"Brother Zhou understands it, then take it as yourselves. Don't be humble!" Yang Tianfeng pondered for a moment and said, "This battle won three times, and the results were quite abundant. After the statistics were clear, we would distribute it to your group according to the prior agreement. Can Brother Zhou trust Yang?"

"Brother Yang is out." Zhou Zhizhong waved his hand indifferently and said, "I am ashamed of my merits. The distribution of this spoil will be presided over by Brother Yang. Zhou has no objection. But-"

Yang Tianfeng raised his eyebrows and signaled Zhou Zhizhong to continue.

"It doesn't matter other spoils. Can the socket gun and ammunition support a group of our group?" Zhou Zhizhong was deeply impressed by the socket gun, thinking that it was a powerful weapon to resist the enemy's charge, and it was even better than machine guns in trench warfare or close combat.

Yang Tianfeng thought for a moment, stretched out five fingers, and smiled bitterly: "Fifty pieces, no more. Although the Third Column has a small arsenal, the equipment and materials are scarce, and the production capacity is difficult to improve. When Brother Zhou is ordered to be transferred back, please advise Commander-in-Chief Sun and provide strong support!"

"Of course, I am not a stingy person who only enters and cannot go out. The weapons and equipment produced will be appropriately given to the Third Army to improve the combat effectiveness of the Third Army." Yang Tianfeng paused for a moment and continued: "This is not just a shotgun, there are other more powerful things."

"What's more amazing? Zhou wants to take a sneak peek. As for advice to the Commander-in-Chief, this is simple and there is no problem. I'm afraid that Zhou's slight words will not satisfy Brother Yang!" Zhou Zhizhong agreed readily. Anyway, it was just a matter of saying something, but he couldn't control how Sun Tongxuan did it.

"With his heart, Yang is very grateful." Yang Tianfeng smiled, half joking, half true, "In addition, please suggest to Commander-in-Chief Sun that the troops sent to the local area to conduct guerrilla warfare regularly can all be as disciplined and powerful as the Zhou Tuan? If it is not satisfactory, there will probably be many problems and conflicts!"

Such things are common in the anti-Japanese battlefield. The uneven combat power, different soldiers, and different equipment, resulting in the larger the battle or battle, the worse the national × army's record.

For example, a certain division was originally fighting very well, but suddenly it was heard that the flank friendly forces collapsed, or the Japanese army broke through a friendly defense zone and was circumventing its own retreat. Then this division that fought very well had to make an emergency adjustment, which was very likely to lead to a defeat.

Therefore, Yang Tianfeng really wanted friendly troops like Zhou Tuan. If not, he would not send some mobs to cooperate. He would rather rely on the Third Column only. If he could not fight a big battle, he would only fight a small battle. He would formulate a combat plan according to the strength of the Third Column, which would be even less likely to make mistakes.

Zhou Zhizhong smiled and said, "Since Brother Yang is worried, I will give you a brief explanation to Brother Yang, and briefly talk about the strength of the Third Army and the temperament of the officers. Let Brother Yang have a general idea of ​​it. In the future, when fighting together or cooperate, he will not make mistakes or make mistakes."

"I am so grateful!" Yang Tianfeng bowed his hand and sincerely thanked him. After pouring tea for Zhou Zhizhong with his own hands, he sat upright and listened to Zhou Zhizhong's story.

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The moon shines brightly, and the stars in the sky slowly deteriorate.

Zhao Yurou turned over lazily, opened her eyes slightly, and saw Zhai Xiu'er sleeping with her. She looked at her watch and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. She was refreshed after taking a shower and changing clothes, and she slept so much that she felt so sweet.

I just ate a few snacks and drank two cups of tea. I just resisted it for the time being, and now I feel a little hungry again. Zhao Yurou got up and dressed, and Zhai Xiuer was also awakened.

The room was burning warmly, and when I opened the door, I felt a sense of air conditioning. Zhao Yurou shivered and became more awake.

There was a soldier standing guard in the yard. When he saw the door open, a soldier hurried over and said respectfully: "Sir Yang gave the order. After the third lady woke up, he informed the kitchen to prepare the food and send it. Please wait for a while."

Zhao Yurou smiled at the young soldier and nodded, then turned back to the house. There must be a group of stinky men drinking happily, and the messy scene. Since Yang Tianfeng was considerate, Zhao Yurou didn't want to make trouble in front of her.

Not long after, a guy brought the food box and sent it into the house by the soldiers.

"Sir Yang said, please don't be picky about the third wife. The Impact Committee and the ambulance team have already delivered food." The soldier put down the food box and reposted Yang Tianfeng's words, "Don't have that, that... what, the feelings are so big that I have to eat. If you don't have meat, you have to chew steamed buns." Tickling his head, the soldier couldn't remember those words.

Zhao Yurou rolled her eyes straight and couldn't lose her temper at the soldier, so she had to nod and wave her hand and send him away.

"What does Chief Yang mean?" Zhai Xiu'er opened the food box and took out four dishes, one soup and a plate of pancakes, and smiled happily. "I can't even name this good meal. Who is stupid? If you don't eat this good one, you have to eat steamed buns?"

Zhao Yurou snorted weakly, and when she looked at the food, her eyes were condensed, including vinegar, pepper, fish with pepper, chicken diced sauce, three non-stick, and cold side dishes. Three of them were famous Beijing dishes.

"Director Zhao——" Zhai Xiuer was stunned when she saw Zhao Yurou, and the bowls and chopsticks she handed over were stopped in the air.

Oh, Zhao Yurou smiled bitterly and took the dishes and stared at the familiar dishes. Her heart felt mixed, and her eyes felt a little sore. Maybe she thought of her family in the distance, and the banquet where her family reunion was sitting together; maybe she thanked Yang Tianfeng for her caring heart, but...

After a while, Zhao Yurou calmed down and looked up and saw Zhai Xiuer waiting for her to turn on her chopsticks first. She couldn't help but smile and pointed and introduced: "This is vinegar, pepper fish, this is fried chicken with sauce, this is called Sanbujian, and they are all famous dishes from Peking. Come and eat together to see if they cook authentically."

"Director Zhao has a lot of knowledge." Zhai Xiu'er admired and envied from the bottom of her heart, "I have grown up so old that I have never even been out of Yongcheng County."

"There are opportunities in the future. Isn't it in Dangshan now?" Zhao Yurou brought a chopstick of vegetables to Zhai Xiu'er and said with a smile: "When you defeat the Japanese devils, let's take the train and take the steamboat, and enjoy the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland."

"That's good." Zhai Xiu'er's big eyes suddenly slapped, full of longing and expectation.

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After three rounds of wine, it was the warmest time. They were all men and soldiers. When they were drinking happily, they naturally had no reserve or restraint.
Chapter completed!