Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Although they are theoretically on the same level, the regimental commander has a greater say in military administration and combat command.

But once the regiment leader violates the superior's policy or fails to execute the superior's order, the political commissar has the power to stop the military commander's order.

Li Yunlong, who was well aware of this, originally wanted to prepare a showdown for the new political commissar and pave the way for his own subjective and proactive behavior in the future, but who knew that Zhao Gang was so interested in it.

It was just the first time they met to discuss work, but the two of them chatted happily and became more and more enthusiastic, as if they had known each other in a previous life.

After working out the arrangements that the New Second Regiment needed to make at this stage, Li Yunlong told the story of his participation in Jute, while Zhao Gang talked about how he led students to protest.

Now Li Yunlong is no longer the big boss he used to be. Naturally, he won't say that the regiment commander is in charge of fighting and the political commissar is in charge of life.

Moreover, it is a very stupid behavior to regard such a capable political commissar as the chief of staff. In his heart, Zhao Gang surpassed the previous two and conquered his heart in just a few dozen minutes.

In the days when he spent time with his comrades in the breeding factory in the logistics department, Li Yunlong understood how outrageous his previous ideas were.

As soon as the guns are fired, the entire regiment must obey him. This kind of thinking is very dangerous.

Since all the combat tasks in the regiment were taken care of by him alone, wouldn't the new second regiment become Li Yunlong's one-stop shop? How was this behavior any different from that of the warlords of the old era and his most hated traitor Zhang?

A large part of the reason why an army can win a battle is because the soldiers know why they are fighting.

Although the political commissar is the political supervisor, military matters do not need to be worried about. Although the regiment leader is the military director, he actually has to be involved in some political matters.

It's just that the two sides have different priorities. Only by cooperating with each other can the army prosper and become the people's armed forces.

This is why when Zhao Gang came to the regiment headquarters, he was very happy when he saw the soldiers giving two lectures, because he knew that his partner was by no means a stubborn donkey as the brigade commander said.

Li Yunlong took Zhao Gang's hand and sat on the kang. With his delicate mind, he guessed that the other person had not eaten yet, so he was going to call his guard Huzi to go to the cooking class to get some food.

But before he could speak, there was a knock on the door.

After Zhao Gang turned around and saw that the person coming was Wei Dayong, he asked him to come in quickly.

On the way to the New Second Regiment, Zhao Gang had many exchanges with the soldiers of Preserved Fruit.

He knew that this soldier did not have any bad habits and was not a sneaky soldier, so he wanted to recruit Wei Dayong, who was highly skilled in martial arts and was also loyal and repaying his kindness.

After the monk came in, he placed the tray in his hand on the table in the center of the kang, and said hello to Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang, sir.

After he came to the New Second Regiment and changed into the clothes of a fellow villager, he immediately went to prepare lunch for Zhao Gang.

The tall Wei Dayong stood in the corner of the room wearing ill-fitting clothes, looking a little naive.

In order to keep this outstanding warrior, Zhao Gang took the initiative to introduce Li Yunlong:

"Wei Dayong used to be a member of the 27th Division of the Central Army. He was wounded and captured by the Bantian Regiment in the Battle of Xinkou. In previous battles, he and I had a wonderful cooperation."

"And he is very good at kung fu and is a trustworthy comrade. He is called monk because he spent ten years in the Shaolin Temple."

Listening to his political commissar's words, Li Yunlong immediately understood what the other party meant. He turned his sight to Wei Dayong, and it was obvious from his figure and stance that he was a master.

There is no doubt that the monk is a good soldier. When he meets the sentries of the New Second Regiment, he can see his excellent tactical qualities. This is a soldier that any military commander will like.

But our army emphasizes voluntary participation in the army, and we will not force people to retain people because of their personal preferences. The Eighth Route Army is a people's army, which is in sharp contrast to some preserved fruit troops who grab strong men to fill the line.

Captain Li Da, who was eager for talent, suddenly had an idea. After thinking hard for a while, he said to Wei Dayong:

"The Battle of Xinkou, you 27th Division are all good. If you can survive on the tragic battlefield, you must have real skills."

Wei Dayong was still a little proud when he heard this. He just thought that the commander of the Eighth Route Army opposite knew the situation at that time, but who knew that the next words made him almost break the defense.

"I, Li Yunlong, have avenged your 27th Division. I have killed the old devil Sakata Nobutetsu, and I have brought his head and the regiment flag back to the headquarters."

"No one will forget your achievements, let alone erase them."

After finishing speaking, Li Yunlong picked up the bowl on the table and continued before the excited Wei Dayong could speak:

"Today, I have porridge instead of wine to pay tribute to all the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians who sacrificed their lives!"

Li Yunlong almost racked his brains for these words. He understood that only by giving others respect and sincerity can they accept him.

This respect in terms of personality, military spirit, and justice is the best way to strengthen the relationship between the two parties. And sincerity is an important way to impress people.

After listening to Li Yunlong's words, Wei Dayong's whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The originally naive face immediately showed expressions of surprise, sorrow, and remembrance.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the tragic battlefield. He solemnly saluted Li Yunlong with a military salute and said in a serious tone:

"Thank you, sir, for avenging my brothers. Your name is widely circulated even in the prisoner of war camp. If possible, I would like to join your army."

Looking at this affectionate and righteous man, Li Yunlong nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay! You can be my guard first! I guarantee you will fight with me!"

"Monks like you are great! "The Buddhist Theory of Saving the Nation and Resisting the War" was not written in vain!"

Wei Dayong scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He didn't expect that he would be so favored. Moreover, the future leader is really impressive. Not only is he good at fighting, but he is also knowledgeable.

Zhao Gang looked at the two people who had met so late, and he was also a little surprised by Li Yunlong's words. If this is a big boss, how can others survive?

In order to ease the serious atmosphere, he joked sourly:

"Monk! You have no conscience. I saved your life and mobilized you the whole way, but Captain Li said a few words and pulled you away."

"Didn't you say that the Eighth Route Army was too crude and poorly equipped, and that the Central Army was the regular army? Why did you agree so quickly?"

In fact, this is not just Wei Dayong's one-sided statement, but the view of most people now, including the little devils. In addition to the propaganda function of preserved fruits, it was also caused by the tactics of the Eighth Route Army.

But now that the Yellow River is here, the troops are gradually replacing their guns with cannons, and the Eighth Route Army of Magical Weapons is just around the corner.

Wei Dayong knew his situation very well. He had not agreed to Zhao Gang before because his prejudice against the Eighth Route Army made him hesitant.

But he knew that Li Yunlong had already avenged his old army, and Zhao Gang was his savior, and the two of them valued him very much.

If you don't join the new second group in this situation, you have something wrong with your brain.

Although he knew that his savior was just joking, the monk still answered anxiously:

"The regiment commander gives me face, but I have to carry it. And there is no political commissar to bring me to our new second regiment, and I have no chance to join our Eighth Route Army!"

Li and Zhao looked at the red-faced monk who was eager to explain, and both smiled happily, and the room was full of joy.

Question: Who wrote "Buddhism's Theory of Saving the Nation and Resisting the War"!