Han Baihang saw everyone's reaction in his eyes, and felt proud in his heart. He remembered that he had been involved in major military forums, and was not understood by his relatives and friends, and was regarded as not doing his job properly. Who would have thought that he would suddenly travel to the Republic of China and see those messy things?
The knowledge of military history turned out to be a life-saving straw. First, it deceived Zhou Heizi, and now it has suppressed the people who selected the vanguard. Not to mention how impressive he was, it was a pity that he could not share this feeling with others, which was a bit regretful.
Han Baihang did not get carried away. During the two months since he was in the Republic of China, he had been reminding himself every moment that this was the chaotic and disorderly Republic of China, not the peaceful and peaceful China. Maybe he said something wrong when he was in the Republic of China.
If you do something wrong, it won't have big consequences, but in the Republic of China, it is very likely to cause life-threatening consequences.
Especially in the old army of the Republic of China, people's hearts are complex and unpredictable. Every soldier in this group of soldiers who is not stained with blood must act cautiously. He should neither be too weak to be bullied by others, nor be too sharp to be hated by others.
He understood this when he was in the company.
Han Baihang stood up, bowed his hands to everyone, and said with a smile: "Baihang is new to the selection team and is not familiar with the personnel in the camp. I would like to ask brothers Paoze for your advice."
He expressed his goodwill to everyone in a neither humble nor arrogant manner. Everyone looked at him with admiration. Naturally, they would not continue to be embarrassed and excluded at this moment. They all replied: "We are brothers when we come to the front selection team. Don't let Platoon Leader Han see anyone else."
Already."
The captain said: "Platoon Leader Han, I didn't introduce you just now. I'm afraid you are unfamiliar with everyone here. Let me introduce it to you."
"yes!"
Han Baihang puffed out his chest and said without squinting.
The captain nodded with satisfaction, started by introducing himself, patted his chest and said: "My name is Zhong Gaoying, I am from Penglai, Shandong, and I am from the same hometown as Yu Shuai."
He then pointed to a lean officer with a yellow face: "This is platoon leader Song Chenhong, from Yantai, Shandong."
Song Chenhong nodded and smiled at Han Baihang as a greeting.
Captain Zhong continued: "This is the third platoon leader Xue Boshi, who is from Yixian County, Zhili Province."
A burly officer with high cheekbones and striking ears cupped his fists at Han Baihang and said rudely: "Platoon Commander Han, I have heard of your name. Wu Tiexiong fell into your hands. I admire you! I admire you!"
Han Baihang hurriedly returned the greeting and noticed that the tips of his fists had been smoothed, which showed that his skills were good. He asked in surprise: "Does Platoon Commander Xue know Platoon Commander Wu?"
Xue Boshi seemed unwilling to mention it more and said vaguely: "We have exchanged hands several times."
Han Baihang could see that he had probably suffered a loss at the hands of Wu Tiexiong, otherwise he wouldn't have such an expression, so he didn't ask further questions.
"No need for introduction from the captain, I will do it myself."
An officer who spoke Shanxi Fenhe Mandarin stood up. The man was short and fat and said with a smile: "Li Wei, machine gun platoon leader, is from Hongdong, Shanxi Province. Listening to platoon leader Han's words, he has a northern Shanxi accent. Could it be that he is also from Shanxi Province."
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Han Baihang complained in his heart. He was most afraid of meeting his fellow villagers. After all, after nearly a hundred years of history, if he talked about his hometown with Li Wei in the future, his flaws would definitely be exposed. But at this moment, he had to force out a friendly smile: "Platoon Leader Li is right.
, I am from Lingqiu, Shanxi. It is rare to meet a fellow countryman. We should get closer when we go down."
"That's it, that's it!" Li Wei looked very happy and nodded repeatedly.
At this time, the concept of fellow countrymen was most prevalent in the army of the Republic of China. People from the same country united with each other and formed various small groups in the army. Taking the Third Division as an example, people from Zhili and Shandong were the most popular. People from these two provinces in the army
Officers and soldiers are the easiest to get promoted.
Having met a fellow villager, Captain Zhong continued his introduction: "This is Fourth Platoon Commander Wan Tao, from Xiong County, Zhili."
Wan Tao was as thin as a telephone pole, had buck teeth, and his speech was a bit leaky. He gave Han Baihang an ugly smile: "Hello, Platoon Commander Han."
"Hello, Commander Wan Pai!"
Han Baihang noticed the deep smile on Wan Tao's face when he spoke, and couldn't help but take a few more glances. Wan Tao noticed his gaze, touched his cheek, and said with a smile: "This is the hole of the bullet."
Captain Zhong said aside: "Lao Wan is very lucky. The bullet pierced his face. If he had missed it any further, his life would have been lost."
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later!" Han Baihang said.
Wan Tao smiled, Captain Zhong pointed to the last officer and said: "This is the second platoon leader Wang Jiabao, a native of Caoxian County, Shandong Province."
Wang Jiabao's appearance is very strange, with a high nose and deep eyes, fair skin, and slightly yellow hair. In this era before hair dyeing, you can tell at a glance that he is a mixed race, but you don't know who his parents are foreigners. Han Baihang raised a question mark in his heart and couldn't help but wonder.
Looked at him a few more times.
Probably more than one person was surprised by his appearance. Wang Jiabao shrugged his shoulders like a foreigner and explained: "My father is a senior brother of Boxing Boxing. He robbed my mother from the Baoding Catholic Church and gave birth to me."
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The other officers were already used to it. When Han Baihang heard it for the first time, he found it strange. He gave a thumbs up and said: "Awesome, awesome."
After everyone got to know each other, they gradually became familiar with each other. Captain Zhong gave some military instructions and announced the adjournment of the meeting. Captain Zhong asked Han Baihang's Shanxi fellow Li Wei to accompany him to the fifth platoon to take up his post.
On the way, Li Wei was very talkative. He had gone south to Hunan to fight with the Southern Army in the sixth year of the Republic of China. He had not returned to his hometown for three years. He was homesick and asked questions along the way. Han Baihang had to bite the bullet and answer. Fortunately, in the last life,
I told some stories about Yan Xishan's governance of Shanxi, and told them both false and true, and finally managed to scare Li Wei away.
The fifth platoon was at the west end of the military camp. The soldiers were busy setting up tents. A veteran who knew Li Wei ran over and saluted, laughing and saying: "Sir Li, what kind of wind has brought you here."
Li Wei laughed and cursed, kicked the veteran, and said: "Blow the trumpet and assemble quickly, your new platoon leader has arrived."
The veteran smiled and said: "Sir, please stop making fun of me. Where is our platoon leader? Why didn't I see it?"
It turned out that Han Baihang was wearing the uniform of a first-class soldier and was not noticed by the veterans at all, and they only regarded him as Li Wei's Ma Bian.
Li Wei shouted: "You are short-sighted. The person next to me is Han Baihang, the acting platoon leader of the fifth platoon. Do you want me to call the captain over and talk to you?"
Seeing that Li Wei didn't seem to be joking, the veteran looked at Han Baihang. Han Baihang smiled at him and said, "I came in a hurry. I haven't received the new uniform yet, so my brothers misunderstood. I am the deputy platoon leader and acting platoon leader of the fifth platoon."
, Guaranteed replacement if fake! Please tell me, brother, that the entire platoon of officers and soldiers will assemble in front of me in two minutes."
The veteran was dumbfounded. He took a closer look at Han Baihang. Although he was wearing a military uniform, his aura was extraordinary. He believed it in his heart. He quickly gave a military salute and shouted: "Hello, platoon leader!"
Then he lowered his head and said, "I'll do it right away, little one."
He quickly ran back to the fifth platoon station and shouted at the top of his voice: "Zhang Laoliu, stop shitting, blow the trumpet quickly. Our platoon leader has taken office. We must gather in two minutes. Hurry, hurry up!"
Seeing this, Li Wei smiled and said: "Brother Han, my platoon still has military affairs to arrange, so I won't stay with you here. Please take some time to sit over and let's have a good time together."
"As promised, let's go slowly!"
After Han Baihang sent Li Wei away, he heard the bugler blowing the assembly horn. Fortunately, the rows were far apart, so the trumpets of the fifth row disturbed the other rows.
