"Everyone is here, get ready!"

Hurry...

On the training ground outside the main base, a team of new recruits holding Garland immediately fell down on the spot in tactical positions after hearing the instructor's order, and at the same time aimed at the human-shaped target 100 meters away with the rifle in his hand.

"Open fire!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The sound of gunfire was endless, but the instructor shook his head.

The slow reaction, stiff movements, and non-compliant tactical postures will not be discussed... I took a rough look at the target in the distance, and there were less than three of the twelve people in this class who could get on the target.

"The group stands up, the second group...ah? Sir!"

The instructor was about to continue training when he saw a middle-aged American wearing glasses walking next to him, and quickly stood attentively to salute.

"Rest a moment, don't worry about me, continue your work." Stilwell raised his hand and gave a respect and preached indifferently.

Originally, Stilwell should have returned to India a few days ago. He didn't expect to have a whim, and he planned to inspect the Heihe Base for a few more days. First, he wanted to find out the true strength of Liao Mingyu's army, and second,... he really did nothing after he went back.

Compared to the rear, he prefers to stay with the combat troops.

"It's the sir."

The instructor was surprised. Unexpectedly, this big man actually came to the training ground to inspect. After answering, he immediately became serious and prepared to perform well.

"The second group! Take a step forward and prepare...to lie down!"

The soldiers of the second group quickly took a step forward, threw the rifle behind him in front of him, and lay on the sandbag bunker at the same time.

Perhaps because of their nervousness, their movements were a little awkward. One of the soldiers was waiting for by his feet and almost fell to eat shit, which made the companions behind laugh.

"Shut up! Don't laugh!"

The instructor made a fool of himself in front of the commander-in-chief of the human war zone. The instructor was also a little worried. While he was furious, he kept cursing the useless in his heart, saying that he wanted to go up to clean up the people.

"How did I tell you? Damn... can you teach a pig that I can't do!?"

"etc…"

Unexpectedly, Stilwell stood up at this time and walked straight to the ugly soldier without saying a word: "Child, can I borrow your rifle?"

"Ah?" The recruit was stunned for a moment. He thought he was going to be punished but saw the other party's kind smile.

"Give it... to you." This situation made him realize for a long time. He was flattered and quickly got up and handed the rifle with both hands.

Stilwell, who took the rifle, weighed it for a moment, then put the gun upright in front of him, took a deep breath and quickly lay down in a standard tactical posture. The recruits did not dare to stare at him directly.

Eyes, accurate heart, three points and one line of target, the thick frame did not affect his aim. Before everyone could see clearly, the crisp gunshots were already heard.

Bang!

A lot of dust suddenly rose up from the human-shaped target 100 meters away.

"Nine Rings!" The observer looked at it with a telescope and immediately reported the results.

Sexy sex...

Everyone present was impressed by Stilwell and couldn't help but clap. In particular, the recruit's face was red and his palms slapped.

This is not flattery, but really being amazed by his move. Who would have thought that the commander-in-chief of the war zone had such skills?

Stilwell stood up and replaced the rifle to the recruits, and asked with a smile: "Did you and I find anything different?"

The recruit scratched his head and thought about it carefully, but couldn't grasp the key points, so he could only shake his head embarrassedly.

"It's attention, kid."

Although Stilwell had a bad temper, he had no airs when facing these soldiers. Instead, he explained to him patiently and vividly:

"Your attention is all about movements, you're thinking... Oh God, don't do anything wrong, and my attention is there, and the one that attracts me is that bastard 100 meters away, I know I have to be quick

Effectively lie down and hit that bastard, or he will kill me, do you understand?"

"I understand... I understand, sir!" The recruit suddenly realized and kept nodding.

"Well, practice well." Stilwell smiled and patted the other person's shoulder as encouragement, and then took the adjutant away.

The recruits were in a state of great excitement, and their companions all cast envious eyes. Being able to be personally guided by the commander made him feel very bright on his face.

"Okay! Don't be fucked and keep training. If you still can't do it well, don't blame me for not accepting anyone!"

The instructor's fierce look really scared the recruits to a great extent. He didn't dare to whisper anymore and continued to train honestly.

...

Gunshots were heard one after another on the training ground, lively scenes and loud slogans resounded throughout the sky. Stilwell liked to stay in this environment and felt the hustle and bustle in the military camp with the soldiers.

"Hey, General!"

Before he could walk far, someone's greeting suddenly came from behind, and Stilwell quickly turned his head and took a look.

"I didn't expect you to have such leisure and leisure. Come and teach the recruits." Liao Mingyu walked over with a smile and joked.

"Well, I can't just stay idle, aren't you?"

Stilwell spread his hands and pointed his eyes at the other party's rolled up sleeves, indicating that the latter not only came to guide him, but probably also demonstrated himself.

"I'm here in the morning, but my general, why do you know how to speak Chinese dialect whenever you meet me? You have to speak English whenever you go? You will bring an interpreter wherever you go. Isn't you holding a parasol on a cloudy day? Isn't this a waste of time?

?”

Liao Mingyu teased him dissatisfiedly, saying that he had just said hello, but he used Chinese. If he hadn't seen Stilwell communicate with the recruits on the training ground, he wouldn't have remembered the fact that this old guy could still speak Chinese.

In history, Stilwell not only speaks fluent Chinese, but also speaks Korean and some Japanese, which is not an exaggeration to be a versatile one.

"You are a vast country in China and have many people. There are countless spoken languages ​​in various places. I can understand them no matter how hard I am. Can you do without a translator?"

Liao Mingyu was speechless, and he said this to the point. The soldiers of the Expeditionary Army came from all over the world. Not to mention this foreigner, even he himself sometimes couldn't understand those strange dialects.

Seeing that the other party was speechless, Stilwell lit a cigarette with a smile and exclaimed: "But... these soldiers under your command are really amazing. They have been in hell for so long and have just been redeemed and are about to return to the battlefield.

Keep fighting, God, sometimes I feel like you are more like a demon.”

The soldiers trained in the camp are all the prisoners rescued by Long Weng from the Japanese concentration camp in Mandalay some time ago. In fact, they are considered veterans on the battlefield, but after long-term detention and torture, they will not talk about their physical condition.

, combat literacy is also greatly reduced, and if you don’t retrain, you will not be able to keep up with the current combat intensity of the troops.

In the American mind, these tortured soldiers should actually go home and should not be allowed to return to the battlefield. This is too inhumane.

"Ah... General, you don't know the situation in our country. If these soldiers return to the country, the people above will not regard them as heroes, and what awaits them will be a more miserable fate..." Liao Mingyu frowned and could not bear it.

Sailed and sighed.

This is a very realistic problem. If the more than 10,000 rescued expeditionary army prisoners were ignored, they would not care about others. When they returned to the country, they would either be re-captured by some troops as cannon fodder and go to the battlefield to die, or they would be defeated if no one was concerned about it.

No one would care about soldiers and refugees, even starving to death, or illness.

Staying in the 88th Army is much better than going to other troops. At least they are treated as human beings, the same treatment and the same weapons and equipment, and the military doctors are treating them for medical treatment. Three meals a day are not just a fool.

Food is the happiest moment in their lives. Now they just drive them away with sticks, and these people are guaranteed to be reluctant to leave.

Stilwell has heard of it, and he felt helpless and puzzled by the national conditions of China, but he has been so great that he has been indifferent to the lives of his citizens and soldiers for thousands of years.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. I want to ask you, don't mind if I moved the contact command here?"

Liao Mingyu looked at the other party in surprise. What's going on? What was this old guy thinking? He was going to move here. Do you want to occupy Nestle?

"orge    down... Don't look at me like this. I just want to stay on the front line to get first-hand information and not interfere with your command of the army. This place is not bad. In addition, I also need to understand that my investment has not been wasted. You said

Yes or no?"
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