"salute!"

Suddenly, guards shouted loudly from outside the team, and a jeep drove through the gate of the resettlement camp.

Long Wenwen, who was sitting in the back row with his legs crossed, was holding the back of his head and squinting at the people around him. He saw that he wore his military cap crookedly and his collar was wide open. His carefree look was really a bit embarrassing, if it weren't for the gold-faced star on his collar.

The rank of major general indicates his identity. I thought this guy was a second-rate soldier.

Long Wenwen sat up, looked around, and blurted out: "What's going on? Is there a moment of silence here? Where's the lost dragon? Lost dragon! Tell me what's going on."

"I'm coming…"

Mi Long hurriedly ran back, raised his hands to salute in a decent manner, and shouted loudly: "Reporter, at present... we have recruited fifty-nine recruits, and there are too few main volunteers."

Grandma, you've been busy for a long time with more than fifty people, how dare you say that?

Long Wenwen stood in the car and frowned. The scene was deserted. People in the resettlement camp were squatting aside with indifferent expressions, as if nothing could arouse their interest. It seemed that the imagined situation was far from the reality.

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Looking at Milong's side, there is a table and a bench, and a high platform is set up next to it. There is a wooden board with an announcement on it. The content is nothing more than recruiting words. It is deserted and has no new ideas. This can recruit talents.

Weird.

Long Wenwen got out of the car and walked up to the high platform. He kicked the wooden board away and glanced around with sharp eyes. The veterans and civilians below looked at him curiously, wondering what the high official would do next.

Looking at the expressionless faces in the audience, Long Wenwen felt mixed emotions. Now they looked like zombies who were neither human nor ghosts. Most of them were naked and only wearing pants, with sunken cheeks and skinny chests.

Looks very pitiful.

"Everyone listened to the order and separated the soldiers and civilians in the resettlement camp. Starting today, the veterans who were originally affiliated with the expeditionary force can have three meals a day, as well as meat, clean clothes, and doctors will check their bodies and provide medical advice.

What are you doing with me? Hehe...if you want it, move faster!"

The originally deserted crowd suddenly began to whisper. It seemed that the officer was going to force soldiers. Many veterans shrank their necks and hid in the crowd. No one wanted to be caught again, but they heard that they could eat three meals a day.

Suddenly there were new clothes to wear, and the group suddenly became uneasy again.

"Don't mess around, come one by one! Did I hear you?"

"Come to me and line up! Report your original unit number, one by one!"

"If you're not an expeditionary force, don't join in the fun. Are you a soldier? Just join in? Get out!"

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As expected, human nature still seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. Although Liao Mingyu allocated part of the military rations to the resettlement camp to relieve these people, the quantity was limited after all. It was good to guarantee two small meals a day, and at most it would not starve to death.

Now that I heard that reporting my unit number can lead to different treatment, who would hide their identity as a soldier? The weakness of human nature is immediately exposed, and I want to sharpen my head and squeeze in.

Long Wenwen was very satisfied with this, and even winked at Mi Long proudly, as if to say... you see, you have to use your brain to get things done.

There are many people in the crowd who want to fish in troubled waters. They are actually ordinary people in Myanmar who want to sneak in and enjoy better treatment.

It is also very simple to distinguish them. The first is their clothing. Although they are all so hungry that they are just skin and bones, most of the soldiers can still see the tattered military uniforms and trousers. The second is their language. You must be able to

Telling your original unit number is not something you can just get in if you want to.

The registration point instantly became overcrowded. Only the efforts of the soldiers from the third regiment prevented greater chaos. In half a day, more than 12,000 veterans of the expeditionary force were screened out.

Long Wenwen also fulfilled his promise. He hired people to set up several large pots in the resettlement camp, and was very busy chopping vegetables, stewing meat, and cutting dough balls. After a while, the charming aroma of meat wafted in the air.

In the camp, the greedy bastards were drooling.

Each veteran was given a large bowl of luncheon meat stewed with cabbage soup and two white-flour steamed buns. The canned luncheon meat that the soldiers vomited was a delicacy they had never tasted in their mouths. They wolfed it down as if they wanted to leave their plates.

Swallow it.

Then the soldiers brought clean expeditionary force uniforms, as well as water bottles, ammunition belts, helmets and other daily necessities. After they all changed their clothes, their appearance instantly became energetic. Although their bodies were still a little thin, their energy and spirit had taken on a new look.

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Long Wenwen touched his chin and thought to himself, despite the large number of more than 10,000 veterans, not all of them are qualified to rejoin the army. There are also some who are injured or disabled. A large number of them will be eliminated by the physical examination.

At this time, his eyes turned to other people in the resettlement camp. Those ordinary people were envious, but due to their status, they had no choice but to open their mouths and watch eagerly as their former companions enjoyed their happiness.

"Hey, do you also want to eat meat?"

Long Wenwen showed a sly smile again. This was the reaction he wanted, otherwise how would the army develop?

"You can have the same treatment as them if you want. Have you seen those people in white coats? If you go there, someone will check your body. As long as you pass the test, you can be like them. Do you hear everything clearly!?"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused a sensation like a depth charge. Who doesn't want better treatment, even if they know that there is a price to pay, but as long as they can get out of the current predicament, it doesn't matter.

Except for some local aborigines who have no other choice due to language barriers, many overseas Chinese who can speak Chinese are rushing to join the army.

There must be many unqualified people among them, but there are always some who are suitable for generals. After all, there are nearly 100,000 people in the three resettlement camps. It should not be a problem to screen out 20,000 to 30,000 people to join the army.

You must know that these people all survived the two years of inhumane torture by the Japanese army. Basically all the women, children, old and weak have died long ago, and the rest are young and middle-aged people with good physical fitness. They can recover their physical fitness after a while.

In order to recruit people, Long Wenwen worked hard, and he did not hesitate to use the armaments and supplies of his third division to meet the demand, just to have enough soldiers to replenish the troops.

Now the country has nothing to rely on, and Western Yunnan is still suppressing them intentionally or unintentionally. It is impossible to give them even half a soldier, and they have to rely on themselves for everything.

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Liao Mingyu, who is far away at the Lashio headquarters, still doesn't know all this yet, because there are more important things waiting for him to do now.
Chapter completed!