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Over the next few days.

Lijia Yu is busier than usual.

The reorganization order has been delivered to every company, and each battalion has begun adjusting personnel and organization according to plan.

Zhao Wenlong's battalion was the first to take action; he was decisive and efficient.

That very evening, Deng Chen assigned dozens of veterans from the First Battalion to various companies.

The next morning, they began to familiarize themselves with the training rhythm of the new Second Regiment.

Although Tian Chengjun's second battalion was not as fast as Zhao Wenlong's, it was more meticulous.

He personally spoke with each veteran assigned to the Second Battalion to understand their background and abilities before assigning them to appropriate positions.

Sun Shengli held a company-wide meeting right there in the threshing ground.

He patted his chest and guaranteed that the Third Battalion was definitely the most capable battalion in the New Second Regiment.

Deng Chen wasn't idle either.

The soldiers he transferred from the first, second, and third battalions arrived one after another.

Deng Chen personally oversaw the training, getting up before dawn every day to lead the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion in a five-kilometer armed cross-country run.

In the morning, we practiced formations and tactical maneuvers; in the afternoon, we practiced shooting and bayonet fighting.

They also organize political study sessions every night, never letting up for a moment.

Ma Yong has been extremely busy these past few days.

He was responsible for coordinating personnel handover and material allocation between the various battalions.

The row of houses on the east side of the regimental headquarters has been completely vacated for the artillery company.

He then found several empty courtyards at the west end of the village and arranged for the newly formed fourth battalion soldiers to live in.

From morning till night, he travels back and forth in every corner of the village, his face covered in sweat, but full of energy.

Tian Guoqiang was also busy during those days.

Although his artillery company has not yet been formally incorporated into the organization, he has already figured out the new Second Regiment.

Three days later, the reorganization was initially completed.

Zhao Wenlong's battalion was reduced to just over 500 men, nearly 200 fewer than before.

After a few days of adjustment, the veterans who had been assigned from Deng Chen's unit had basically adapted to the training rhythm and combat style of the new Second Regiment.

Although there is still some unfamiliarity between them and the veterans.

But at least they can coordinate with each other on the training field.

Tian Chengjun's second battalion was also reduced to just over five hundred men.

His approach was more cautious than Zhao Wenlong's.

There was no rush to have the newly arrived veterans participate in high-intensity training.

Instead, they were given a two-day adaptation period to familiarize themselves with the operation of the new equipment and tactical concepts before the training intensity was gradually increased.

Although this approach is slower to get started, it lays a solid foundation.

Sun Shengli's third battalion was also reduced to five hundred men.

On his first day, he threw the new veterans into the battalion's tactical combat training, allowing them to quickly get used to each other in real combat simulations.

Although there were quite a few coordination problems in the first few days, the speed of progress was also visible to the naked eye.

Although Deng Chen's Fourth Battalion had the weakest foundation, it still numbered five hundred men.

The soldiers drawn from various battalions were all veterans with rich experience.

Deng Chen himself spends every day on the training field, sweating alongside the soldiers. The soldiers of the Fourth Battalion have come to wholeheartedly accept him as their battalion commander.

Tian Guoqiang's progress is also not slow.

He began to set up the core framework of the artillery battalion.

More than 300 soldiers suitable for artillery duty were selected from four infantry battalions.

Most of these people had technical backgrounds such as blacksmithing, carpentry, and stonemasonry before enlisting.

Or they are simply young people who are good with numbers and quick to react.

Tian Guoqiang personally conducted a preliminary assessment of these people.

From simple arithmetic tests to a basic understanding of mechanical principles, they thoroughly investigated the backgrounds of more than 300 people.

He organized these men into three artillery companies.

With over a hundred men in each company, plus the original hundred-plus men in the artillery company directly under the brigade headquarters, the total strength of the artillery battalion is approaching five hundred.

That morning.

Zhou Tianyang sat at the stone table in the regimental headquarters, his gaze falling on the soldiers who were training in formation outside the courtyard.

He stared for a long time before looking away.

Wang Xiuying sat opposite him, with a notebook in front of her, filled with dense writing.

She is currently compiling the feedback from the various battalions over the past few days.

Everything, from training progress to mental state, was recorded in detail.

"Big sister, what do you think of the reorganization situation these past few days?"

Zhou Tianyang's gaze fell on Wang Xiuying's face, his tone serious.

Wang Xiuying put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

Overall, things went more smoothly than expected.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a certain confidence that came from careful consideration.

"The execution of each battalion was good, and there were no major problems with the personnel handover."

"Zhao Wenlong's side moved the fastest. Although they were a little impatient, the First Battalion had a solid foundation, and the veterans adapted quickly."

"Although Tian Chengjun's team is a bit slower, they are more reliable and have a solid grasp of the basics."

"Sun Shengli's Third Battalion made a lot of noise, and it was a bit chaotic at first, but it has gradually been sorted out in the past few days."

She paused, as if remembering something, and added another sentence.

"Deng Chen is indeed a capable person."

"His approach to leading troops is different from Zhao Wenlong's, but it's just as effective, and his men respect him."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his gaze falling on the soldiers training outside the courtyard.

He remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Deng Chen came from a regular army background, and his approach to leading troops was different from that of our old Red Army soldiers, but in essence, they were the same."

"Everyone emphasizes leading by example."

"He himself spends every day on the training ground, so the soldiers naturally feel embarrassed to slack off."

"you're right."

Wang Xiuying followed his gaze and glanced at the threshing ground outside the courtyard before looking away.

Let's get back to the artillery battalion.

"What about Tian Guoqiang?"

"He selected quite a few men from various battalions. What do you think of his side?"

Zhou Tianyang's lips curved slightly.

"Battalion Commander Tian is a man of action."

"We've selected several hundred promising artillerymen from various battalions, and we're currently teaching them hand-in-hand these past few days."

He paused for a moment, his tone tinged with satisfaction.

"The artillery battalion has now been officially established."

Wang Xiu's tone was a few decibels lower than before.

"Tianyang, when you told me that you wanted to expand the Second Regiment into five battalions, although I said I supported you, I was actually worried."

"They've taken too big a step."

"Too many people to manage, not enough cadres, these problems are likely to arise."

Her gaze returned to Zhou Tianyang's face.

"But after observing you for the past few days, I've realized you have a plan in mind."

"Deng Chen's soldiers were scattered and assigned to various battalions, and then soldiers were drawn from them to form the Fourth Battalion."

"Tian Guoqiang's artillery battalion was formed by selecting personnel from various battalions."

Zhou Tianyang shook his head, his tone sincere.

"The reorganization went so smoothly not because of my efforts alone."

"Those people all have strengths. I put them in suitable positions and let them perform on their own."

"This is much better than me keeping an eye on it alone."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiuying's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Tianyang, you're talking like you've been a veteran regimental commander for many years."

"Being able to see your cadres so clearly and know who to put in what position is a skill that not everyone has."

Zhou Tianyang did not respond.

The courtyard was quiet for a while.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze returned to Wang Xiuying, his tone becoming more serious than before.

"Big sister, although the reorganization is complete, there is still a lot of work to be done."

"The combat effectiveness of the Fourth Battalion still needs time to be honed, and the coordination between the battalions also needs to be tested through live-fire exercises."

"Eat your food one bite at a time, and fight your battles one fight at a time."

Wang Xiuying's tone carried a composure that only someone with experience could possess.

"The fact that you can think of these things means you've already planned out the rhythm after the reorganization."

"As long as we take each step steadily from here on out, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Zhou Tianyang nodded and called out into the courtyard.

"Correspondent!"

"arrive!"

A soldier ran in from the gate and stood at attention.

"Go tell all the battalion commanders that we will hold a training debriefing meeting tomorrow afternoon to summarize the reorganization and training progress over the past few days."

"yes!"

The messenger turned and ran, his footsteps quickly fading into the distance in the courtyard.