Rise From Eight Hundred

"28,000 cans of meat!" Lieutenant General Guo, who had recovered from his joy, nodded without comment.

Seemingly casually, he continued to ask: "Based on the calculation of more than 7,000 troops in a heavy artillery brigade of the Japanese army, the average storage capacity of three or four cans per person is reasonable! However, the Japanese can't just eat canned food!"

"Report to the commander, our unit also seized a part of medicine, about two trucks, which our advance group probably won't use, and we have already prepared to hand them over to the headquarters. If the headquarters needs them urgently, we can send medical personnel to receive them now." Tang Dao continued to hold his head high, and his awe-inspiring spirit was ready to burst out.

No, it should be grand! That look was absolutely grand to the point of exploding, and it was more awesome than a dozen grenades tied together.

"You kid" Lieutenant General Guo raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but feel a little angry.

He was asking if there were any other food and supplies, but Tang Dao was so good that he directly called a deer a horse.

Especially that face full of "magnanimity", really, so kind that he wanted to beat someone up.

Of course, it's not that he wasn't happy about the medicines. After days of fighting, the number of wounded continued to increase. The medical team of the 43rd Army directly followed the advance group. The medicines brought by the 67th Army had long been insufficient. The liquor brought from Songjiang became the most scarce medical supplies. Didn't you see that Wu Keren, the supreme commander, had to use the guards' hidden meat to exchange for a jar of wine to treat Tang Dao to dinner?

The two trucks of medicines Tang Dao mentioned were definitely timely help, and their importance was no less than the more than 20,000 canned meat he just mentioned.

No matter how stupid he was at this moment, the bearded uncle estimated that he had come to his senses. It turned out that the young man Tang Dao was fighting with two old foxes and bargaining with each other.

On one side, the two old guys regretted so much that they wanted to scrape a layer of fat from the young man to supplement military supplies, and on the other side, they didn't see the rabbit and didn't show the eagle. If they wanted the supplies, they would give benefits!

No wonder Tang Dao can become an army colonel at such a young age. Just the courage to challenge the superior is impressive. At this age, he was still eating, drinking and having fun with a bunch of stupid sons of local rich people in his hometown!

However, what does this have to do with us? For a lieutenant general who only cares about how to kill the Japanese so that he and his soldiers can return to their hometown, he can also eat the meat scraped from Tang Dao, and if Tang Dao can get some benefits, he will also be happy to see it happen. Maybe he can trick this bold young man into becoming his nephew-in-law, right?

Uncle Huzi didn't plan to participate in this "secret war" at all. He opened a can of beef and buried his head in the can. He hadn't eaten meat for more than half a month, which made Lao Gu, who was used to eating big fish and meat, very greedy.

"You decide on the organization of the independent battalion. The Songjiang Guard Battalion was originally disbanded after the Songjiang Battle. Now, due to the urgent situation in Jiashan, the command has decided to merge the Guard Battalion and the Four-line Battalion into the independent battalion." Lieutenant General Wu, who was sitting upright, finally spoke with a painful look on his face.

How could he not feel pain? The 800 people in the Songjiang Guard Battalion, which was established in the Songjiang Battle, were nominally drawn from the 67th Army, the 43rd Army, and the Songjiang Security Corps. However, there are only a few hundred people in the 43rd Army. How many people can be given? Although the Songjiang Security Corps has good equipment and decent performance, it is also based on scum. How many people can Tang Dao, who is so picky, choose?

After all, aren't most of them selected from his 67th Army?

And this time, it's not a temporary force.

Tang Dao's Sixing Battalion has its own number, and it is used as the 43rd Army Independent Battalion based on this number, which means that this is a battalion-level unit recognized by the theater command and even the Ministry of Military Affairs. The personnel list and organization must be registered with the Sichuan Army System, and the Ministry of Military Affairs must also allocate military pay.

To put it bluntly, this transfer, there is no such thing as returning to the base or not, and hundreds of elite soldiers have nothing to do with his 67th Army from now on.

When the lieutenant general thought that the regiment commanders and brigade commanders under his command would come to him sooner or later, his head hurt.

Fortunately, Tang Dao has a panacea for headaches.

"In addition to medicines, our unit also seized a number of military supplies such as rice, salt, and soybeans. If the command needs it, our unit is willing to hand over 70%!" Tang Dao held his head high and answered calmly.

With Lieutenant General Wu's words, Tang Dao's long-suspenseful heart was completely put down.

Don't think that the two big guys just told him that the Sixing Battalion was transferred to the 43rd Army, which solved a big problem. It removed the 88th Division headquarters, which was hundreds of miles away. Moreover, the name of the independent battalion sounded quite deceptive, and the organization was more flexible than that of an ordinary infantry battalion, but he had to have people first!

How many people are there in the Sixing Battalion that belongs to his direct team? When they joined the 43rd Army, there were still nearly a hundred people. After fighting continuously for half a month, there are only about 70 people who can still be put into battle now.

An independent battalion of more than 70 people? Maybe it's more appropriate to call it an independent platoon! Even so, Lei Xiong was still complaining that he was a miserable lieutenant colonel deputy battalion commander, so where could he, a colonel platoon leader, go to reason?

Now, Lieutenant General Wu opened his mouth, and all the temporary security battalions were filled into the Sixing Battalion, which meant that from now on, he, Tang Dao, really had the foundation of an infantry battalion.

This is not that Tang Dao is greedy for power, but that in such an era, no matter how good he is, he can't decide the battlefield by himself.

He needs comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms who share the same ideals as him, who can stand shoulder to shoulder and do their best as little people to make efforts for this country and nation that is in dire straits.

Is the wheel of history really so stubborn? Whenever Tang Dao thinks of those heart-wrenching sorrows, he always wants to try.

If you don't try, how do you know if it works!

You may not succeed if you work hard, but you will never succeed if you don't work hard.

"What? 70%?" Lieutenant General Wu frowned.

If it weren't for Tan Tai Ming Yue, Comrade Wu might have pointed at Tang Dao and scolded him. I gave you hundreds of elite soldiers, and you are still playing tricks on me.

It's a very good 70%, how many can you have in total? It's for more than 20,000 people! Farewell dinner, right!

"80%, 80%, I just slipped my tongue!" Tang Dao lowered his eyebrows and gave Comrade Wu a face.

"90%! I will give you half of the 43rd Army Medical Team!" Lieutenant General Guo made the final decision. "That's it!"

"Well, okay!" Tang Dao looked resentful, as if he had suffered a great loss.

"Ah! You fool, you are just pretending to be happy, aren't you?" Even a calm Lieutenant General Guo almost spat on Tang Dao's forehead. "Hurry up, how much is it?"

Tang Dao was of course very happy! With these professionals, the organization of his independent battalion is finally complete.

Who said that soldiers bleed but don't cry? That's because he must have never been shot. Not everyone is qualified to be Guan Erye, who can scrape bones while drinking wine.

Every time he thought of the wounded who were bandaged in an extremely rude way by those strong men and screamed in pain, and he might be one of them, Tang Dao's head hurt.

Now it's good. Give him half, at least there are two or three female nurses. Whether those "animals" will deliberately get shot may be a headache for Tang Dao in the future.

"There are about 800 kilograms of salt. As for rice, it has not been weighed specifically, but according to Zhuang Shisan's estimate, it will not be less than 80,000 kilograms! There is still some soybean fodder, but that stuff is mainly for horses." Tang Dao answered lightly.

The command center suddenly became quiet.

For a long time!

"You kid is from Xiangxi, right!" Tiehanhan's bearded uncle opened his mouth so wide that he could definitely swallow the entire can of beef in front of him.

After Tang Dao said this astonishing number, he was definitely more like a bandit than all the bandits Tiehanhan's bearded uncle had ever seen.

What is killing and robbing? This is it!

Get the Japanese, kill them all, rob them all! Then you don't have to eat potatoes every day.

This is the crazy shouting of Tiehanhan's heart at the moment.