The political commissar ran out of the house angrily.

The generals in the conference room looked at each other for a moment. The leader of the group and the political commissar had always been like one person. This was the first time that the two of them had such a big fire.

But why did the regiment commander not let the political commissar go? The battalion commanders couldn't figure it out, but the regiment commander's face was so dark that no one dared to ask more questions.

Han Feng said: "Now I will talk to everyone about the specific selection.

This selection is called layer by layer, promotion step by step.

You know, we have a lot of people now, and the places we are distributed are not the same.

Therefore, it is unrealistic to gather everyone together to select, so select one by one and increase it.

Let’s start with each platoon, and then continue to participate in the selection between companies and companies, and finally rise to the selection between your eight battalions to determine the candidates for the Far East Army this time.”

"Good idea, leader, then tell me how to choose!"

Han Feng said: "The selection method is very simple. You also know that the environment in the northeast is harsh when winter comes, and the anti-Japanese war is in that place. When winter comes, the winter is very long, and sometimes it can even be nearly half a year.

During this period, it is also the time when the brothers of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces sacrifice the greatest sacrifice.

Therefore, the first thing we are the brothers who participated in the Far East Army is to resist freezing and not be afraid of freezing. As for the subsequent shooting skills and combat experience, they are all based on this most important premise.

Then the selection method is very simple.

If you can or can’t, just pull people into the cold snow of the cold. If anyone can’t stand the elimination first, the one who can handle it is the seed candidate and advance directly to the next round.”

Shi Wencai said happily: "Captain, you said that, then the selection is not difficult. We brothers are not even afraid of death, but are they afraid of being cold?

At that time, I am afraid that most of my brothers from the battalion will be selected. Your quota is not enough!"

Han Feng laughed and said, "Lao Shi, you think the problem is too simple. Do you think I didn't consider this?

I know you old brothers have their tempers. Today, our meeting is over. In a blink of an eye, you go back to your own camp and designate to make the soldiers under your command scream. You are not willing to admit defeat. Who is willing to admit that you are a coward?

As for the willpower of withstanding wind and snow, many soldiers in our team have them.

But the body cannot deceive people. They are standing in the winter snow. Some people's faces, hands, and ears will soon turn red and turn purple. The whole body is cold and cold, so it is not suitable for going.

But some people will not have such an exaggerated situation, but their faces are slightly red and their ears are slightly red. Such brothers are very suitable for going there.

I will tell you the ugly words first, although this time it is an assessment and selection.

But don't ignore the safety issues of the soldiers.

Explain the problem to the soldiers so that they can’t bear it, so that they don’t have to force themselves, and they will fall ill again.

If your ears are frozen red, your hands are frozen red. Rub them quickly and arrange for the cooking team to cook more hot soup so that you can stop freezing.

After all the personnel are selected, if there are too many people, we will select another group of people through marksmanship and combat experience. By then, these groups of people will basically be members of our Far East Army.

Do you have any questions? If not, let’s part with you and go back and prepare!”

The meeting ended like this, and the eight battalion commanders all looked thoughtful, as if they were deciding something.

Dong Chenghai left the last time, and Dong Chenghai never expected that this old Dong, who is always taciturn and seemingly decent, would come to him to go to the back door.

The old face was filled with a smile, "Hehe, Lao Han, team leader, my team leader, can you tell me that you can divide the quota into one first?"

Han Feng looked at Dong Chenghai very seriously, even with some slightest sense of judging, and most of his eyes fell on his face.

In the end, he shook his head in amid the expectation of Dong Chenghai, "Old Dong, this may not work."

"Why?"

Han Feng: "I saw it, you don't have a big face! Then why should I open the back door for you?

I know you are not afraid of death, but you have also seen that none of the brothers under my command are afraid of death. If I give you the quota for no reason, how can you convince them?"

Dong Chenghai:...

Dong Chenghai finally left embarrassedly. After all, he was very confident in the team under his command, but today he felt a little guilty when he saw the other battalion commanders' attitude.

Dong Chenghai has long heard of the tenacity of the willpower of the Eighth Route Army, especially the old Eighth Route Army.

He was afraid that the crooked people under his command would not be as good as others.

But when I thought about it, I felt emotion again and my sincere admiration for the leader Han Feng.

This time the Far East Army went to the Northeast to fight against the war, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was a life-threatening death, but Han Feng did not favoritism for business.

It seems that the commando team is going to be taken with them, and there are also these old battalion commanders, who are not the ones that Han Feng is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is Han Feng’s heart, old brothers and old subordinates.

Relatively speaking, his Dong Chenghai and his Dong Chenghai battalion were formerly the Later Rebellion regiment, composed of various defeated soldiers of the Guo army.

To be honest, if Dong Chenghai was in Han Feng's position, he might have hesitated. Whether to give up a quota to this team and join the Eighth Route Army is not a very close team!

After all, who would like to watch the old subordinates who followed him for many years die?

Thinking of this, Dong Chenghai felt quite ashamed because he did not see any hesitation in the eyes of the regiment commander Han Feng.

The leader treated the brothers under his command equally.

Even if they were the defeated soldiers of the Guo army not long ago.

Dong Chenghai made up his mind secretly, and this time he would do his best to get this place.

While walking on the road, Dong Chenghai began to think about how to win this selection, and finally came to a surprising conclusion that surprised him:

Most of the Hou Yong Group are brothers from the north, and many of them are from the northeast. For example, Jiang Long's group of people should have more advantages in adapting to the cold.

Thinking of this, Dong Chenghai finally felt a little relieved.

After the battalion commanders left, Han Feng went to the regiment headquarters, and the political commissar Xu Ziling was also guarded by several soldiers in the regiment headquarters.

"Okay, okay, you said you are the same. Why is this kind of deliberate mind? It's really like a prisoner guarding us to keep a close eye on our political commissar?

Go outside the yard to guard me. Can the political commissar be a living person?

"yes."

Cough cough..., he called the soldiers who retreated to guard Xu Zilin. Han Feng coughed a few times before he opened the curtain of the regiment headquarters and walked in.

As soon as he entered the room, he was stared at by the cannibalistic gaze. After staring at him for a long time, Han Feng was a little furious and sat down on his kang with his legs crossed.

"Ahem, Lao Xu, alas, don't stand! Come on, sit down."

Xu Zilin said sarcastically: "I dare not, Captain Han is so capable. Even his political commissar has been locked up in a small dark room. How dare I sit with Captain Han!"

Han Feng said seriously: "Little black room? Where is there a small black room? Who dares to lock my political commissar into a small black room? I won't kill him.

Hehe, Lao Xu, look at the windows around here, the light is shining in, the room is bright, it is not dark at all."

Xu Zilin:...
Chapter completed!