
There are now three group armies in the theater behind enemy lines with more than 30 divisions distributed in the Dabie Mountains and the Sulu area. However, these troops are used to fighting regular battles and often suffer losses in battles with the Japs.
"Okay, very good." Zhou Zhidao nodded with satisfaction when he heard that Yang Ling had completed the training of two guerrilla companies in a short period of time.
"However, the expansion of the training scale will be put aside in advance. The officers and soldiers of these two companies will not be dispersed to other battalions and companies. We will organize it after the second batch of officers from the Nanyue Guerrilla Cadre Training Course returns."
Hearing what Zhou Zhidao said, Yang Ling was also puzzled: "Assistant Master, why is this?"
Zhou Zhidao smiled and said: "Because the army has a more important task for you."
Staff Officer Zhou of the Military Department also took out a letter of appointment with the seal of the Military Department from his arms and handed it to Yang Ling and said: "The Military Department is going to send you to the theater behind enemy lines to practice for a period of time. This is the letter of appointment."
General Yang Ling dubiously accepted the letter of appointment personally signed by the army commander, General Wang Yaowu, appointing him to serve as the detachment leader of the guerrilla column in the Sulu Theater.
"This year the Japanese deployed the 21st, 5th and 20th Divisions, under the cover of a large number of aircraft, to launch a large-scale attack on the Sulu guerrilla zone in the theater behind enemy lines. Our officers and soldiers who stood behind enemy lines suffered heavy losses.
Many county towns were occupied by the Japanese."
"The Military Commission ordered each war zone to take turns deploying troops and cadres to fight guerrillas behind enemy lines. You have experienced guerrilla training and are just in time to show off your skills, so the army is going to send you there to practice for a period of time..."
Seeing that Yang Ling was silent while holding the letter of appointment, deputy division commander Zhou Zhidao explained while eating.
"Although the conditions behind enemy lines are a bit more difficult, after all, we are sent abroad to perform tasks. As long as we make some achievements, we will have more opportunities after we come back."
Although the deputy division commander Zhou Zhidao spoke very cryptically, Yang Ling understood clearly that he wanted to make more contributions and prepare for promotion.
However, Yang Ling also knew very well that being behind enemy lines was not as good as being on the frontal battlefield. The enemy situation there was very complicated. Let alone making achievements, if you were not careful, the entire army could be wiped out.
"You don't need to worry too much. This time the Military Commission is planning to dispatch thirty divisions to the enemy's rear. As long as you cooperate sincerely, the little devils can't do anything to you."
Hearing the words of Deputy Division Commander Zhou Zhidao, Yang Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he knew that the revolutionary army's guerrilla columns were forming behind enemy lines one after another, and the strength of the advancing army would reach more than one million. If they could really cooperate sincerely, nothing would happen in the end.
No more left.
However, the military's motivation for letting him go behind enemy lines for training was good. It wanted to give him some experience in overseas missions and give him some opportunities to make meritorious deeds. But would this mission really be that easy?