For Commander Yang, Wang Biao, the commander of the 323rd Regiment, is not only a brave general, but also a lucky and brave general.
In several military exercises, Wang Biao's unique combat style and tough command became well-known in the Northeast Military Region.
Therefore, Commander Yang is also very fond of and enthusiastic about Wang Biao.
And every time Wang Dabiao came to the headquarters, he never considered himself an outsider.
I always come empty-handed and return with a full load.
Every time he came, Commander Yang would immediately have his treasured liquor hidden away.
This time there was no such thing, because it was almost the end of the year, and even if Wang Biao did not come to the headquarters, Commander Yang planned to have someone send him two bottles of Moutai.
"Commander, the commune where Captain Wang is stationed seems to be the Red Star Commune, right?
That place is close to the Changbai Mountains, maybe they will send you some game today!"
Ye Zhifei, a staff officer who had just reported to the headquarters, was also well aware of Wang Dabiao's name.
Commander Yang immediately waved his hand and said:
“Come on!
Every time Wang Dabiao comes to raid my headquarters, he would leave the tables and chairs in the headquarters for me, which is considered good enough!
What kind of gifts do you expect him to bring? Forget it! He is a typical stingy old man from the northwest."
"Commander Yang, I also grew up in the Northwest, so I am half Northwestern!
You are being a bit regionalist here.”
Ye Zhifei said jokingly.
"Haha! You're stingy too.
You've been serving as a staff officer at my headquarters for a month, but you haven't come up with anything useful!
Tell me, you don't sting?"
Commander Yang also made fun of him.
Ye Zhifei explained seriously: "It's not the right time yet!
I was sent to the Northeast Military Region to conduct research, with the intention of bringing only eyes and ears but not a mouth, and that I should listen more, watch more, and talk less.
"Haha! It turns out that the advisor you brought here is a mute one!
Then what use do I have for you? You still have to provide me with good food and drink every day.
If it weren't for the fact that your father is my old leader, I would have crushed you back to the northwest long ago!"
Although Commander Yang said this, looking at Ye Zhifei's tall and majestic appearance, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Time flies! Back when we crossed the Yangtze River, you were just a little kid this tall.
Your father and I were on the same boat at the time. You were afraid of seasickness and kept crying and didn't dare to get on.
Or I just held you under my armpit and brought you up there!"
"Yes! I was only five years old at the time, and I have no memory of anything else.
The only thing I remember is the sour smell from your armpits, Uncle Yang. It was really unpleasant.
I was seasick to begin with, and you made me completely pass out..."
Recalling the past, the glorious years.
When Ye Zhifei and Yang Ziqiu were having a great chat, Wang Biao barged in carelessly.
"Commander Yang... I, Wang Dabiao, am here again. Your Maotai is really delicious.
The last time I brought it back, it was gone in less than a day after a few regiment cadres took some of it.
You have to bring me a few more bottles this time..."
With his hearty laughter and heroic voice, Wang Biao is very recognizable among the regiment commanders of the entire Northeast Military Region.
When Commander Yang heard this, he immediately laughed and started to curse:
"A few more bottles of Moutai? I can't even bear to drink them myself.
These bottles that the superiors sent me were all taken by you bunch of bandits.
This is a New Year gift for your group, two bottles of Moutai, no more.
I have to send other groups too, right? I can’t just pamper you, Wang Dabiaozi.”
As he said that, Yang Ziqiu asked his staff officer Ye Zhifei to take out two bottles of Maotai Maotai from under the table.
"Here! Captain Wang.
I am the new staff officer of the headquarters. My name is Ye Zhifei.
I have heard many legends about Captain Wang a long time ago. Seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed a great general!"
Ye Zhifei introduced himself very humbly.
However, when Wang Biao heard his name, his expression changed immediately and he asked tentatively:
"Headquarters Staff Officer, Ye Zhifei? Is Marshal Ye yours?"
“It was my father.
However, my father is my father and I am me.
This time I came to the Northeast Military Region from the headquarters in Beijing, actually to conduct a survey and investigation.
It just so happens that you are here today, Captain Wang. I have actually been thinking of stationing at the 323rd Regiment for a while to observe the soldiers' training and mental state."
Ye Zhifei talked freely.
"That's great!
I, Wang Dabiao, am 100% willing and 100,000 welcome!"
Wang Biao nodded to him kindly, and immediately said to Commander Yang:
"Commander!
If in previous years, you had given me two bottles of Moutai, I, Wang Dabiao, would have definitely said nothing and would have thanked you profusely and been extremely grateful.
But this year, if you only have two bottles of Moutai, isn’t that a bit insufficient? "
Wang Biao first put away the two bottles of Moutai, and then said with a "desperate" look on his face.
Commander Yang was not annoyed, but asked curiously:
“What happened this year?
Is there anything special?
Did you, Wang Dabiao, give me bear paws or tiger bones?
When I was chatting with Xiaofei just now, Xiaofei also said that your 323rd Regiment is stationed in Hongxing Commune, nearby is the long Changbai Mountains.
There are so many birds and beasts, why don’t you give me some game or something?
You still have the nerve to come to me and ask for Moutai. If you keep saying that, you will have nothing next year and you can go back and eat shit. "
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