Riverside police

Picketing is difficult and annoying.

Some low-quality pickets had little power and forgot who they were. They not only made trouble for the officers but even dared to beat them.

Wang Xiaohong was worried that the company commander and instructor would suffer a loss, so he hurried to the battalion headquarters to report as soon as he returned to the temporary camp.

The battalion commander was startled and hurriedly called the regiment to report.

We have to set out after daybreak, and there are too many preparations to be done. The regiment leader couldn't move away, so the political commissar and the chief of the military affairs section hurried over.

The political commissar asked about the situation and was about to go to the picket to intercede. Guan Zhenghao and Yang Zhenhai came back, and the Linghai Reserve Battalion who had stolen the military flag arranged for them to be sent back by car.

When Guan Zhenghao saw that the political commissar and battalion commander and instructor had been disturbed at night, he quickly reviewed the situation and took all the responsibilities. He repeatedly emphasized that it had nothing to do with the instructor and others.

The military flag has been snatched away, I must get it back!

If the military flag is snatched and the troops remain indifferent, will the troops still have cohesion and combat effectiveness?

The pickets did not hold Guan Zhenghao and Yang Zhenhai accountable, and Political Commissar Mu Mu would not hold them accountable. Instead, they asked why the Linghai Reserve Battalion wanted to seize the military flag.

Guan Zhenghao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly reported the whole story.

"The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. It turned out to be a misunderstanding."

"Political Commissar, you mean..."

"What do you want to say?"

Political Commissar Mu didn't expect such a coincidence. He lit up his cigarette and took a few puffs, then muttered: "It seems that you only know how to study company history and have not studied regimental history properly, otherwise you wouldn't have such a big misunderstanding. It also alerted the three armed forces pickets.”

The battalion commander didn't know much about this and asked in a low voice: "Political Commissar, that reserve unit really has something to do with us? Their predecessor was also the Red Sharp Knife Company like ours?"

"People are not talking nonsense. When the division was reorganized, only a small number of young cadres were left in the division. Some cadres were arranged to transfer to other jobs and most of the soldiers were discharged. The regimental commander and political commissar and other main responsible persons were not transferred to other jobs, and the command structures at the regiment and battalion levels were not transferred. The whole organization was moved, and the organizational structure was restructured under the Jiangnan Provincial Military Region. It is said that the Jiangnan Provincial Military Region established a reserve division based on the original organization."

"What about the honorary title of the Red Knife Company?"

"Yes, political commissar, are we the Red Knife Company, or are they the Red Knife Company?"

An army that cherishes honor is a good army.

Political Commissar Mu could understand the mood of his subordinates. He flicked the ashes and explained: "The honor inheritance of our army is the 'honorary title' rather than the serial number. In other words, the serial number can be changed, but the honorary title cannot be changed.

In order to adapt to the new battlefield environment, we had to disarm at the request of our superiors. Due to the haste, we did not have time to sort out and classify the historical honor resources, let alone coordinate and arrange which unit would inherit and carry them forward.

In this case, the general rule is that "the honorary troops leave with others", that is, some officers and soldiers of the honorary troops are left as "seeds" or are diverted to which unit they stay in or are diverted to which new unit, and which unit inherits them.

If we just talk about the number of officers and soldiers, there are more old regimental commanders and old political commissars than we have. But in terms of inheritance and in terms of being more conducive to national defense construction, the honorary title should be inherited by us. After all, we are not only active troops, but also the main force. "

Guan Zhenghao asked with a grimace: "But wouldn't there be two red sharp knives connected in this way?"

How can such a thing be explained clearly...

Political Commissar Mu, who had personally experienced that major disarmament, sighed: "It was really not easy to disband the troops back then. It was normal for the superiors to not think of which unit would inherit the honorary title of the Red Sharp Knife Company."

The battalion commander couldn't help but said: "How could you not think of such a big thing!"

"Compared to disarmament and disarmament, this is really not a big deal."

Political Commissar Mu put out his cigarette butt and said with emotion: "Because what our army wanted to lay off was not a regiment, but a division. No one wanted to be laid off. The old army commander went against all opinions and personally did what he had done as a division commander. He worked in the old army and laid off his own old army!”

The old commander is now the deputy commander of the Nanjing Military Region and is highly respected by everyone in the military.

Everyone fell silent immediately, lowering their heads and not daring to say any more.

Political Commissar Mu looked at several subordinates and continued: "In terms of origin, the Linghai Reserve Battalion can be said to be the old army of the old commander. It is not too much to say that their predecessor was the Red Sharp Knife Company."

"Then what do we do?"

"You are still the Red Sharp Knife Company."

"But they also said they were the Red Sharp Saber Company!"

"I'm right, I can't explain this kind of thing at all. I guess the superiors don't know how to deal with it. From another perspective, this is also a spur to you, making you aware of the sense of crisis. You can only work hard and make a difference. Only by achieving the above results can you prove that you are qualified to inherit the honorary title of Red Sharp Sword Company, and can you also prove that you are the real Red Sharp Sword Company!"

…

This is a bit like the rich young master in a Hong Kong and Taiwan TV series. You are living a good life, but suddenly a half-brother or younger brother appears and comes to compete with you for the family property.

Things that I always thought were my own suddenly no longer belong to me, and I have to fight with others next.

Guan Zhenghao and other officers and soldiers in the company were so depressed that they didn't sleep well all night.

At dawn, the watchman blew the muster whistle.

When I walked out of the tent, I saw that the military vehicle sent by the superior to take all the officers and soldiers to the train station had arrived.

Everyone didn't bother to have breakfast. In fact, there was a vast ocean all around. There was nothing but turbid floods. Even if they wanted to eat, they couldn't eat. They could only quickly dismantle the tents, pack their backpacks, and queue up to board the train according to the instructions of their superiors. You should be able to eat at the station.

"Platoon leader, check the camp to see if anything is left behind."

"Second Platoon Commander, count the number of people!"

Guan Zhenghao was very busy when a jeep and a truck slowly drove over.

It should be a vehicle sent by the local military division. Guan Zhenghao took a look and was about to continue his work when two unfamiliar yet familiar figures jumped out of the Cherokee military vehicle.

"Old monitor, what are you doing here!"

"Come see you off."

Xu Mingyuan raised his hand and said hello to the instructor Yang Zhenhai from a distance, who was not very welcoming to him. He smiled and patted Guan Zhenghao's arm: "You probably haven't had breakfast. I brought you some breakfast. Our people went out for search and rescue. We don’t have enough manpower, so quickly arrange for a few soldiers to move it.”

Guan Zhenghao didn't expect that he and Ma Jintao were here to deliver breakfast, so he smiled bitterly and said, "How can this be so embarrassing?"

Before Xu Mingyuan could speak, Ma Jintao looked at him with a smile and said, "Captain Guan, we are from the same roots, why are you so impatient! If you don't treat us as brothers, we brothers must treat you as younger brothers."

"Captain Ma, what are you talking about? You are our old squad leader and our big brother."

"Since we are regarded as big brothers, let's do it quickly!"

"Hurry up and call a few soldiers to move it. In order to see you off, the comrades of our battalion logistics support team didn't sleep well all night."

"What to move?"

"Breakfast."

"What breakfast?"

"Steamed buns stuffed with meat. I ate two of them on the way here. They were thin in skin and big in stuffing, and they tasted good. There were also some tea eggs, which were also very fragrant. You can't be more than a hundred and fifty people in your company. I I brought you six hundred steamed buns and three hundred tea eggs, which should be enough."

Xu Mingyuan smiled and added: "Considering that eating like this is easy to choke, I brought you ten bottles of mineral water, twenty-four bottles per bottle, which should be enough."

Guan Zhenghao was stunned and couldn't believe that his "cousin" was so kind.

Ma Jintao urged: "Hurry up, don't worry, my mother-in-law is about to leave. If you are not hungry, your subordinates are."

Xu Mingyuan walked to the truck, climbed up and touched it, turned around and said with a smile: "Xiaoguan, the buns are still warm. Hurry and ask someone to move them. Move them over and distribute them to the soldiers quickly, otherwise they will get cold!"

A burst of tempting fragrance hit him, and Guan Zhenghao was also a little hungry. He said with an embarrassed look: "Thank you, old squad leader, I won't be polite to the old squad leader."

"We've already said we're a family, so what's the point of being polite?"

"Well, it's better to be respectful than to obey."

You grab our military flag, and we deserve to eat a few of your buns.

Guan Zhenghao didn't want the two old squad leaders to feel that he was not generous enough, so he immediately turned around and shouted: "Chief Secretary, bring a few people over to carry breakfast, call a few more people, and move quickly!"

…

The soldiers all went to the Linghai Reserve Camp last night. A few sharp-eyed people recognized the identities of Xu Mingyuan, Ma Jintao and others. They received the breakfast distributed by the chief of staff and sat in the carriage eating delicious meat buns and drinking. Mineral water, people couldn't help but talk about it.

"The instructor said that they used to be in the same unit as us, and they really come from the same roots. It's not too much to ask us to call them cousins."

"Yes, they are all old monitors, so I won't suffer any loss if I call them brother."

"What is the old squad leader? Haven't you seen his military rank? They are all demobilized cadres. Before demobilization, they were at least deputy battalion and company commander instructors. It is almost the same as calling them old squad leaders. How can we be qualified to call them."

"But they stole our flag."

"The military flag can't be used as food. At worst, we can go back and make another one."

"That's right. We didn't bring out the treasure of Zhenlian. The real flag of honor is still in the honor room."

"What did you say?"

The squad leader couldn't stand listening any more, and his face suddenly straightened: "You just ate a few buns from others, and just said they were good, without even giving up the principles. Can you make a difference?"

A soldier couldn't help but remind: "Not just steamed buns, but also tea eggs and mineral water."

"I bought you with two steamed buns, a tea egg and a bottle of mineral water!"

"How could we be bribed? Monitor, didn't the instructor say that last night? To put it into detail, they are not outsiders, they are really cousins ​​with us."

"You're not an outsider, why don't you go with them?"

The squad leader snorted coldly and continued eating steamed buns.

When you take a bite of the oil, you can see that it is full of meat, the skin is thin and the filling is large. It is really delicious, but it is a pity that it is a bit lacking.

In fact, they prepared four for each person in the first company. Unfortunately, the company commander and instructor insisted on carrying forward the style, so they only asked the chief of staff to give out two each, and gave the remaining steamed buns and tea eggs to the second company, the regiment headquarters and The battalion headquarters probably also sent them...