"Genzi, aren't you kidding?" Li Yunlong asked in surprise when he looked at Liu Gen.

Kong Jie also felt a little strange and chose to let the monk go to the First Battalion to be an instructor. He and Li Yunlong could understand it, but now Liu Gen still wants Zhao Gang to go to the First Battalion to be a political commissar, which is a bit difficult to understand. The monk has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for ten years and has performed quite well in the battle. His combat power is very strong. It is naturally more than enough to go to the First Battalion to be an instructor!

But what about Zhao Gang? In the eyes of Kong Jie and Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang is a scholar, a scholar with no power. Now Liu Gen chooses to let Zhao Gang go to the First Battalion to be an instructor, which is completely joking! What can Zhao Gang teach the First Battalion soldiers? Can the soldiers read and read?

"Yes, Genzi, are you kidding? Why did you think of finding me to be the instructor of the first battalion?" Zhao Gang asked in confusion.

Facing the eyes of Li Yunlong and the other two, Liu Gen quickly explained: "I know that Political Commissar Zhao's shooting skills are very good. He is a sharpshooter, so I want to ask Political Commissar Zhao to go to the first battalion to teach the soldiers' shooting skills."

"Political Commissar Zhao is a cultural person. When teaching soldiers the marksmanship, he will definitely make the soldiers better understand. I think the results will be good."

Li Yunlong thought about it. He seemed to have thought that Zhao Gang once showed good shooting skills during the battle. But he was too nervous during the battle. After the battle, Li Yunlong forgot this. Now that Liu Gen had this incident, he realized this.

"Political Commissar Zhao, are you a sharpshooter?" Kong Jie asked in disbelief.

Kong Jie didn't know Zhao Gang's shooting skills. In his impression, Zhao Gang was a scholar. Who would have thought that Zhao Gang was actually a sharpshooter? If Liu Gen hadn't spoken, then Kong Jie wouldn't have known it at all, unless Zhao Gang was on sale again.

"I'm not a sharpshooter, just shoot more accurately." Zhao Gang shook his head. He didn't think he was a sharpshooter. He could kill the Japanese at most 600 meters away. It was still much worse than the real sharpshooter.

Looking at Zhao Gang, Kong Jie was a little helpless. How did he realize that Zhao Gang, a cultural person, was a bit black-hearted? Damn, could he be invited by Liu Gen to be an instructor in the first battalion? How could Zhao Gang have poor shooting skills? Kong Jie knew that Liu Gen was quite smart, otherwise why wouldn't he invite him Kong Jie to be an instructor in the first battalion?

"Genzi, what do you think is Political Commissar Zhao's shooting skills?" Kong Jie looked at Liu Gen and asked.

Liu Gen recalled the approximate distance between Zhao Gang and the Japanese before, and said in silence for a moment: "Political Commissar Zhao used to shoot the Japanese machine gunner at a distance of about 450 meters."

"Political Commissar Zhao, OK, you are such a sharpshooter. I, Kong Jie, rarely convinced you. Now I am a little convinced. It is not easy for a scholar to have such a good marksman!" Kong Jie looked at Political Commissar Zhao, and his eyes changed significantly.

When Kong Jie and Zhao Gang got along, the two got along very well, but Kong Jie thought that Zhao Gang was a scholar and sometimes he looked down on Zhao Gang a little. But now, knowing that Zhao Gang has such a good marksmanship, Kong Jie naturally would not be despised at all. Thinking about his previous relationship with Zhao Gang, Kong Jie was a little ashamed. He even looked down on Zhao Gang a little, and Zhao Gang didn't say anything, which made Kong Jie feel a little ashamed.

Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang, with an unconcealed surprise in his eyes. He did not expect that Zhao Gang, the scholar-in-law, would have such a good shooting skills. After Zhao Gang entered the Independent Corps, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang had a lot of conflicts. As the two spent more time together, they had a certain tacit understanding.

Before, Li Yunlong felt that he had seen Zhao Gang as the political commissar clearly, but now, Li Yunlong no longer thinks this way. He found that he despised Zhao Gang as the political commissar.

"Genzi, I have no objection to the monk following you to the first battalion as an instructor. During this period, our independent regiment will have very few combat tasks. If the monk becomes an instructor, he will not waste his talent."

"As for me, I don't have much time, but I can take two hours every day to go to the first battalion to teach the soldiers' marksmanship. What do you think?" Zhao Gang said, looking at Liu Gen.

After some consideration, Zhao Gang was about to go to the first battalion to teach the soldiers' marksmanship. He knew how important it is to the soldiers with good marksmanship. Good marksmanship can not only improve the survival rate of the soldiers on the battlefield, but also help the soldiers kill Japanese soldiers better.

Zhao Gang is still very willing to help the soldiers improve their marksmanship. If he hadn't had much time, he would have taken more time to train the first battalion of warriors.

"Those thanks to you, Political Commissar Zhao. I will give you the first battalion soldiers." Seeing that Zhao Gang agreed, Liu Gen hurriedly thanked.

Zhao Gang waved his hand, "No need to do this. I should be able to help the soldiers."

Seeing all this, Li Yunlong said nothing. He knew that Zhao Gang would take a certain amount of time every day to train the warriors of the first battalion. He was a little happy. Without Zhao Gang in the regiment headquarters, Li Yunlong could enjoy a little quietness. But for some reason, Li Yunlong felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. It seemed that he had been used to Zhao Gang's existence during this period.

"Okay, okay, just go back to the first battalion if you have nothing to do. You can't stay in the regiment headquarters all the time." Li Yunlong said with a little impatient.

Liu Gen smiled and didn't care. After talking to Zhao Gang for a few more words, he took the monk out of the regiment headquarters.

"Monk, how about it? What does it feel like to be an instructor in our first battalion soon?" Liu Gen asked with a smile at the monk beside him.

The monk shook his head and looked calm, "I don't have many ideas. If you ask me to be the instructor of the first battalion, I will train the soldiers well. I don't know how to train the soldiers. If there is anything wrong, you can tell me."

"Monk, don't worry, when you arrive at the first battalion, you will train boldly. As long as the warriors' health does not have any problems, then train them hard." Liu Gen said seriously.

Hearing Liu Gen say this, the monk nodded, "Don't worry, I will train the soldiers well."

"By the way, will you have to compete? I went to the Artillery Company before, and you should be not weak when you take the soldiers of the Artillery Company to train." The monk looked at Liu Gen with a bit of fighting spirit in his eyes.

In the independent regiment, the monk fought with many soldiers, but did not find an opponent that could make him enjoy his life. Now the monk has set his sights on Liu Gen. He knows that in the artillery company, Liu Gen's daily training is very strong. With such training, Liu Gen's combat power should be not weak, and I hope he will not disappoint.

"Okay!" Feeling the fighting spirit in the monk's eyes, Liu Gen agreed without hesitation.
Chapter completed!