"Sir, is this really okay?" a veteran asked tentatively.
"Nonsense, if you dare to bet, I will pay for it. At worst, I will just kill a few more Japs." Tang Dao and Ma Jin Dao sat down and grinned.
This is making money by taking people's heads! Tang Dao's smile was bright, but it was so funny that it sent chills down the spine.
Of course, no one thought there was anything wrong with what he said.
How many Japanese died at his hands?
However, the commander is a good man! He thought of ways to distribute money to everyone. Seeing Tang Dao's bright face, the smarter soldiers felt a little more enlightened.
Apart from this, they could not think of any other reason for Tang Dao, a dignified lieutenant, to participate in such a game that belonged to the lower-level soldiers.
"Sir, you have the final say. I, Mr. Zhu, will pay you five yuan in three hours." The veteran gritted his teeth and took out the cash that the regiment commander had distributed in front of the formation a few days ago.
It should also be all the property he has with him.
Seeing someone taking the lead, the soldiers also placed their bets. Old Abacus held a big bag filled with potatoes, and with a smile on his face, he put money into the bag while holding a small notebook to record.
Although the money does not belong to him, for a casino veteran, it is a blessing to be able to carry a large bag of money and take it out of other people's pockets.
Ordinary people won't understand that feeling.
"Monitor Li, why don't you suppress me? They all say that the chief is giving money to everyone in different ways! I heard that the chief has a nice family and is not short of money." Erya poke poke came in from Tang Dao and changed his mind.
Excited, he shrank into the smoking veteran Youzi in the corner of another room and asked loudly in his ear.
Even though the Japanese artillery fire was much sparser than before, their ears were constantly ringing. The soldiers were now accustomed to shouting at the top of their voices, so there was no way they could speak in a low voice.
"What are you yelling at? I can hear it." Veteran Youzi glanced at Erya, who was overflowing with curiosity, and peeked at the soldiers over there who were still betting enthusiastically in hopes of winning money from their commander, and explained to the communications soldier:
"If I were to place a bet, it wouldn't be the superior who gave me the money, but the superior who would cheat me! After all, you still don't understand the superior!"
"Ah?" Erya looked surprised.
"If you don't believe it, take a look at Chief Lei and Chief Leng who love to join in the fun. They definitely won't make big bets, they will just play for fun at most." Veteran Youzi continued to teach a platoon of communications soldiers.
"I don't know about the casino, but on the battlefield, anyone who goes against the commander will be finished."
He patted him on the shoulder with a smile and pointed at Yang Xiaoshan and Niu Er who were sitting there. "Be a good boy and learn from them. No matter what you do, just stand on the opposite side of Chief Tang."
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"Yeah! Yeah! I understand." The second girl said she understood.
He looked up at the group of enthusiastic comrades over there who were placing bets for one piece and two pieces, and he grinned, revealing his thin white teeth.
If you don't fall for the superior's deception, you will make money. This is something worth being happy about.
That is, this man didn’t even have to wear his pants when he saw a group of comrades about to be ‘cheated’ by their superiors. As for smiling so brightly?
Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan looked at Erya, who was smiling brightly, with doubts on their faces.
They didn't understand Erya's inexplicable happiness, but veteran Youzi deceived their lieutenant and platoon leader at least half of the time.
Tang Dao is not here specifically to deceive these bastards who dare to gamble between battles.
Yes, Tang Dao is more than 80% sure. Today the Japanese army started with almost non-stop shelling.
Needless to say, the reason why they cheated these guys is that the routine they used to pass the time was not right.
In this old era, although an army like the Yulin Army can be considered to have strict military discipline and can still abide by the "military orders as high as the mountain", but some shortcomings in personal details, such as "eating, drinking, voting, gambling and drawing", let alone not having read much
Soldiers have learned to read books, and even many middle- and senior-level officers enjoy it. They even think it is a good way to relieve psychological stress. It works well but has little effect, and the atmosphere in the military is naturally messy.
For example, the Sichuan Army, which performed extremely well in this battle, was previously looked down upon and called the "Two-Gun Army" because many soldiers carried old muffs on their shoulders and hookahs on their waists.
It is true that the Sichuan Army, which carries the spirit of "Brother Pao, Never Shit and Show Off", has a strong fighting will and can fight to the death, but if there are no such things as smoking guns, the physical fitness can be stronger and the damage to the Japanese army can be greater.
Wouldn't bigger be better?
This made Tang Dao, who came from the future and inherited the will and spirit of the red army, naturally uncomfortable. He knew better that these messy things seemed to be personal details, but if they were allowed to develop, the fighting spirit would slowly be eroded, which would affect the combat effectiveness.
It does a lot of harm and no good.
It's just that the atmosphere in the military is like this at the moment, and even a soldier who is as strict as a lieutenant colonel in the army relaxes the strict control of military discipline during a battle that he considers to be a fatal battle. Even if he sees it, he turns a blind eye.
One eye.
But Tang Dao knew that as long as there were no accidents and they persisted for two or three days, the Japanese would completely despair of military operations and turn to other options. Most people here would have a chance to live and continue to fight the Japanese army.
His subordinates cannot say that they will be completely eliminated, but they cannot allow these to spread wantonly.
It's just that it's hard to get back. It would be too unkind at this time to make a bad face when you come up. Then try another way, fight fire with fire, let them feel sorry for you first, and then slowly remove these bad habits from the army.
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The third platoon was in full swing, and the other two platoons were also attracted by the lively atmosphere here. They also heard the old abacus talk about the offer being made by Platoon Leader Tang with military merit and the pen given by the beautiful reporter as collateral.
The three major gossip elements of "Sir, military merit, and beautiful reporter" have been taken over first. In addition, up to now, the Japanese army has been bombarding for nearly 2 hours, and the intensity of the bombardment has also been greatly weakened visible to the naked eye. At least five or six artillery shells were fired in one minute.
, now it’s good to have two shells, but anyone who can’t bear to go to the gambling table is a fool.
Even Qin Ruoyu, the always boring second platoon leader, joined in the fun and invested 8 yuan, making him the top high roller today.
Looking at Leng Feng who lost a piece of ocean in response to the scene, he was just happy, waiting for a while to make fun of his old comrade and old classmate.
Although he also believed that the Japanese army would not bombard for more than three hours, the more he saw Tang Dao, an old man with a smile on his face, the more guilty he felt, because Tang Dao had the same expression last night when he said he was not being polite.
The thief is so sinister!
He didn't know how painful it was for the Japanese. Anyway, the Japanese were shelling like crazy. Looking at the money spent this morning, he felt sorry for the Japanese.
In fact, not only did Leng Feng feel sorry for Japan, the Japanese themselves had long been heartbroken.
Not His Excellency Colonel Wakiitajiro.
In the Japanese Army Command Headquarters.
His Excellency Colonel stared at the artillery squadron leader who was stammering in front of him, his eyes seemed to be on fire.
The artillery fire was so fierce that the tattered Chinese national flag pole fell down, but it seemed very mysterious. The fallen flag pole was lying on the eaves of the roof of the warehouse, and the Chinese flag was still hanging above the warehouse and fluttering in the wind.
Extremely dazzling.
That seems to indicate that today's victory will still belong to China.
Just then, someone from Teliang came to him and asked him if he could stop the bombardment first.
Baga, you think I’m not troublesome enough, right?
