Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 88: The tradition of confronting people!
Amid the rumbling sound of artillery fire, all the brothers in the tent climbed up and rushed out of the tent in a mess.
"What are you talking about? This is a mess and you're going to rebel! Line up for me, take your equipment, platoon leader, form up!"
Zhao Liang finally lost his temper at the chaotic team behind him. After a while of yelling, an officer with bloodshot eyes stood up...
"The left side of the first row, the right side of the second row, hurry up..."
In front of the huge tent, the densely packed and messy soldiers finally realized that this was the rear. At the call of the officers, the tired soldiers began to stand in their own ranks.
"Well, that's more like what you said. Look at these brothers, how straight they are standing. Look at you all, you look like an elite force! Stand up straight, and hold your backs straight!"
Zhao Liang continued to use his power as a company commander to reprimand his brothers, then slowly turned around and continued to speak to Feng E,
"We are all brothers, so if you need any help, just let me know. By the way, I heard you were injured? Are you okay? You can't just hold on if you have any problems!"
"I heard that Xiao Feng is from the south? From now on, you are not allowed to call me company commander. Just call me big brother. If you feel uncomfortable, just call me Lao Zhao. All the brothers in our company call me that!"
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As Zhao Liang muttered, Feng E confirmed that the dark, old lieutenant in front of him would be his company commander in the future .
"Is this a typical veteran soldier? Did he fight against the warlords? Or was he originally a member of the warlords' army and was reformed?" Feng E evaluated the company commander in his mind.
"hiss……"
The first and second platoon leaders who were doing the same thing let out long gasps. They really couldn't stand it any longer. They were just a few criminals. Why was this old man so nice to them? Besides, why hadn't they heard of everyone calling him "big brother" before? Even calling him "acting company commander" would get him beaten!
"What are you doing? Your tooth hurts! Platoon leader, go get the ammunition and bring back more grenades! Feng E, this is your rifle, right? It's very special! Do you have anything to add?" Zhao Liang's face changed every now and then, making Feng E a little confused.
"We just received the ammunition. We have a Czech machine gun, but it has no tripod. Also, the barrel won't hold up for long, and we have no spares!"
Feng E pointed at the machine gun on Min Da's shoulder and said,
"Did you hear me? Go find the logistics officer. Our company's machine guns haven't been replenished. Ask the regiment commander to get us a tripod and a spare barrel to make up the number. Go quickly..."
Zhao Liang pointed at the platoon leader and told him to act quickly.
According to Feng E's estimation, if this was the total number of troops in a company, it would only have ninety people at most, which was only 60% of the strength of a main company. This was a regular unit like the 11th Division, and now it had become like this . He didn't know what the situation was like for those miscellaneous units on the Songhu battlefield.
"We only have the first and second platoons now. You are now the leader of the third platoon, and your brothers are still with you. We don't have any reinforcements now..."
Zhao Liang continued to talk in a rambling manner. Now the situation of the first company was not good. There was a shortage of soldiers and even officers. Joining such a combat group, Feng E didn't know whether he should be glad or sad. It was obvious that this company must be the main company of the first battalion. It was indispensable for offense, defense, and cover. Otherwise, the officers would not be lost so quickly.
While Zhao Liang was chattering, the brothers of the first company went into the tent together. The second platoon was sent by Zhao Liang to get breakfast and dry food. If it weren't for the sudden sound of artillery fire, they would have probably headed towards Luodian. Now, they had to continue waiting for orders from the regiment headquarters.
The platoon leader with a gloomy face came back first, carrying back a large amount of ammunition. One brother held the tripod and spare barrel of a Czech machine gun in his hand and handed them to Zhao Liang to indicate that the mission was completed.
"Hey! See? Although they are both members of the 11th Division, there is a difference between our Death Squadron and these elite infantry companies. We asked for it twice ! They said they didn't have it last time, but this time we got it without any effort!"
Feng E smiled bitterly and asked Big Min to install the bipod. The spare barrel was also put into the backpack by the ammunition carrier.
"You guys eat first. Feng E, come out with me!" Zhao Liang walked out of the tent holding a multi-grain cake in one hand and ginger soup in the other.
"oh!"
Feng E was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he wanted to tell him at this time. He followed him out with a multi-grain cake in one hand and ginger soup in the other.
"Well, sit down!" Zhao Liang sat down in a corner outside the tent and pointed to the stone next to him and asked Feng E to sit down.
"Feng E, you haven't forgotten what you learned at the Central Army Officers School, right?" Zhao Liang asked hesitantly after swallowing the multi-grain cake in his mouth.
"Yes, I haven't forgotten!" Feng E replied.
"Um……"
"What about me? I was born into a warlord family and never went to school. I was able to become a company commander because I survived, but I am a layman in commanding. Apart from telling my brothers to fire, run, lie down, etc., I don't know anything else. When we get to the battlefield, you can help me with some advice."
Zhao Liang hesitated for a long time, but still shamelessly told the shameful thing. The lives of more than 80 brothers made him lose face. It would be nothing if he died, but he didn't want all of them to die in a row.
"I don't know much. After I joined the Death Squadron, I only managed 23 people at most. After the battle, only these few were left!" Feng E was obviously a little stunned.
Now he is asked to take charge of a squad of brothers, which is no problem for him. He has never even been a platoon leader. How can he put the brothers of a whole company under his control?
"Brother Feng, you look down on me, don't you? You look down on me, but there are more than 80 brothers. The superiors ordered an attack, and I can't do anything except shouting charge. Do you have the heart to watch these brothers die?"
Zhao Liang said anxiously, his voice getting louder and louder, he could no longer control himself. Ever since receiving the order from the company commander, Zhao Liang has been feeling uneasy. He knew that he was just an old soldier who could do nothing except carry a gun. In the past, he had a company commander above him, so he just had to obey orders and be careful. But now that was no longer possible, as an entire company of brothers were looking at him.
"Captain, I..."
"What company commander? You're still a company commander. From now on, just call me brother, or Lao Zhao. Otherwise, you look down on me and are unwilling to help me!"
Feng E was just about to say that he didn't mean that, but Zhao Liang retorted back. It seems that retorting to subordinates is a tradition of the 11th Division. Otherwise, how could everyone from the brigade commander to the company commander be so smooth in retorting?
"It's settled, this one is yours, don't be polite. When I get a new one from the devils on the battlefield, I'll definitely give it to you first!"
Zhao Liang grinned, put the bowl of ginger soup on the ground, then took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Feng E's pocket. In Zhao Liang's mind, this was the end of the matter!
