Hearing this, Zhao Jun was instantly overjoyed. He did not care whether this was a temporary measure, as long as it did not weaken the combat power of the Second Army, it was fine. He immediately grinned and said, "This is a good idea. Don't we already have a military academy?
We might as well expand the scale and combine the armored and infantry academies to form the Yin Meng Military Academy. Oh, right, we will also expand the military and service branches in the future. We must have ground and air defense and air force. With the Yellow River by our side, we must also have a navy. Artillery, communications, radar, missile, staff officers, logistics, maintenance, and so on can all be established to train our own talents... "
Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Zhou Jie sucked in a breath of cold air. This way, this military academy would be re-divided into a large military organization. If it was according to Zhao Jun's plan, any department would have hundreds or thousands of people. Most likely, including the teachers and support staff, there would be more than 10,000 people. This was equivalent to expanding the military in disguise. After all, when this military department provided talents for the military, it would only consume resources and would not produce anything. It was very beneficial to the military, but it would also drag down the planning and development of the administration.
After all, even if they did not have Zhang Xiaoqiang here, they would still be able to formulate effective and complete battle plans. Relying on the abundant resources in the rear, they would constantly be able to achieve new results. "This way, we can put all the low-ranking officers in for short-term training. There will be a rotation every three months, and each time, one-quarter of the officers will receive advanced training. As long as they are still in the military, they will have to carry it out.
In fact, in his heart, he also understood that the competition between Yin Meng and Hubei, to put it bluntly, was a competition between the military. They had always suppressed Hubei because there were a large number of professional soldiers in the Yin Meng army. Their military accomplishments were not something Hubei could compare to. Compared to Hubei, which only had less than 10% of former soldiers, the Yin Meng army, which had various branches of service, was led by at least 20% of professional soldiers. They were far behind the other side in every aspect. What they were most proud of was the strategy department established by Zhang Xiaoqiang. The command center, which had Shi Yuanyo's staff officers, was far more efficient than Huang Quan's military department, which had to manage everything. Therefore, even without Zhang Xiaoqiang here, they could still formulate effective and complete battle plans, relying on abundant resources in the rear to continuously achieve new results.
"Actually … actually, I have an idea to increase the military's combat effectiveness in a short period of time. It just depends on whether you can convince Yuan Heping …"
Looking at the excited Zhao Jun, Zhou Jie was also infected by his emotions. He took out a folder with bright red handwriting from the cabinet behind him and placed it on the table. Zhao Jun immediately saw the title on the cover, "Second Division's Annual Material Supply Estimate Plan". Seeing this document, Zhao Jun was obviously disdainful. The Second Division was reorganized from the Northern Army, maintaining their independence and autonomy. Therefore, in terms of material supply, they were far inferior to the First Division, and even the reorganized Third Division of the Blood Wolf Brigade and the reorganized Fourth Division of the Garrison Army. The weapons and ammunition found in the armory last time did not belong to the Second Division, and even the ammunition supplies had to be exchanged with empty bullet casings. It could be said that the Second Division was the division with the largest number of people in the Yin Meng army, but their combat effectiveness could not compare to any of the combat brigades of the First Division. Their material supply was even inferior to the Fourth Division of the Garrison Army. Zhao Jun did not care about them at all, nor did he expect them to be of any use on the battlefield.
"Old Zhou, it's not like you don't know that they maintained their independence because Zhang Xiaoqiang opened his mouth, so we can't have any ideas. Besides, our First Division only needs to send out a combat brigade to deal with these 30,000 people. Rather than counting on them, I might as well count on the Munitions Factory to produce more bullets and the Aircraft Research Institute to produce electric drive unmanned aerial vehicles as soon as possible..."
As long as the zombies don't retreat, they will never have room to develop. Nearly a million survivors now eat our food and do our work, so we don't have to worry about them growing stronger. They don't have their own logistical system, so at most, they can pick up some leftovers. However, it's a waste to leave those professional soldiers in their hands, such as the armored soldiers, artillery soldiers, radar maintenance soldiers, and so on. I heard that they also have the remnants of the North Sea Fleet. These people are all talents. Letting them enter our system is far better than giving them a rifle and a few bullets to kill zombies … "Zhou Jie saw Zhao Jun's disapproving look and knew that he had misunderstood. He smiled slightly and leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked at the blue sky outside the window and said," The second division is guarding the Yin Mountain Range. As long as the zombies don't retreat, they will never have room to develop.
Zhao Jun was stunned. He really didn't think of this. The Second Division was too closed off. Other than Yuan Heping, who still had a certain amount of goodwill towards them, Zhao Zhigang and He Zilong were prejudiced against them. It was too difficult to poach them. Even if they really wanted to bring their idle talents over, they were afraid that they would mix in and fall out with them one day.
"I know what you're worried about. It's not a big deal. Nowadays, they lack everything except food. Most of the soldiers' uniforms are even worse than beggars', and I heard that their weapons are so rusty that they don't even have enough oil to polish their guns. Also, their families are starting to make a fuss. They don't want to live in a big city, but they're stationed on a barren mountain with no electric lights, running water, or flushing toilets. Nine out of ten women can't take it.
Hearing Zhou Jie's words, Zhao Jun picked up the supply estimate plan and opened it, but he didn't expect that there was only one piece of paper in this seemingly thick folder. The supplies for 30,000 people could be seen at a glance on this piece of paper. Most of the supplies were food, dried vegetables, and a small number of canned meat, salt, and other seasonings. In addition, there were 30,000 pairs of military shoes, 300,000 pairs of socks, needles and thread for sewing clothes, and a small number of medicines and oil. The ammunition was even more scarce. The number of heavy machine gun bullets was even more pitiful, and there was almost no ammunition for powerful heavy weapons. On the contrary, the supply of sabers, shields, and crossbows was countless. The number of arrows alone reached 2.3 million. There were no parts for guns or other automatic weapons, but there were a large number of spare parts for crossbows. It could be seen that Zhou Jie was preparing to turn the Second Division into a cold weapon army.
And the most vicious thing was that except for the supplies related to combat bellies, there was almost nothing else. There was not even a single luxury such as cigarettes and alcohol. The only thing that seemed to be related to life was a large number of soap, towels, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and other items. Obviously, Zhou Jie did not want to see the soldiers of the Third Division not even having a human appearance. At least he wanted them to keep themselves clean.
"That's it?
That's all they have for the whole year? "
Zhao Jun put down the list in his hand guiltily and asked Zhou Jie in disbelief. Zhou Jie nodded heavily and said indifferently,
"Anyway, they think that independence is the most important and freedom is above everything else. They are unwilling to obey and want to live a good life. How can there be such a cheap thing? Chairman Mao said it well, self-reliance..."
Zhao Jun looked at Zhou Jie speechlessly. After a while, he patted him on the shoulder with great relief and said,
"I'll leave everything to you. We are not good at bargaining, but Yuan Heping is indeed a good person. We can be a little more lenient in terms of supplies. At least you gave them socks. No matter what, you have to give them a few pairs of underwear. Otherwise, who can stand the smell?" Zhao Jun walked out of the office building refreshed.
He suddenly felt that the world was vast and everything was so beautiful. He never thought that Zhou Jie would be so insidious. From the beginning, he had been scheming against the Second Division. According to Zhou Jie's plan, the Second Division would never open its mouth. Otherwise, once it was loosened, after tasting all kinds of benefits, it would gradually open its mouth and finally fall under their sugar-coated bullets. At that time, the 30,000 soldiers of the Third Division would be completely integrated into the Second Army of Yin Meng Renaissance, and the army he commanded could be regarded as an army of 100,000. He was only 26 years old this year, and it was the most energetic time of his life. A strong ambition filled his heart. He, Zhao Jun, could command an army of 100,000 to attack a city today. In the future, he might be able to follow Zhang Xiaoqiang to conquer the whole world...
When he was extremely fantasizing, a bright yellow Ferrari sports car suddenly rushed over from the wide road in the distance. This sports car was quite arrogant. It ignored the pedestrians on the road and rushed to the office building of the Administrative Yuan without slowing down. The Administrative Yuan was the district government office building of Yinchuan City. Most of the pedestrians here were small leaders and clerks of the administrative system. However, this sports car roaring like a beast was actually behaving atrociously in the administrative center of the entire Yin Meng region. Zhao Jun was so angry that his short hair stood up like a hedgehog. He pulled out his pistol and aimed at the Ferrari that rushed to him without slowing down.