As Zhao Yi finished speaking, Yang Weiguo's expression tightened slightly: "You brat, I never said I wouldn't help you!"
"Don't always bring up Lao Xing Tongzhi!"
The Lao Xing Tongzhi Yang Weiguo mentioned was Zhao Yi's mother, an old revolutionary and a medic.
When Yang Weiguo was young, he was treated by Zhao Yi's mother many times; there was even one instance where he was shot and fell on the battlefield, and Zhao Yi's mother risked her life to drag him back.
With Zhao Yi coming to serve under him, Yang Weiguo truly hoped to take good care of Zhao Yi, the child of his old comrade and lifesaver.
Yang Weiguo clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the conference room: "Regarding the training base, the Hutoushan Base cannot be given to you, as the 139th Division also needs to train."
"How about this, I'll give you the Xiao Qingshan Training Base; it's quite large, and there aren't many troops stationed there for training."
At this point, Yang Weiguo couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
The Xiao Qingshan Base originally had many troops stationed there, but with the reform of the Million-Man Demobilization in 1985, the troop structures of the major Military Regions were visibly reduced.
Many training grounds were therefore in a semi-abandoned state.
Zhao Yi needed a training ground, and Yang Weiguo could directly approve it for him.
"Xiao Qingshan Base? That works too."
Zhao Yi's eyes moved as he recalled this base; the Xiao Qingshan Base was a training base in the northeast direction of the Military Region, and its area was indeed not small, definitely sufficient for Zhao Yi at this stage.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yi's smile widened.
His identity as a second-generation military officer, which was a source of inferiority to his original self, was a resource he could utilize.
For matters like establishing a Special Forces and applying for resources, it was a favor if Yang Weiguo helped him, and his duty if he didn't.
However, what Zhao Yi's current identity lacked least was favors.
Zhao Yi's parents were old revolutionary soldiers who dedicated their lives to the country, and they had countless comrades and friends in the Military Region.
If Zhao Yi broke laws and regulations, or committed crimes and wanted to escape punishment, these comrades of his parents would certainly uphold their principles and not help him.
But Zhao Yi was applying for various supplies to establish a Special Forces, which was serving the country, and he was upright, so the situation was completely different.
Now, Zhao Yi himself wasn't sure how many resources he could mobilize under the premise of establishing a Special Forces.
"Yang Bobo, next is the issue of personnel allocation."
Zhao Yi continued to plan.
"Personnel allocation? You want to transfer some 'Soldier Kings' from other units for training, right?"
Yang Weiguo looked at Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi smiled and nodded: "Yang Bobo, you have keen insight! If we can bring the 'Soldier Kings' from various Military Regions to train in the Special Forces, I can definitely show you results within a month!"
Yang Weiguo's words were part of what he had in mind.
The 'Soldier Kings' were the cream of the crop in each unit, and at this moment, the Southwest Military Region had undergone the baptism of the southern war, so the soldiers in the units had all seen blood and killed enemies.
The 'Soldier Kings' who emerged from such an army were like physical saints; their various qualities could absolutely meet the requirements of Special Forces.
What they lacked was advanced theoretical guidance and modern Special Forces combat experience.
However, Yang Weiguo, who was in front of Zhao Yi, shook his head directly: "For things like venues and materials, I can directly issue orders to the logistics department to allocate them to you, but not the 'Soldier Kings'."
"Things are inanimate; it doesn't matter how they are moved around, but military personnel are flesh and blood, and their feelings for their old units cannot be disregarded."
"If I, as the commander, forcefully transfer the 'Soldier Kings' from various units to you, even if the soldiers below don't say anything, it will greatly dampen their training enthusiasm."
The 'Soldier Kings' of each unit were painstakingly trained by their regimental and company commanders; directly transferring them away was no different from picking peaches.
Even if the various levels of units didn't say it aloud, they would certainly be dissatisfied: 'We painstakingly trained these soldiers, and you just take them away? Who will bother in the future then?'
If morale is scattered, the team will be difficult to lead.
"Yang Bobo, you just need to provide me with a list of the 'Soldier Kings' from the units; I will figure out how to persuade them to join myself."
Zhao Yi said.
Before becoming a Special Forces soldier, he was also a 'Soldier King' in the unit, and he knew the taboos of doing such things.
At that time, joining the Special Forces was also Zhao Yi's own choice, but in the future, becoming a member of the Special Forces would almost be the wish of every 'Soldier King' in the unit.
Currently, a Special Forces without even a prototype naturally did not have the same level of appeal as in the future, but Zhao Yi was not worried.
He believed in his ability, and he believed that it wouldn't be long before the Special Forces he, Zhao Yi, trained would become the most desired unit in the entire Southwest Military Region—no, in all Military Regions.
"However, besides the 'Soldier Kings', I still need your help with other personnel configurations."
"You see, the members of the Special Forces will need to eat, and to eat, there must be a mess hall; the ingredients for cooking need to be stored in warehouses, including main and auxiliary food warehouses, plus cold storage. In addition, there's the forward supply warehouse, rear supply warehouse, combat readiness warehouse... managing these requires warehousing and transportation personnel."
"After having the above personnel, we also need a quartermaster to manage logistics, a clerk responsible for materials, and various levels of Instructors to conduct political work..."
Zhao Yi counted on his fingers, then looked at Yang Weiguo: "Yang Bobo, I need to transfer personnel from the logistics departments of various units to form a complete administrative and logistics team."
Most of the positions Zhao Yi requested were auxiliary personnel in the army, and transferring some from various departments would not encounter too much resistance.
Moreover, these personnel were rigid requirements; taking the mess hall as an example, his trained Special Forces couldn't go without food, could they? They'd be starving after a day without eating.
Yang Weiguo would most likely not refuse him.
As Zhao Yi expected, a thoughtful look appeared in Yang Weiguo's eyes, then he looked at Zhao Yi: "You've thought about it quite comprehensively."
"I will notify the logistics department to transfer these people to you. Within three days at most, the logistics personnel you need will report to the Xiao Qingshan Base."
"Tell me, what else do you need? Get it all at once. Once you leave this door, it's official business, and if you need anything else, you'll have to apply to logistics yourself."
Yang Weiguo's tone was slightly impatient, but his gaze towards Zhao Yi showed a bit more appreciation.
Establishing a Special Forces was not as simple as just training soldiers.
The highest commander of a unit must consider all aspects, and even have the ability to fight for resources for the unit at critical moments, so that the unit can develop healthily.
And now, Zhao Yi had shown him this talent and potential.
"I also need to borrow a company, ah no, two platoons of personnel, to re-arrange some training facilities at the Xiao Qingshan Base."
Zhao Yi spoke after a moment of thought.
The training for Special Forces was different from regular units, so the training grounds also needed to be re-planned.
Of course, with the existing foundation of the Xiao Qingshan Training Base, this wouldn't be difficult.
"Alright, I'll give you a company of troops, for a month."
Yang Weiguo readily agreed; this was a minor matter.
Zhao Yi thought for a moment longer, confirming that he temporarily didn't need anything else, then a bright smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, Yang Bobo, what I need now is enough."
"Hmph, boy, don't be happy too soon; I expect to see your results in a month!"
Yang Weiguo said.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi's expression became serious, and he stood at attention and saluted Yang Weiguo: "Yes! I guarantee I won't disappoint the commander!"
