He was somewhat embarrassed.
As is customary, the designation of each unit was jointly determined by the Eighth Route Army Headquarters and the Second War Zone.
Moreover, and most importantly, their New 1st Regiment doesn't even have an official designation. How can a small militia unit like yours want an official designation?
Isn't that utter nonsense?
Seeing Chen Dahu's predicament, Li Chenggang sighed again: "Dahu, I know this is a bit difficult for you. How about this, you talk to Commander Liang first and see if he can put in a good word for us in the brigade!"
"At least we can give the militia brothers an explanation to Er Gou!"
"Alright, since you've put it this way, I can only give it my best!"
Chen Dahu hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Wait for my news."
With that, he picked up his hat and walked outside.
"Hey! Big Tiger, wait a minute!"
Li Chenggang quickly called out to him, "Don't rush, have you eaten yet?"
"I've eaten! I've eaten!"
Chen Dahu waved his hand without turning his head, "You can eat slowly by yourself!"
Watching the departing figure, Li Chenggang couldn't help but stroke his chin. "Captain, I've done a good job of what you asked me to do."
"Hehe, with you, Old Li, taking care of things, is there anything you can't handle?"
Beside him, Lin Feng peeked out from the command post with a bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and gave Li Chenggang a smiling look.
"Get lost!"
Li Chenggang glared at him irritably, "Why do I get the feeling that you're acting a bit smug?"
"Look at your expression right now, doesn't it make you want to punch me?!"
Lin Feng laughed heartily, "I love your jealous and envious look!"
"Pah!"
Li Chenggang gave him the middle finger and asked, "What are we having for dinner tonight?"
“Vegetable leaf and salt water soup, two small sweet potatoes.”
"......."
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