This group of new soldiers, wearing new military uniforms issued by the uniform factory, marched forward in neat steps.

Political Commissar Zhao Gang had just finished speaking to them at the Yangcun Valley Farm, and then the tall battalion commander came over and picked them away as new recruits.

They naturally know that the 386th Brigade Independent Regiment is famous throughout the Taihang and Taiyue base areas, and the recent battles have been fought by the independent regiment.

Of course, these new recruits also want to join such a combat unit. Even if they cannot join an independent regiment, they can join other main regiments.

However, the commander of the new recruit company of the training regiment said that they would be incorporated into a newly formed regiment.

But not long after, these 200 recruits were selected and brought to the Independent Regiment by the commander of the recruit company of the teaching regiment.

These new recruits were both excited and a little nervous about the official start of their military careers.

"Battal Commander, how long will it take us to get there?" asked a young and sturdy recruit.

"It's not far, we'll be there in half an hour." Wei Dayong rode on his horse and shouted, "Why are you so listless? What, the new wife is afraid of seeing people?"

"Haha..." All the recruits laughed.

The battalion commander also joked with them, which instantly made all the recruits think that the battalion commander seemed quite kind.

The recruit added: "Batalion Commander, we haven't eaten yet, and we are almost out of energy when we walk."

Wei Dayong asked: "You came from the teaching group and didn't have breakfast?"

"We got up at the middle of the night and went on the road. Everyone just ate a steamed bun and ran out of energy." Another recruit also said.

Wei Dayong looked at the sky and saw that it was almost noon. He had eaten a steamed bun in the morning. It was indeed difficult for these new soldiers to travel such a long way.

"Keep on insisting, and we will arrive five or six miles further. When we reach the station, everyone will have rice to eat." Wei Dayong said loudly.

When they heard the word "rice", the eyes of these recruits suddenly lit up, and their throats couldn't help but roll.

The recruits usually don't have very heavy training tasks in the teaching regiment, but they basically eat steamed buns and pickles, and they almost feel like they're talking.

As soon as I heard that I could eat rice, I immediately lost my composure and couldn't help but speed up my steps.

The recruit who spoke first spoke again: "Batalion Commander, tell us a story about killing the Japanese. Tell us two stories and we won't be hungry. Don't you think so?"

"yes!"

Someone took the lead, and a group of new recruits were making noises, looking at Wei Dayong with expectant expressions on their faces.

Some of these recruits were recruited from the militia, while others were ordinary people who had basically never participated in a decent battle.

The purpose of joining the army was very pure, just to fight the Japanese and drive them out of China, so I was very interested in the story of fighting the Japanese.

Wei Dayong glared at the new recruit angrily.

You just talk a lot.

If you don't want to be coaxed, do you feel uncomfortable all over?

Wei Dayong opened the recruit's panel and prepared to see what his name was.

All the soldiers under his command have data panels on them. Wei Dayong can see their abilities based on the panels, but he cannot see them if they are not his soldiers.

You don't know it by looking at it, but a look of surprise appears on Wei Dayong's face.

[Name: Zheng Yu

Occupation: Recruit

Condition:Excellent

Skills: [Bajiquan proficiency], [Through-arm fist proficiency]

Merit value: 0]

Seeing the panel data of this recruit, Wei Dayong finally understood why this guy dared to be a thorn in the side. He was a skilled practitioner in terms of emotions and had two skills.

It is normal to be young and energetic. As the battalion commander, Wei Dayong would not care too much about him unless this kid really got into trouble.

Wei Dayong asked him: "What is your name and where are you from?"

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment, then replied loudly: "Report to the battalion commander, my name is Zheng Yu, from Cangzhou, Hebei Province."

Wei Dayong asked: "Why do people from Cangzhou, Hebei Province come to Shanxi to join the army?"

"A few years ago, I followed my uncle to open a martial arts school in Shanxi to teach people how to practice martial arts. Later, when the Japanese invaded, I had no intention of teaching people how to practice martial arts, so I joined the Eighth Route Army."

Wei Dayong looked at Zheng Yu again. He looked about twenty-five years old. There was resoluteness in his brows, and he seemed to stand out among the fresh-faced recruits.

Wei Dayong asked: "Where did you open your martial arts gym?"

Zheng Yu replied: "In Changzhi."

As for Changzhi, it's not too far from here.

Wei Dayong understood Zheng Yu's basic situation in a few words.

Then Wei Dayong scanned the recruits again, and a recruit walking at the back caught his attention.

This recruit was carrying an old muff and had dark skin. He looked like he had just grown up. When Wei Dayong glanced at him, he quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

Seeing this, Wei Dayong opened the data panel and looked over.

[Name: Huang Erhu

Occupation: Recruit

Condition: Good

Skill: [Rifle Mastery]

Merit value: 0]

He looks young, but he is proficient in rifles?

Wei Dayong showed a curious look on his face, turned his horse around, and walked towards Huang Erhu. When he reached the end of the queue, he turned his horse again to keep the same speed as the team.

"Come here." Wei Dayong pointed at Huang Erhu and said.

Huang Erhu lowered his head, pretended not to hear, and walked forward on his own.

It wasn't until the soldier next to him poked him with his hand that he looked up at Wei Dayong and then looked left and right.

Wei Dayong said again: "That soldier, what do you think others are doing? It's you."

Only then did Huang Erhu cautiously walk to the side of Wei Dayong's horse and walked forward side by side.

Wei Dayong: "What's your name and where are you from?"

Huang Erhu: "Report, report to the battalion commander, my name is Huang Erhu, I am a local."

Wei Dayong asked: "Do you stutter?"

Huang Erhu: "Report to the battalion commander, don't stutter."

Wei Dayong asked: "You are hesitant to speak without stuttering?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wei Dayong asked again: "No one else has a gun, why are you the only one?"

Huang Erhu showed his white teeth and said, "This is the shotgun I have at home. I can shoot accurately with this gun, so I brought it with me."

Coming from an Orion background, it is no wonder that he is proficient in marksmanship and seems to be a talented player.

"Show me your gun?"

Wei Dayong took the old sleeve from Huang Erhu, opened the magazine and took a look.

The old sleeves are made in Hanyang. Whether it is the National Army, the Eighth Route Army, the New Fourth Army and the guerrillas, Hanyang is widely used.

However, the rifling of Huang Erhu's Hanyang gun was almost worn away. It is estimated that the bullet traveled 100 meters and flew away without knowing where it went.

Returning the gun to Huang Erhu, Wei Dayong said: "You are not allowed to stutter when you speak in the future, do you understand?"

Huang Erhu carried Han Yangzao on his shoulders, glanced at Wei Dayong with a somewhat fearful expression, and lowered his head: "Yes!"

Wei Dayong: "Return to the team!"

"yes!"
Chapter completed!