Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Just as the three of them were laughing and joking, Zhang Dabiao, Shen Quan and Le Zhengdou walked into the command room of the regiment from outside.

The three battalion commanders looked at Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang with some surprise. They did not expect that the new political commissar would actually get along with their regimental commander in such a short period of time.

Although Le Zhengdou came from the teaching team of the division, he had no contact with Li Yunlong before.

But almost all cadres at battalion level and above in the entire base area knew that Commander Li was not very good at dealing with previous political commissars.

During the New Regiment period, he even went to the brigade headquarters many times to cause trouble due to disagreements. This matter once became a topic of conversation among everyone.

After Li Yunlong's introduction, Zhao Gang learned that these three people were the battalion commanders of the New Second Regiment. The four of them saluted each other and briefly got to know each other. Afterwards, Zhang Dabiao looked at Li Yunlong and said:

"Captain, according to your instructions, I have divided the entire regiment's soldiers into three major groups, and each group has been divided into nine groups."

"Except for the soldiers who are still helping the fellow villagers with farming and standing guard, everyone has gathered at the entrance of the village and is ready to compete at any time."

After listening to Zhang Dabiao's report, Li Yunlong remembered that he had forgotten to tell Zhao Gang about the important matter, and he quickly explained to the other party the competition involving the whole group.

Since the squad leader of the new second regiment has not yet been decided, which will make it difficult to implement the orders of his superiors, Li Yunlong decided to hold a competition to see who can take the position.

In addition to conventional shooting and throwing, stabbing, and bare-handed fighting, there are also tactical deductions on the sand table.

He decided to pass the above multiple assessments to select the grassroots officers of the new second regiment.

And in order to stimulate the enthusiasm of the soldiers, he also handed over the two-cut pig brought back by the logistics department to the cooking team. It became the first big white pig to shed its blood for the Eighth Route Army.

Hearing Li Yunlong's thoughts, Zhao Gang suddenly became interested, thinking to himself that the old comrades had more tricks up their sleeves. He suddenly remembered a martial arts senior he knew before, so he added:

"Captain Li, I used to know a master, and this man once said something that is still fresh in my memory."

"He told me that the elite of martial arts is to concentrate people's energy on one point and release it instantly."

"Since we are going to select, why not select warriors with special skills and use them together."

This view simply opened up Li Yunlong's second line of appointment and governor. When he and Zheng Yingqi were on a mission together a few months ago, he was very covetous of the division's special agent battalion.

What Zhao Gang said made him feel that he could try to select the capable soldiers in the whole group. Although my family cannot afford to build a spy camp, I can still build a reinforced platoon.

These soldiers are usually responsible for training in their areas of expertise, and can become commandos when there is a battle.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became. Li Yunlong looked at his political commissar excitedly. He wanted to go up and kiss him hard.

"What you said makes so much sense! It's exactly the same as what I think!"

"One more thing, just call me Lao Li. Commander Li is too raw, let the brigade commander know not to doubt that we can't pee in the same pot."

After making up their mind, the five people from the regiment immediately followed Li Yunlong to the head of the village.

Nearly 600 soldiers gathered here. Commander Li stood on the mound piled up by the comrades in charge of digging the well, looking very happy at the crowd of people in front of him.

After Zhao Gang and the three battalion commanders took their positions, he cleared his throat and introduced his political commissar to the soldiers. This was Zhao Gang's first official appearance in the regiment, and the soldiers gave him warm applause.

Then Li Yunlong pointed to the big pot next to him, in which fragrant pork was stewed.

The level of the cooking class was very good. After he opened the lid of the pot, the aroma of pork stewed with cabbage spread to the crowd, and the soldiers swallowed their saliva.

Li Yunlong had a clear view of everyone's performance on the mound. He shouted to the soldiers:

"There are more than a thousand people in our group, and this pig is definitely not enough to eat! This pork and cabbage stew is for those who are capable!"

A company commander in the crowd very cooperatively asked the question that everyone was most concerned about: "Captain! Who do you think is capable?"

Li Yunlong nodded towards the soldier, pointed to the open space behind him and made a martial arts starting motion.

"I've set up an arena here today! Every member of the group counts. Anyone who wants to eat meat should stand up and show off your skills."

"From now on, this will be the rule of our new second group. If you are capable, you will eat meat, but if you are not capable, there will be no soup!"

As the saying goes, sometimes pork is better than political commissar. The temptation of pork fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the soldiers, and also improved the morale of the comrades to a certain extent, allowing everyone to dare to fight.

Doing so can also allow warriors who are usually well-hidden to come out and show off.

The new second regiment has only been established for a short period of time. Li Yunlong has only been in office for two days. It is impossible for him to know the level of everyone. Through this selection, he can get an initial impression of most people.

While Li Yunlong was eloquently mobilizing, the corners of the monk's mouth almost reached the base of his ears. He adjusted his new military uniform and walked up to look at his regiment leader with a smile.

"Hey, I want to eat meat too! But don't worry, I will be gentle."

Li Yunlong was also very curious about how powerful his new guards were. Especially when hearing the other party say to strike lightly, this arouses the competitive spirit of martial arts students.

However, Captain Li could not admit defeat verbally. He immediately agreed and mocked:

"You are a monk who still wants to eat meat! I will teach you a lesson today on behalf of your abbot!"

Wei Dayong, who couldn't wait, didn't pay attention to the other party's ridicule, but waved his hand casually and said: "I will return to secularism when I come down from the mountain. Eating meat is not a violation of the precepts."

The two walked to the open space at the right rear and prepared for the competition, with Zhao Gang serving as the referee.

Looking at the strong young man opposite, Li Yunlong was a little frightened but he didn't stop talking at all.

"Monk, let me tell you, I, Li Yunlong, have been practicing martial arts since I was eight years old, and I am proficient in both boxing and kicking."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you! When I was fourteen years old, I could lift a stone weighing several dozen kilograms with one hand. Sometimes I would be scared even if I hit it with one hand."

"This body of steel and iron can't even be pierced by a Japanese bayonet!"

The honest monk felt that his leader would definitely not lie to him, so he silently decided to use 50% of his strength.

The competition began. Looking at his opponent who had no flaws, Li Yunlong decided to launch an attack to test him first. After Xiao Suibu rushed forward, he immediately punched Wei Dayong on the right side of his face.

This move was unremarkable in the eyes of the monk, and he even wondered if the leader was giving in to him. After easily leaning back to dodge the punch, Wei Dayong pushed his right palm forward and hit Li Yunlong solidly in the chest.

It was this ordinary move of the "Cloud Palm" that forced Li Yunlong to fall to the ground. The severe pain made him feel as if he had been hit by a bison.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Gang immediately stopped the game and hurriedly stepped forward to check the physical condition of his partner. Although Li Yunlong grimaced in pain, his calm expression immediately returned after being helped up.

He said to the onlookers:

"As expected of a monk from the Shaolin Temple, he is a master from a well-known family. He deserves a share of this meat!"

Li Yunlong, who was still holding on, felt that he was a little distracted. He stood firm and declared that as long as he could hold on for fifteen moves against Wei Dayong, he would pass.

Then he put on the air of a worldly master and kept himself aloof from the world, and sat aside to watch the battle and rest.

However, it is worth mentioning that there are not many people who can compete with the monk. Except for Zhang Dabiao and the other five warriors who could barely hold on, the rest were basically not the same enemy.

Guard Wei Dayong's first mission was to protect the face of his regiment leader.

Next was a stabbing competition led by the third battalion commander.

Although the regiment does not have the armor used for stabbing training, Li Yunlong is a regiment leader who has been charging with the commando all year round, which makes him clearly aware of the difference between the enemy and ourselves.

Although there will be more and more meat and bullets in the future, fighting with bayonets is still inevitable at this stage, and he knows that the Japanese are stronger and have a great advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

Bearing in mind that being injured during training is better than losing your life in battle, this competition was so brutal that some soldiers even broke their ribs.

Fortunately, the health workers in the regiment were on standby, and after some treatment, the soldier only needed to rest for a while before returning to the regiment.

Next was the shooting and grenade throwing competition that Zhao Gang was in charge of. As the newly appointed political commissar, Zhao Gang's marksmanship shocked many people. Except for Wang Xikui who can compare with him, others are completely beyond his reach.

Finally, there was a sand table deduction involving the three battalion commanders and Li and Zhao.

After the competition between the first and second groups, they had to take over the work of the third group. The new second group was really busy today.

Sometimes the idea is good, but the execution is messy and the expected results are not achieved.

However, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang have a clear division of labor. The regiment leader with martial arts foundation is responsible for fighting in the ring, and the political commissar with excellent marksmanship is responsible for shooting and throwing objects.

Although there was an accident on the head's side, his guards stood up. The poor monk was forced to sit around for almost the entire afternoon. If the rules hadn't been temporarily changed, he would have died of exhaustion.

The two men personally stepped down as military and political officers, letting all the soldiers in the regiment know the importance of this selection.

After an afternoon of hard work, the soldiers returned to the barracks exhausted. Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang gained a lot. They not only arranged for grassroots officers, but also selected a commando team.

I didn’t expect it to be this Paiyun Palm, haha