Riverside Police.

Picketing is difficult and annoying.

Some low-quality pickets forget who they are because they have little power. They not only find trouble with officers, but even dare to beat them.

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

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

To set off after dawn, there are too many preparations to be done.The head of the regiment couldn't get away, and the political commissar and the chief of the military affairs department hurried over.

The political commissar asked about the situation and was about to intercede with the picket when Guan Zhenghao and Yang Zhenhai came back, and the Linghai Reserve Battalion who stole the military flag arranged for a car to send them back.

Guan Zhenghao saw that the political commissar and the battalion commander's instructor were alarmed at night, so he hurriedly reviewed and took all responsibility, emphasizing again and again that it had nothing to do with the instructor and others.

The military flag has been snatched away, so we must get it back!
If the military flag is robbed and they are indifferent, will the troops still have cohesion and combat effectiveness?

The pickets didn't hold Guan Zhenghao and Yang Zhenhai accountable, let alone political commissar Mu, but asked why the Linghai Reserve Battalion wanted to grab the military flag.

Guan Zhenghao breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly reported the ins and outs of the matter.

"The flood rushed into 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 to happen in the world, so he lit up a cigarette and took a few puffs, and said in a deep thought: "It seems that you only know about the history of Lian Lian, and you haven't studied the history of Lian Lian carefully, otherwise there wouldn't be such a big misunderstanding. It also alarmed the pickets of the three armed forces."

The battalion commander didn't know much about this, so he asked in a low voice: "Political commissar, is that reserve force really related to us? Their predecessors were the Red Sharp Knife Company like us?"

"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 transferred to other jobs and most soldiers were discharged from the army. The main responsible persons such as the head of the regiment and the political commissar did not transfer jobs, and neither did the command organizations at the regiment and battalion levels. 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 Sharp Knife Company?"

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

A good army is one that cherishes honor.

Political Commissar Mu could understand the feelings of his subordinates, flicked the ashes, and explained: "The honor inheritance of our army is the 'honorary title' instead of the designation number. That is to say, the designation number can be changed, but the honorary title will not change.

At that time, in order to adapt to the new battlefield environment, we had to disarm according to the requirements of our superiors. Due to the haste, we did not have time to sort out and classify the historical honor resources, let alone make overall arrangements for which unit to inherit and carry forward.

For this kind of situation, it is customary to 'honor goes with others', that is, some officers and soldiers of honor troops are left or diverted as 'seeds', which unit they stay in or which new unit they divert to, and which unit inherits them.

If it is only about the number of officers and soldiers, there are more old regimental leaders and old political commissars than ours.But in terms of inheritance, it is 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 bitter face: "But then there will be two red sharp knives in a row?"

How can I say this clearly...

Political Commissar Mu, who personally experienced the large-scale disarmament, sighed softly: "It was really not easy to withdraw the organization back then. It is normal for the superiors to not think of which unit will inherit the honorary title of the Red Sharp Knife Company."

The battalion commander couldn't help but said: "How could such a big event be unexpected!"

"Compared to the withdrawal of the disarmament, this is really not a big deal."

Commissar Mu stubbed 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 is working, and the old army is laid off!"

The old army commander is now the deputy commander of the Nanjing Military Region, and he is deeply admired by everyone in the army.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.

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 army commander. It is not too much to say that their predecessors are red sharp knives."

"Then what do we do?"

"You are still the Red Sharp Knife Company."

"But they also say they're the Red Knives Company!"

"People are right. This kind of thing is not clear at all. It is estimated that the superiors don't know how to deal with it. From another perspective, this is also a kind of spur for you, making you aware of the sense of crisis. You can only do it well and do a good job. Your achievements will prove that you are qualified to inherit the honorary title of the Red Sharp Knife Company, and it will also prove that you are the real Red Sharp Knife Company!"

……

It's a bit like the young master of a rich family in Hong Kong and Taiwan TV dramas. He is living a good life, and suddenly a half brother or younger brother comes to compete with you for the family property.

I always thought it was my own thing, but suddenly it is not, and I have to fight with others next.

Guan Zhenghao and other company officers and soldiers were not to mention depressed, and they didn't sleep well all night.

It was dawn, and the watchman blew the assembly whistle.

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

The big guy didn’t bother to eat breakfast. In fact, the surrounding area was a vast ocean. There was nothing but the muddy flood. Even if he wanted to eat, he didn’t have to eat. He had to dismantle the tent and pack his backpack to queue up to board the train as required by his superiors, and waited for the train Station should be able to eat.

"Platoon leader, check the camp and see if anything has fallen."

"Second platoon leader, count the number of people!"

Guan Zhenghao was so busy that a jeep and a truck drove over slowly.

It should be a car sent by the local military division. Guan Zhenghao glanced at it and was about to continue his work when two strange yet familiar figures jumped out of the Cherokee military car.

"Old squad leader, what are you doing here!"

"Come see you off."

Xu Mingyuan raised his hand to say hello to his instructor Yang Zhenhai, who didn't welcome him very much, and then patted Guan Zhenghao's arm with a smile: "You probably didn't have breakfast, I brought you some breakfast. Our people went out to search and rescue No, there are not enough manpower, quickly arrange a few soldiers to move."

Guan Zhenghao didn't expect that he and Ma Jintao came to deliver breakfast, and said with a wry smile, "How embarrassing this is."

Before Xu Mingyuan could open his mouth, Ma Jintao looked at him with a smile and said, "Commander Guan, why is it too urgent to be at odds with each other from the same roots! You don't treat us as elder brothers, and those of us who are elder brothers have to treat you as younger brothers."

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

"Since you regard us as the big brother, let's do it quickly!"

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

"Moving what?"

"Breakfast."

"What breakfast?"

"Steamed buns, stuffed with meat, I ate two on the way here. The skin is thin and the stuffing is big. It tastes good. There are also some tea eggs, which are also very fragrant. There will not be more than 150 people in your company. I will bring you some Here are 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 by the way, and a bottle of 24 bottles should be enough."

Guan Zhenghao was stunned, he couldn't believe that "cousin" was so kind.

Ma Jintao urged: "Hurry up, don't be a mother-in-law, they are about to go, you are not hungry, your subordinates are hungry."

Xu Mingyuan walked to the side of the truck, climbed up, stretched out his hand to touch it, turned his head and said with a smile: "Xiao Guan, the buns are still warm, hurry up and ask someone to move them, move them over and distribute them to the soldiers, or they will be cold!"

A tempting scent hit, Guan Zhenghao was actually a little hungry, and said with a look of embarrassment: "Thank you, old squad leader, I won't be polite to the old squad leader."

"I said it's a family, so what's the point of being polite?"

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

You snatch our military flag, we should eat some buns from you.

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

……

The soldiers had all been to the camp of the Linghai reserve camp last night. A few sharp-eyed people recognized the identities of Xu Mingyuan and Ma Jintao. They received the breakfast distributed by the chief secretary, sat in the carriage, ate delicious meat buns, and drank Mineral water, can't help talking about it.

"The instructor said that they were really a unit with us before, and they really came from the same root. It's not too much for us to call them cousins."

"Yeah, everyone is an old squad leader, so it's not a disadvantage to tell them that I'm a brother."

"What old squad leader, haven't you seen his military rank? They are all transferred cadres. Before the transfer, they were at least deputy battalion. The company commander's instructor is almost called the old squad leader. How can we be qualified to call him?"

"But they took our flag."

"The military flag can't be eaten as a meal. It's a big deal to go back and make another side."

"That's right, we haven't brought out the treasure of Zhenlian, and the real flag of honor is still in the honor room."

"What are you talking about?"

The squad leader couldn't take it any longer, and immediately straightened his face: "Isn't it just eating a few buns from others, just saying that they are good, and don't even need principles, can you be a little bit promising?"

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

"Two steamed buns, a tea egg and a bottle of mineral water just bought you off!"

"How could we be bribed, squad leader, didn't the instructor say that last night, in detail, they are not outsiders, they are really cousins ​​with us."

"Not outsiders, why don't you go with them?"

The squad leader snorted coldly and continued eating the buns.

Once you take a bite of the oil, the inside is full of meat, the skin is thin and the stuffing is big, it is really delicious, but it is a pity that it is a bit small.

In fact, people prepared four for each person in the first company. Unfortunately, the company commander and the instructor insisted on promoting their style, so they only asked the chief of staff to distribute two each, and gave the remaining steamed buns and tea eggs to the second company. The battalion department probably sent it too...