Seeing is believing. Words are pointless.
Deputy Division Commander Tao only trusts his own eyes, while considering that building a reserve force is indeed challenging. Even though their two battalions have less than three hundred people, it's already commendable if they can be deployed in the afternoon.
Moreover, these two battalions actually have a camp. Having a camp means cohesion, and the reserve soldiers will have a sense of belonging. This alone puts them ahead of other reserve battalions!
All in all, achieving this at the grassroots level is not easy, so expectations should not be too high, lest it dampens grassroots enthusiasm.
Deputy Division Commander Tao smiled ambiguously, walked to the entrance of the Martyr's Cemetery, and couldn't help but turn back to ask, "Mayor Qin, Old Xia, is it appropriate for a non-retired military person to serve as a military chief? Besides, Han Yu looks very young."
