When I came to the kitchen, there were cornmeal waffles and sweet potato porridge. The waffles looked a little black and should not have a little white flour added.

Each soldier has three steamed buns and a bowl of sweet potato porridge, and there will be too much. Now it is not during wartime, when fighting with the Japanese, the soldiers will not be limited. Now there is no need to fight with the Japanese, so the soldiers naturally cannot eat too much. The independent group has a big family, but no matter how big family has a big family, it cannot afford to consume so much material resources.

Liu Gen also took three steamed buns, dipped a little chili, and didn't even dipped it in. It might not even be able to swallow the steamed buns. Unlike the steamed buns that Liu Gen once ate, the steamed buns in his hand are very hard and dark. If it weren't for the smell of no peculiar smell, he might have suspected that the kitchen team was going to murder him. He picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. Liu Gen frowned, a little hard.

After picking up the sweet potato porridge and taking a sip, Liu Gen swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth. This was much worse than the steamed bun he had eaten before.

After looking at the steamed buns in his hand carefully again, Liu Gen understood that unlike the fine flour in later generations, the corn flour grinding now is not that fine, and it is not just cornmeal. Some other things should have been added to it. Liu Gen looked at the other soldiers and could see that the soldiers tasted very calmly. They should have been used to such steamed buns.

Some soldiers were even a little unsatisfied. The three steamed buns were not enough for the soldiers with a big appetite, but the breakfast made by the kitchen team was limited, and the soldiers had no big solution if they were not full.

Liu Gen started eating again, and took a bite of steamed bun and drank some sweet potato porridge. Such steamed buns tasted a little bit of the throat, which made Liu Gen feel a little uncomfortable. There was no way, so he could only endure it. Ten minutes later, Liu Gen put the last bit of steamed buns into his mouth and chewed it. At the beginning, he felt something was wrong. As he endured the discomfort caused by the steamed buns, Liu Gen spit out the wrong part, which was a stone.

After pouring sweet potato porridge, Liu Gen felt much more comfortable. Thinking of eating these in the future, his face looked a little ugly. Damn it, this kind of life is a bit too difficult.

Thinking of his two oceans being collected while searching for bullets, Liu Gen's eyes lit up. Perhaps he could use two oceans to improve his life. He walked out of the kitchen team excitedly, and Liu Gen ran back to his room and found the two oceans that he had placed casually under the pillow. He put the ocean in his arms. He wanted to see if there was anything in the village to eat.

After searching for a whole circle in the village, Liu Gen cried. There was no place to sell things in the village. As for buying from the villagers, they didn't dare to ask for the ocean in their hands. When they returned to the regiment headquarters, Liu Gen felt helpless. He had money but couldn't spend it, which was really uncomfortable. After sitting in the room for a while, drinking a glass of boiled water, Liu Gen picked up the list he copied last night and walked towards the regiment headquarters.

Artillery training should be put on the agenda as soon as possible. No one knows whether the new 1st regiment will have combat in the future. Once a battle occurs, whether there is enough combat effectiveness of artillery is still very important.

After the soldiers' notification, Liu Gen met Li Yunlong. Yesterday, it was because of the battalion commander Zhang Dabiao, so Liu Gen was not blocked. Otherwise, if Liu Gen wanted to see Li Yunlong, he still needed the soldiers to inform him. Now he is an artilleryman, which is a bit special, but not so special that he ignores the rules of superiors and subordinates.

"Genzi, you are here, come and have a drink with me." As soon as he walked into the room, Li Yunlong called Liu Gen to drink.

Liu Gen looked at Li Yunlong and could see that Li Yunlong's face was not very optimistic. It was thought that he was depressed because he was going to be transferred to the rear, which made him sigh in his heart. Liu Gen sat down, drank a drink with Li Yunlong, and took out the selected list, which were suitable for becoming artillery soldiers. Since Li Yunlong only gave him thirty places, the thirty people selected by Liu Gen were all relatively friendly among the registered soldiers.

"Captain, take a look. These are the list of soldiers I have selected. If you agree, I will start training tomorrow and make them a qualified artillery as soon as possible." Liu Gen said in a deep voice.

Li Yunlong glanced at the list handed over by Liu Gen. He was the leader of the New First Regiment and had some impression of every soldier in the New First Regiment. This made him know that Liu Gen had a serious choice. Looking at Liu Gen, Li Yunlong could see the seriousness on Liu Gen's face, which made him pick up the list he put down again and look at it seriously again.

Liu Gen was waiting quietly. He was not very interested in drinking. Moreover, as an artillery, drinking too much wine is not good. With time to drink, Liu Gen is more willing to do something. He is still young and has many places to learn and improve. In order to avoid dying on the battlefield in the next battle, Liu Gen has formulated many training plans for himself.

"This list is pretty good. Are thirty places enough?" Li Yunlong asked.

Liu Gen shook his head, "It's definitely not enough. The Japanese equipped each Type 92 infantry cannon with a 15-man artillery squad. In this way, we have three infantry cannons, which means 45 people are needed, not to mention mortars."

"Thirty people can only form a five-person artillery squad for each infantry cannon, barely exerting the power of the Type 92 infantry cannon."

"Is that true? Or do you artillery know a lot. I want to know if the five-man artillery squad has a great impact on the performance of the Type 92 infantry artillery? On the battlefield, if you are silent, I might shoot you." Li Yunlong looked at Liu Gen with a serious expression. He didn't want our artillery fire support to happen on the battlefield.

In the battle with the Japanese, the Eighth Route Army was at a disadvantage. If there was another silence, it would be fine if nothing happened. If something happened, the frontline soldiers would suffer considerable losses.

"The five-man squad will definitely have an impact. This is the minimum configuration. The soldiers loading infantry artillery and other work will consume a lot of physical strength. To ensure that our infantry artillery has continuous combat effectiveness, it is very necessary to configure more soldiers. I dare not make any guarantees to the regiment commander for the five-man artillery squad!" Liu Gen said helplessly.

Li Yunlong widened his eyes, "Damn it, you kid are dishonest. In the battle with the Sakata United, you, Zhang Dabiao and others grabbed the Japanese's six infantry cannons. But I heard from Zhang Dabiao that you kid two controlled six infantry cannons. Now you tell me that I can't do it?"

"Captain, that's a special situation, it's different." Liu Gen said with a wry smile.

Such artillery is very different from the actual artillery being controlled by artillery. Moreover, such combat also has great requirements for the physical fitness of the artillery, and Liu Gen has good physical fitness to survive.

"Damn it, I don't care! You can do it! Your artillery under your command should be able to do it too! You also know that our New First Regiment's soldiers are nervous, so I can only give you twenty more places and fifty people at most! If we want to successfully form our New First Regiment's artillery company, you will be the company commander of the Artillery Company! If you fail, I will not only not give you any reward, but also shoot you!" Li Yunlong said loudly.

Seeing that Li Yunlong started to be unreasonable again, Liu Gen felt a little worried, "Captain, this is OK, but our artillery company is only responsible for three Type 92 infantry cannons. As for mortars, you will assign them to each battalion. Do you think this is OK?"
Chapter completed!