Chapter 2 Storm (Three Scores)

"What did you say, let me get together and part with you." The regiment commander Lao Qi jumped up, reaching out to grab Officer Shao's neck, "Who do you want me to get together and part with you? Who do you want me to get together and part with you?"

"It was you who asked me to say it, it was you who asked me to say it." Staff Officer Shao Yong avoided Lao Qi's sure-fire with his agility, hid at another table, shook his body back and forth and reminded loudly, "I just can't bear to see you dig a hole for yourself, don't be unaware of the good people's hearts."

"Good intention, good intentions are not a good intention." Lao Qilian grabbed Fatty Shao a few times but failed to catch Fatty Shao. He pointed his finger at the other party's nose through the table and cursed, "Good intentions, if Fatty Shao is kind, there will be no sinister villain in this world. Good intentions, what did you fucking tell me when you were drinking before, but now it has become another set of rhetoric."

"Didn't you think you, the leader, have been too lonely, so you came forward to support you?" Fatty Shao continued to hide further away, explaining with aggrieved look on his face, "Or it would be so embarrassing if you looked at so many eyes and you didn't even have a supporter around you."

"Fuck, let your mother's shit." The regiment commander Lao Qi was so angry that his eyes turned black, and the roar came from a distance along the window, "I don't need you, the insidious villain, to cover it up. I will do it right, go straight, and do things openly in this life."

"I just relied on others to defeat the Japanese devils, but turned around and planned to plot against their team. It turned out that this was quite open and honest." Fatty Shao's muttering was very low, but he held the second half of the sentence of the regiment commander Lao Qi back into his throat.

Different factions fight each other, and strong teams in the same faction have poor annexation. These behaviors are common among the direct and sidelines of the National Revolutionary Army. No one thinks that there is anything wrong with doing this, and no one makes a fuss about it. However, it really has nothing to do with being open and honest, and it cannot be said to be justified.

What exists is not necessarily reasonable. The reason why the unspoken rules are become unspoken rules is that no matter how they are dressed up, they cannot be put on the table. Looking at the face full of tragic expressions in front of them, the regiment commander Lao Qi suddenly felt a burst of weakness all over his body. This is the only person in the entire 93rd regiment who once publicly expressed his support for him, and his support was just to protect the face of the regiment commander. As for the other brothers, although no one publicly opposed his idea of ​​continuing to fight the Black Stone Guerrillas, everyone's silence and escape were enough to prove their disdain.

Even these old brothers who had lived and died with him did not understand their behavior. What would he use to win over the hearts of Fatty Zhang, Zhao Tianlong and others in the future? If the proud cavalry could not return to their hearts, even if he used his strength to bring them under his command, he would only get a group of walking corpses, which would not have a strong effect on the 93rd Regiment, and the consequences might even be completely opposite.

"In this situation, if you use force to annex them, you will definitely be condemned by the whole country. The brothers in the regiment will also feel that you are ungrateful, and using long-term subtle means, it may not be effective. After all, this cavalry has its own soul. Even if you can move forward with us, you will still think with your own mind and think with your own mind." Fat staff member Shao Yong's words came from a safe position that his arm could not reach, which sounded less annoying. "Instead of continuing to force yourself, it will only make both sides turn against each other in the end, it would be better to change your mind and ask them to be teachers and help our 93rd Regiment build a cavalry that belongs entirely to it from scratch."

"From the beginning, build a cavalry of his own." The regiment commander Lao Qi was stunned for a moment, blurting out his words. Since he inquired about the impressive achievements made by the Black Stone Guerrillas, he had never forgotten to bring this cavalry under his command, but he had never imagined that the 93rd Regiment could fully reliance on his own by taking advantage of the low price of horses on the grassland.

"Yes." Fat staff member Shao Yong nodded and responded confidently, "Since we are pulling them over, we will inevitably have different dreams. It is better to take this opportunity to cooperate and ask them to help train a cavalry. The advantage of this is that, first, from the beginning, the team will be marked as our 93rd Regiment, and second, the vacancies that appear after we advance from Type B to Type A can also be filled quickly."

The Mongols and Han people living on the grassland usually learned to ride horses since childhood, and almost all of them were born with cavalry materials. By "raising donations" from those Mongolian princes who had several boats, the source of war horses was not a problem. As for arms, it was even simpler. After the 93rd Regiment replaced the Su machinery, there was no place to arrange the large number of Hanyang buildings that were eliminated, and they happened to be used for new recruits. Anyway, the main weapon of the cavalry after the attack was launched was a saber. There were few guns when they needed to use them, so there was no need to consider whether the performance was excellent.

Following the idea provided by Staff Shao, the more he went down, the brighter the eyes of the regiment commander Lao Qi, and the anger accumulated in his heart quickly disappeared. Instead, he was sincerely praised, "Well, you said it is also a way of thinking. However, if you teach your disciples to starve the master to death, let's ask the Black Stone Guerrillas to be instructors, will they really not hide their own personal information?"

"It shouldn't be. With the proud character of Zhao Tianlong and Fatty Zhang, even if you are guarding against us, you will not use such despicable means." Shao Yong thought for a while and shook his head gently. "And if you want to exert the combat effectiveness of the light cavalry, it is not only necessary to rely on the cavalry themselves, the firepower suppression of cannons, but also the timely follow-up of infantry. As far as I know, not only the Black Stone guerrillas, but also the Eighth Route Army Cial North Military Sub-district on their heads, there is no real artillery. With the Type 97 and grenade launchers, they cannot suppress any opponent."

It is still a fact that anyone with a discerning eye can see, but it made the regiment commander Lao Qi suddenly enlightened. Yes, today's victory was not just the credit of the cavalry. Without the Soviet-made Type 9 mountain cannons, the cavalry had long been shot into a pile of sieves by the Japanese machine guns, and it was impossible to rush so easily. With the support of cannons and machine guns, the newly formed cavalry battalion of the 93rd Regiment, as long as the training level can reach half the standard of the Black Stone Guerrillas, has become very impressive, and may even surpass the blue ones.

In this way, if the former master and Tudi had a forceful conflict due to their respective political stances after driving away the Japanese devils, the 93rd Regiment could only kill the Black Stone Guerrillas in a minute.

After thinking about this section, the last knot in the heart of the regiment commander Lao Qi quickly melted away. He nodded slightly at the staff officer Shao Yong through a table, "Indeed, they don't have cannons in their hands and cannot exert the true power of cavalry. You kid, you are worthy of being the optimistic person of Chief Fu, and your vision is much stronger than us old guys."

"I, I just like to think about it all." Fatty staff officer Shao Yong was embarrassed by the praise, shook his head, and humbled himself awkwardly. Then, he couldn't help but whisper, "Besides, since I am the name of a staff officer, I have to think more about our 93rd Regiment. Otherwise, one day, you slapped me back to Wuyuan City, why would you raise my head in front of an acquaintance?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no," he heard the resentful meaning of the other party's words, and the regiment commander Lao Qi smiled and said, "Young people like you who are smart and courageous, our 93rd Regiment is not too late to welcome you, how can we chase back? By the way, regarding the next cooperation with the guerrillas and asking them to help form a cavalry, can you sort out a charter based on our conversation tonight as soon as possible, and take advantage of the current enthusiasm between the two sides, I can also talk to Fatty Zhang."

"There are those who have been busy all night long." Fatty staff officer Shao Yong smiled embarrassedly again, and neatly took out a few white papers full of words from a pile of information, and held their hands in front of Lao Qi. "They are all immature ideas, so please give me some advice from the leader of the group."

"Haha, I said, why do you speak one by one? It turns out that you have prepared a lot." The regiment commander Lao Qi laughed, took the carefully prepared draft from the other party and reviewed it on the spot.

After reading a few short paragraphs, he suddenly realized that he had really underestimated this fat-headed and big-eared intelligence consultant before. The latter gave a draft written in a hurry. It was clearly a carefully considered plan. If it was implemented according to this plan, within half a year, there would be an elite cavalry of a battalion fighting under the banner of the 93rd Regiment of the 31st Division of the National Revolutionary Army, galloping across the board, and it would be unstoppable.

"Okay, OK." While tapping the table with his fingers, he praised loudly, "After that he graduated from a professional school, he has some practical things in his stomach. I will use this to talk to Fatty Zhang tomorrow. I think he has any way to continue making a profit from it."

"Captain, Bei Zi, Bei Zi has a reluctant request." Staff Officer Shao Yong slowly walked around the table, walked behind Lao Qi, and used ten fat fingers to help the other party knead his shoulders.

A wave of comfortable feeling came from the shoulder hole. In conjunction with the plan in front of him, the group leader Lao Qi felt more and more comfortable. He gently placed the plan on the table. He turned around and encouraged with a smile: "Tell me, what kind of love is, whether it is a public or a private matter, as long as I can help, I can consider it."

"Business." Fatty Staff Officer Shao Yong quickly emphasized, and then added embarrassedly, "There is also a little selfishness inside. I think, if our regiment forms a cavalry battalion, can I take this head? I, today, saw Fatty Zhang riding on the horse to show off his power, I was really envious in my heart."

"You." The regiment commander Lao Qi looked at the other party in surprise, with disbelief on his face. He did look very majestic on a war horse, but the danger of being shot into a hornet's nest by an enemy with a machine gun has increased exponentially. Fatty staff member Shao Yongnai officially graduated from his professional class and had already entered General Fu Zuoyi's vision. His future is limitless. There is no need to go to the front line to take risks, and there is no need to use his life to gain wealth and fame in this life.

"Please give me a chance to be a leader." Shao Yong took a step back, straightened his body, and saluted Lao Qi with a military salute. His fat face, which was usually laughing and joking, was full of solemnity.
Chapter completed!