Chapter 951

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Every unit has promotion quotas.

The difference is: the quantity and the level are different.

The 9th Brigade definitely has them too, the key is who uses them, which is open to discussion.

It doesn't matter, it's not important, Lan Zhiguang just needs to let him go.

As for the matter of asking for a quota, just pretend Lin Feng never said it!

Drinking, eating, the topic turned to military reform.

Zheng Yanlong was melancholy: "Division to brigade, brigade to synthesis."

"The army is accelerating construction speed, but the Iron Dragon Brigade has remained in place."

"A purely mechanized infantry brigade has already fallen behind the pace of the era."

Lan Zhiguang took over: "Don't complain, isn't the 9th Brigade the same?"

That's right, the 9th Armored Brigade is also seeking transformation.

However, the 'volume' of the army is there.

Changing equipment to full configuration at once is tantamount to nonsense.

So synthetic development will take at least ten years.

Equipment manufacturing, reserves, talent training, replacement, etc., all take time.

Military reform, military reform, it's absolutely not something that can be finished by touching the upper lip with the lower lip.

It takes time, it takes funds that are unimaginably huge.

For example: the whole army changing one shirt per person is about 200 million.

Conversely: how many clothes and shoes does every person in the whole army need to change every year?

Not to mention the consumption of bullets, supplies, etc.

Can you imagine the cost of a tank brigade transforming into a synthetic armored brigade?

Talked too much, let's get back to the point.

At 7:30 PM, the family banquet ended.

Six bottles of special supply, not a drop left, and still wanting more.

They are all wine barrels, and Lin Feng couldn't bear to take out any more!

Since they all live upstairs and downstairs, there's no need to send them off.

The two started cleaning up, and the job of washing dishes automatically fell to Shen Lanni.

The remaining time, happily playing romance.

Perhaps because of drinking some wine, the fighting will was super strong...

Stars revolve, night goes and day comes.

The next morning at eight o'clock, date: September 8th.

When Lin Feng left home, Shen Lanni was still sleeping.

Clearly, she paid the price for her arrogance, or rather, her rampant behavior.

The education was profound, the understanding was clear, and begging for mercy was invalid!

Downstairs, Zhuang Yan had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Lin Feng get in the car, he turned his head and was surprised.

"Leader, you are in high spirits, what good things happened?"

There was indeed a good harvest, but can it be said?

The great general raises his sword and stands on his horse, but it is not enough to be told to outsiders!