Chief Hu left, and before leaving, he agreed to Li Feng's request, but at the same time he also took away a military order.

Song Yi still couldn't believe that there was another battalion equipment for no reason, but at the same time he was a little worried because they would face more Japanese soldiers next time and more cruel.

The fat man had a piece of paper in his pocket. It was the commendation order sent by these people before, and some silver notes could be cashed directly in major banks.

Money is a good thing, everyone wants it. Although it is only 2,000 yuan, it is also a huge sum of money.

"The government is really stingy. It only costs 2,000 yuan and gives 10,000 French currency. If it is their direct descendants, it is less than 10,000 yuan. The most important thing is that someone can be promoted."

In fact, it was unexpected that the fat man received this financial reward. After all, the chairman did not want to fund the Eighth Route Army with one shot and one shot. It was a luxury to give money, but this time he really gave it.

But I don’t give much. Ten thousand fiat currency sounds like a lot, but since the outbreak of the War of Resistance Against Japan, the fiat currency has depreciated greatly, and I don’t know how much purchasing power it has.

"Captain, it's good to have some money, it's better than nothing, right!"

Uncle Song is a very easy person to satisfy. As long as there is money inflow, he feels very happy. If he is not in charge, he doesn’t know that food, rice, oil and salt are expensive, let alone encounter a captain like Li Feng who spends money.

The oceans are full of flowers piece by piece. This fat man is so powerful. With a thousand flowers, he is even more awesome than his teacher.

He was about to reach out to pick up the silver notes from Li Feng, but unexpectedly, the fat man turned around and kicked him into his pocket.

"Uh... Captain, shouldn't this money be handed over to the public? You..."

Uncle Song really doesn't want to manage the money, but if he doesn't care, no one in the army can do it, so he can only accept this bad job.

When the little fat man saw that Uncle Song was anxious, he beat him and laughed.

"Oh, Uncle Song, have you forgotten? The new second group is coming recently, so we treat it as a gift we gave them.

You don’t know how poor the New Second Group is. If you don’t give them some money, I’m sure they can’t survive this winter.”

2,000 yuan of ocean is definitely a huge sum of money, especially for a poor army like the New Second Regiment, buying grain and quilts is enough. As for the others, there is no need to think about it.

When Song Yi heard that the money was all used, he had no intention of continuing to pursue it. You should know that although Li Feng was the captain, he was the instructor. In some aspects, the power of the instructor far exceeded that of the captain.

After all, the way our party leads the army is to command the guns.

...

The people from the New Second Regiment had all arrived in two weeks. There were more than 500 people in the group, wearing tattered clothes, and many of them were holding big swords and spears. They rushed to the base one after another.

The garrison that Li Feng found for the New Second Regiment was Xiaowangzhuang in the southeast. There were not many Japanese soldiers in this place because they were not at the forefront. However, there were quite a lot of puppet troops, so they could develop here first.

At the same time, they are also facing a crisis, because once the Central Army on the front retreats, a large number of Japanese soldiers will point their fingers at the Eighth Route Army.

The commander of the New Second Regiment is Wu. Old Wu is a real person. He used to be the deputy commander of the First Regiment. When the Old Red Army was in the old Red Army, he also worked as a division commander. Now he has been restored to his post. After all, everyone has been demoted to two levels.

After arriving here, Lao Wu did not put on airs. Although he was an old comrade, he was much more cautious than Li Feng. At first glance, he was a good person to lead troops.

"I said to Lao Wu, your station this time is not a good place. There was a shortage of food in that place before, and I have given you two thousand yuan of oceans.

Before leaving, I would like to give you a suggestion: Don’t buy the amount of money from ordinary people. You can find those landlords and wealthy people, but you must keep the price down a little.

After all, everyone has a gun in their hands. It is best not to touch their mouths if they can move their guns and cannons!"

Li Feng, a humble man!

Of course, Lao Wu is not a good person either. I heard that this guy had done the work of robbing soldiers and robbing grain during the Red Army, but he was obviously full of bad water.

Old Wu looked at the little fat man in front of him, and then smiled.

"Li Feng, Li Feng, you are first-class in making money. Why don't you come to my hands and I'll give you a battalion commander?"

"Go and go, you only have more than 100 people in a battalion. The key is that you have nothing to do. My team can develop at will, and the most important thing is that I am richer than you."

More money than you...more...more...more...

This sentence sounds heartbreaking. The fat man didn't know how to restrain himself, and he wanted the whole world to know that he was rich.

Old Wu's mouth squirmed a few times, but in the end he didn't say a word, but just pointed to the fat man in front of him helplessly.

"Captain Li, don't squeeze our team leader. We will be on the same boat in the future. We need to help each other at critical moments. You should discuss a good cooperation method with our team leader."

The political commissar of the New Second Regiment was said to have graduated from Peking University and didn’t know what I learned in school. Anyway, I looked like an old man and didn’t look like a student at all. Last time I heard from Shen Yi that the political commissar of the New Second Regiment and the leader of the New First Regiment were drunk, and then the leader and political commissar of the New First Regiment were both admitted to the hospital. I heard that it was because of excessive drinking and gastric bleeding.

The most important thing is not this, but the political commissar in front of him carried the person to the hospital. The leader and political commissar of the New First Regiment still dare not see anyone.

The two old guys were both defeated by a newly graduated newcomer. They were so embarrassing.

Although Li Feng really wanted to ask him about the secret to drinking, he was afraid that others would know that he had hidden a lot of good wine, so he would talk about it another day.

"Old Wu, don't say I won't help you. There are some over there, but if I support you, I have suffered a lot of rolling eyes for this.

You also saw it when you were in the division headquarters last time. The jealous person wanted to rush up and eat me, so you must use this batch of ammunition to gain a foothold first."

Ammunition is a good thing. Although the grenades and mines were all made by their arsenal, they should try whether they are suitable or not. Anyway, Li Feng felt that it was OK when he tried it out.

"Li Feng, do you know what your kid like the most?"

"I'm handsome!"

"Uh... you guy is so thick-skinned!"

Commander Wu's mouth squirmed for a long time before he said this. Finally, the political commissar standing up and said with a smile.

"Old Wu wants to say that you are generous and willing to unite with your comrades, and you are a good brother..."

"Speak human words!"

The little fat man shouted, and finally the political commissar of the New Second Regiment immediately changed his face.

"Hehe, I just hope you can always do this in the future!"

"roll!"
Chapter completed!