The defeated soldiers of the Yuanli Sichuan Army were still noisily whispering to each other.

"Why did these people call us here?"

"I said, do you think this leader is real or fake?"

"I don't think it's fake. Look at his follower, the gun in his hand is really beautiful."

"Li Erwa, don't tell me. Last time, a turtle boy came to pretend to be the battalion commander, and even called me to fight with him. In the end, they were tricked by Big Brain and the others after just a few words. That turtle boy later

He was beaten badly."

"That turtle grandson has a sly look, and he doesn't look like an official. Look at this officer. He is tall and tall. His clothes and shoes are also new. His style is just like that of our former regiment leader. No, I

I feel more like an official than our previous group leader."

Li Erwa retorted

"Your turtle can also read faces."

"Don't you think you are too young just because you look at other people's good looks?"

"Ha ha…"

Li Erwa's face turned red with anger: "Fuck your mother, I'll stun these idiots. Then they'll know the truth."

"Hey, don't say it, don't say it, they are back"

Almost everyone in Bu La Snake Butt and the others had 7.8 medium-grade rifles hanging on their bodies, and they also held boxes of bullets in their hands. Everyone watched them move back and forth several times, and they even had a machine gun and several submachine guns.

!

In addition to weapons and ammunition, there were even bundles of brand new military uniforms and helmets... After a while, the courtyard was neatly filled with all kinds of weapons and equipment.

The defeated soldiers fell into silence for an instant. They were stunned by this scene. What happened? The Sichuan Army was not dispersed. How could it still be so vast?

At this time, Liao Mingyu walked in without saying a word, and his sharp eyes swept over everyone one by one. Everyone couldn't help but be shocked by his powerful aura. They stared at each other like this for two minutes, and everyone felt guilty after seeing him.

They couldn't help but avoid his gaze.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Liao Mingyu, and I am the new commander of your Sichuan Army Corps!"

"I won't say any more nice words, I just want to ask you a question, are you still a fucking man!?"

...Everyone was silent

"answer me!"

"~Yes" weak voices came from everyone's mouths.

"That's a fart! You're as soft as a girl." Liao Mingyu yelled loudly: "I received the order from the summit. After 20 days, I will take you to MD to kill the little devils. You look like a bear, and you went up there.

Can you kill the little devil?!"

"Afraid of letting the little devil kill you?" Liao Mingyu sneered.

"The war has been going on for so many years, and you have been running for so many years. Do you think you will continue to run like a coward in the future? When I returned to my hometown, my neighbors poked me in the spine and said: Look, this is it.

Help these worthless cowards to flee from north to south, losing Northeast China, North China, Jiangnan, and losing half of the country along the way!"

After some soul torture, everyone lowered their heads in shame, including Meng Fan and a group of backbones.

Yes, they were running all the way. Regardless of whether they won the fight or not, as long as someone ran, they would run with them. One would sweep away ten, and ten would sweep away a hundred. Sometimes even two or three little devils could chase them.

A company of soldiers is being chased everywhere. This is really a tragedy for Chinese soldiers.

Milong looked sad and closed his eyes tightly. He could not forget that the Japs' turrets were still built on the ancestral graves in his hometown in the Northeast.

"If you don't serve as soldiers, do you want ordinary people to do it? If one day the war breaks out in your hometown and other friendly troops flee without firing a shot, what will happen to your family?"

"Are you going to let the little devil kill your brothers? Insult your parents? Defile your wives and daughters? And finally build a turret on your ancestral grave?!"

Mi Long clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He stared at Liao Mingyu angrily.

The defeated soldiers also had faces full of grief and anger. They also hated themselves for not fighting, and they also hated the country's poverty and weakness.

"Are you angry? That's good. At least you haven't lost all your remaining blood!"

Liao Mingyu randomly picked up a Zhongzheng rifle and loaded 5 rounds of bullets into it without aiming. With a "bump", the tile decoration on the roof shattered. Milong's hammock happened to be under the eaves, and those fell down.

The fragments hit the kid all over.

"The official rifle, 7.92 caliber, is much more powerful than the Japs' 38 rifles. The small eye goes in and the big eye comes out, and one shot can make a big hole. Only the Central Army has good guns, which are comparable to those old 79 rifles.

The rifle is much stronger."

Then Liao Mingyu picked up Thomson and shot again at the roof.

"嘘嘚嘚嘚嘚..." The tiles were beaten to pieces. Milong held his head in his hands and was showered with tiles again... The powerful firepower made everyone stunned.

"A Thompson submachine gun can beat a horse to pieces with just one shot!"

Then he mentioned the Czech style and pointed at the roof, "Thud, tug, tug..."

Mysterious Dragon is about to burst into tears. Don't play like this. I'm provoking you. Needless to say, the falling tiles almost buried him alive.

"You are all familiar with the Czech style. Don't you want it to be too much better than the little devil's tricks?"

"There are also these new military uniforms and new shoes. I can give you the best supplies! But I! I have a request. When I go over there, I will be a real man and don't disgrace this Chinese military uniform!"

Everyone listened carefully to Liao Mingyu's words. They were thoughtful and felt that their confused and empty hearts seemed to have found new hope at this moment.

"I, Liao Mingyu, can't do anything else but kill Japanese. I won't let you die like those officials. But as long as I'm at the front, you have to follow me. You recognize me as the leader.

, you are my brothers, Liao Mingyu, as long as I still have breath! After this battle, I will take you home!"

"Now, tell me, do you want to win the battle!?"

"think!"

"Do you want to go home!?"

"think!!"

“Are you fucking men?!?”

"Yes Yes Yes!!!"

The blood in the bones of the defeated soldiers boiled, and they shouted in unison. At this moment, their expressions were solemn. This is a moment they will remember for the rest of their lives. Their "souls" were called back by Liao Mingyu.

No one wants to be a deserter, but as long as there is a capable officer who can lead them to victory, they will not be like this. Originally they were all strong-blooded men, but repeated defeats extinguished their enthusiasm.

Meng Fanglia glanced at their young leader with a complicated expression.

I really admire him. With just a few words, he managed to make these defeated soldiers who had almost forgotten their own names make them scream. Maybe, only by following him can I rediscover the original intention that was left behind...

Liao Mingyu sat in front of the table and picked up a pen and paper: "Now start counting the troops and report your name and position! After the report is completed, you will receive a gun and clothes."

"I'm sorry, you guys come first."

"Hey, Li Sifu, Corporal of the Second Heavy Gun Company of the Sichuan Army Corps"

"Name, Deng Bao, from Hunan. He fought in Xiaodongyang, so he has to go to school. Hehe, seventh infantry company, first class soldier."

"Did you lose your gun?" Liao Mingyu asked curiously, seeing that Bu La was still carrying a rifle.

"Sir, the man is here and the gun is here," Bu La saluted with a gun again and said with a smile.

The gun was originally pawned by him, but in order to get it back, he resorted to rogue behavior and broke his own nose, forcing the pawnshop owner to return it to him.

"My name is Ma Daji (Zhi). I participated in the Battle of Xuzhou and was a corporal of the third company of the 9th Regiment of the Guangdong Army."

"My name is Gu Xiaomai. I am 17 years old. I have fought in the war and never went to school. I am a first-class private in the new 51st Division's heavy transport battalion." Doubian was so honest that he scratched his head and said, "Captain, I also served as the deputy of the heavy machine gun company."

Shooter"

"Okay, I remember it, next one." Liao Mingyu waved his hand, indicating to the next person to continue.

Ayi, whose military uniform was still clean and complete, strode forward with his head held high, and deliberately puffed out his chest. The two medals hanging on his chest clinked together, and he gave Liao Mingyu a military salute very solemnly.

"Lin Yi, from Shanghai, major staff officer at the headquarters of the 5th Infantry Regiment, uh, hasn't fought in a war yet."

With the military rank of a major, he said that he had never been on the battlefield. Liao Mingyu was also speechless for a while.

This guy is a typical leader who talks on paper and gives random orders. He also has a timid and cowardly character. He gets flustered and nervous when things happen.

"The officer training corps is not a theater troupe. If the medal on your chest is not stained with blood, it is just two pieces of scrap metal. Don't let me down when you go to the battlefield." Liao Mingyu said sincerely. This sentence was spoken in Sunan dialect.

, which is very similar to Shanghainese dialect. His hometown is very close to Shanghai, and he can be regarded as a half-Arabic fellow.

"Sir, are you Shanghai Alidening? Are you talking about the Officer Training Corps?" Ayi was so excited that he even spoke his native dialect.

"I'm from Wuxi, let's go down."

"Yes" Ayi saluted solemnly again.

"Kang Huoyan, fought in the war, deputy platoon leader of transportation warrant officer of the 17th Organizing Division. He can drive a car."

"Very good, next one."

At this time, a slovenly-looking man walked out of the team.

"Hey, you little brat Li Wula, you have the nerve to stand up? Are you still shameless?"

Mi Long stood up, patted the dust off his body, and cursed loudly.
To be continued...