Li Yunlong often asked Han Feng to drink, but there was never a drink party as solemn as today. The meals prepared were very rich, including four dishes, one plate of peanuts, two plates of vegetarian dishes, and a braised pork dish. There were five or six canned meats seized when attacking Ping'an County, as if the end of the year had arrived.

When Han Feng walked into the house of the regiment headquarters, he felt that the atmosphere today was particularly abnormal. Li Yunlong, with a big head, grinned and smiled at him, and political commissar Zhao Gang nodded slightly to him.

A corner of an old four-corner table, Zhao Gang occupied one corner, Li Yunlong occupied two corners, and three pairs of bowls and chopsticks and three bottles of white wine were placed on the table. The remaining corner was obviously reserved for Han Feng.

When Li Yunlong saw Han Feng, he waved enthusiastically, "Sanlangzi, come, let's sit down, Lao Zhao and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Han Feng pulled out the bench and sat down, and smiled and said, "Captain, what day is today? Just a drink, how can it be so rich?"

Li Yunlong said: "What day? Today is the day that the big brother will practice for you."

"Practice? What to do?"

Zhao Gang smiled and said, "That's right, Comrade Xiao Han, the order from the brigade department has been delivered. Given your military achievements in the past two years of joining the army, our brigade commander is preparing to form another New Third Regiment, with you as the leader of this New Third Regiment."

Han Feng was stunned. He didn't say anything to give in. He knew that since Zhao Gang said so, it means that the documents of the brigade department had been issued, which was definitely something that could not be changed.

Han Feng was just a little surprised. He knew that if the level of military commanders had corresponding military achievements during the war, they would rise very quickly, especially troops like the Eighth Route Army that lacked grassroots cadres and were not restricted in their entirety and capable military commanders could often get a stage to display their talents.

But all this came too quickly. Two years from a recruit to a regiment commander may not be unprecedented, let alone a future, but it is still a legendary road to rise.

Han Feng knew very well that there was also a question of qualifications in the Eighth Route Army. Many cadres were old and some even experienced the Long March. They were formerly the old Red Army. Compared with them, their qualifications were just new recruits, and they actually wanted to be regiment commanders?

Li Yunlong cursed: "Old Zhao, what am I guessing? If this kid heard this news, he would be stunned. It is true that I had been a veteran who had been in the army for more than a year during the "Yellow Horse" riot in 27. It took him nearly eight years to become the regiment commander. This kid has only been in the army for a few years. Now he is also the regiment commander like me. How can he not be stunned?"

Zhao Gang said: "Old Li, you are pure jealousy. Comrade Xiao Han is capable of taking the position of regiment commander earlier than you and exerting his military talents. This is a matter of course."

"Hahahaha, that's right, compared to your old Zhao, he is far inferior to you. How capable is our old Zhao! As soon as he graduated from college and just left school, he became the regiment-level political commissar. He had never fought a battle, so he stood in front of me, a veteran of more than ten years, and he would have been in charge of this and that. Otherwise, my mother would say that studying is good! Intellectuals, that's different."

Han Feng wanted to laugh when he heard this, Zhao Gang said with a dark face: "Old Li, are you praising me or scolding me? Forget it, let's talk about serious matters with Comrade Xiao Han!"

Li Yunlong glared and said, "What a shitty business? Drinking today is our biggest business. Come on, Sanyazi, I will fill you up... Monk, what's going on with this little wine cup? Change me a big bowl."

Han Feng did not refuse. After Li Yunlong poured him wine, he stood up and held the wine bowl and said to Li Yunlong: "Captain, I won't say anything more, and I don't know what to say. I only know that since I joined the Eighth Route Army, I have been lucky to meet a good superior like you in my life. I dare not say anything else. In this life, you will always be my commander. This is something that will never change even if the sky falls. I will toast you with this bowl of wine!"

Han Feng picked up the wine bowl, and half of the bowl of white wine drank it like white water. A spicy warm current penetrated into his body, and a sense of generosity and heroism arose in his heart.

Li Yunlong received this respect in a steady state. He held the wine bowl with his left hand and fucked Han Feng with a strong expression. The weathered corner lines made him look like a middle-aged man in his forties, but he was only thirty years old, and he was only six or seven years older than Han Feng.

After giving Li Yunlong to Li Yunlong, Han Feng poured the wine for Li Yunlong, and then poured himself a second bowl of wine, "I have to toast this bowl of wine. Our political commissar can achieve the development of the Independent Group today. If I, Han Feng, can have today, this is inseparable from the political commissar..." As he said that, Han Feng suddenly smiled at Li Yunlong and said, "Captain, why don't you give the political commissar to me?"

Without thinking, Li Yunlong cursed: "Sanlangzi, you deserve a beating, right? I tell you that Lao Zhao is a member of my Independent Group while he is alive, and he is my Li Yunlong's partner. Even if he dies, he is also the ghost of my Independent Group, my Independent Group, my man."

Zhao Gang:...

After drinking for three rounds, everyone started talking about the topic casually. Han Feng said: "New Third Regiment? Leader, why have I never heard of another New Third Regiment? Could it be that this New Third Regiment was completely rebuilt?"

Li Yunlong said: "You guessed it right. The Brigade Department has issued an order to rebuild the New Third Regiment and relocate the troops from the Independent Regiment. I have already decided to take all your old team's Second Battalion! I will allocate all the more than 300 puppet troops who surrendered, plus the Heiyun Village Xie Baoqing's troops, to you. This will add up to nearly 3,000 people. If the New Third Regiment is formed, it will be a main force."

Han Feng shook his head and said, "Captain, you're wrong. My second battalion has only less than 1,400 people. Even if Xie Baoqing and the surrendered puppet troops have all combined, there are only more than 600 people. Even if the Johor Bahru regiment is formed, it will only have 2,000 people to die.

But there are quite a lot, just a problem with this equipment... The second battalion is scarce, so you probably have to provide me with some support, and I don’t have to do more. The congratulatory gift I gave you when the regiment leader was married, hehe, it’s enough to give me half of it. Also, this puppet army and bandits are not easy to manage. It would be better if you can assign a part of the cadres to me."

Li Yunlong:...

Zhao Gang:...

Zhao Gang suddenly felt how naive and simple he was stuck in the middle. This little profiteer and a big profiteer were completely unnecessary to worry about Han Feng.

Li Yunlong was instantly awake when he was drunk, and pointed at Han Feng's nose in anger and cursed: "The brigade commander said that he would give you three thousand troops and then equip you with the corresponding equipment. I have already thought about it. It is the original team of your second battalion, plus the puppet army and Xie Baoqing, so you can't even think about it.

As for equipment, it’s a good thing that you can say. You guy is so embarrassed to open your mouth for the gift to your sister-in-law. I’ve seen it. It’s impossible to get some benefits from your Second Battalion. Take your Second Battalion’s men and equipment, get out of here!”

Han Feng was kicked out of the regiment headquarters by Li Yunlong. The monk said to Han Feng, who wanted to rush in and bargain, "Third brother, I beg you not to go in. The regiment commander said that if he hadn't been able to beat you, he would have pressed you to the ground and beat you long ago."

Han Feng touched his nose and sighed in his heart, "Oh, it's so difficult to take advantage of Lao Li. Ginger is still old, but he is still too young and has a very thin face!"

Zhao Gang, who witnessed the end of the farce, had nothing to say. He suddenly understood the reason why Li Yunlong and Han Feng often understood tacitly. These two guys were birds of a feather.

It's so hard for him to survive between two people...

Just after thinking about it, Zhao Gang suddenly felt a little expectant. What kind of troops will the New Third Regiment be handed over to Han Feng, a guy who is more cunning and "insatiable" than Li Yunlong, and who is more courageous in fighting and acting bravely?

Is it a soft sheep, a screaming wild wolf, or a roaring tiger?
Chapter completed!