The bones of the Sichuan Army are still hard, and their souls can be summoned back. But those soldiers are different.
They have no lofty thoughts and no sincere love for this country.
Years of war have made their last nerve numb.
They may have brothers and sisters, family members, neighbors, and even lovers.
But they or they may be dead or alive, but they have become like passers-by. They have not been back home for many years, or they do not want to go back at all.
Each of them has his or her own story. Maybe it's sad, maybe it's sad, maybe it's sad.
Their stories are all very sad. Either they were orphans, they were hunted down, they were betrayed by their brothers, their relatives, or even their wives.
They have become indifferent to all kinds of human relationships and are tired of them, living like zombies one by one.
Moreover, the casualties in the Battle of Songhu were too great. Three hundred thousand people died in front of them. Even a fool would not remain indifferent.
They feel that China has lost this battle. If they persist, they will only die.
They don't want to die. Although they don't have any lofty ideals, they still want to live.
They may even be indifferent to the death of their comrades around them, or even spit on them after their death, saying, "You are so stupid that you can't blame others."
This is the daily life of a group of ***.
But it is undeniable that this group of people will always be the last ones to survive on the battlefield.
Although some of them were covered in blood and some had bandages on their bodies, none of them were fatally injured. They were like bugs on the battlefield, surviving tenaciously over and over again.
If you live one more day, you will earn it. So they enjoy their current life in the shelter. They spend the money they get from their colleagues and squander it here wantonly.
Their life is much better than that of the Sichuan soldiers. They have wine and meat. They can live intoxicated and dreamy in this safe shelter all day long.
As for their fate, they may have thought about it, but they will never return to that hell on earth.
At this time, Duanwu looked at such a group of people with a warm smile.
Such a smile is so scary.
And especially those **, veteran oilseeds.
It would have been easier if Duanwu had yelled at them. They had many ways to make the young officers in front of them reject the offer. Some of them had even pretended to be dead and lay motionless on the table.
This is their survival technique. On the battlefield, I don't know how many veterans escaped by using it.
But this is of no use to Duan Wu. Because Duan Wu came into contact with such a group of people in Sihang Warehouse. His uncles Lao Hulu, Lao Kan, Lao Liang, and Zhou Da Bang, who is still alive today.
They are all such people.
Danwu had previously thought that they would not be changed.
But he was wrong. These people are still Chinese at heart. Maybe they are extremely disappointed with this kind of life, this kind of country, or themselves. But one day, they will live like a real warrior.
They are soldiers, a group of iron beans who cannot be killed or fried on the battlefield.
They have this kind of ability, or that ability that they won't show off easily.
As long as they are willing to use it, the explosive power of these people in an instant is enough to defeat any elite Japanese army head-on.
This is them, a group of veterans who seem to be rotten to the core, but can still shine.
We need them during the Dragon Boat Festival, he said with a smile:
"You are all living a good life. Each of you has special skills. They say you are a **, a veteran. But in my opinion, each of you is an elite in the military.
It's your ability to survive the brutal battlefield and then escape here.
I admire you very much..."
"Wait a minute, sir, don't you think that if you give us a few compliments, we will go back and work with you, right? These brothers are not that easy to deceive. You should take those Sichuan Army brothers to die! We are just a pile of rubbish.
The meat stinks right here!”
"Yes, yes, we are all salted fish, we are all rotten meat."
"Haha! Yes, yes! We are already dead. We won't be able to fight on the battlefield."
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Before Dragon Boat Festival could finish his words, the ladies present began to laugh loudly.
Originally, they thought there would be some unexpected performance during the Dragon Boat Festival!
That's it? Praising them with good words? How many times have the previous officers used it?
However, is Dragon Boat Festival stupid? He actually uses such an old trick that everyone else has used to death?
No, Dragon Boat Festival just wants to find the leader among these people.
Yes, the police also have a head, and the veteran oil man also has a head. There will always be one or several people among them who they admire the most.
Because no one is born with the ability to fight or escape.
They will learn from capable people. So these imitators become their leaders invisibly.
Even if they have no military rank, even if they are just a big soldier, they will follow them willingly. Because it is these people who taught them how to shoot guns, how to use artillery, and how to survive the battlefield.
Therefore, Dragon Boat Festival must find such people and defeat them one by one.
At this time, in a short conversation, he found two people. One was an old man in his fifties with a gray beard and a pipe in his mouth. The other was a middle-aged man in his forties with a wicked smile.
-Xu Dazhuang.
Neither of them had any military rank, and one of them was actually a private.
But these two people control almost all the people in the entire shelter. They are very different from the Sichuan troops. Maybe there have been conflicts between them. Because as I said before, they are very different from each other.
It is not difficult to imagine how two teams with different philosophies can coexist peacefully.
Of course, these are not important. The Dragon Boat Festival is about taking away all these soldiers who can fight.
In the distance, there were Brigadiers Zhang, Brigadier Sun and others who were watching the joke.
Because they have used all the tricks. They were unable to take away the Sichuan Army because the demands made by the Sichuan Army were too high. They simply could not meet them.
There are no warm military uniforms and no convenient weapons. They are made in Hanyang and are commonly known as old sleeves. Each person has ten rounds of ammunition. This is not much better than the previous treatment of the Sichuan Army.
What can ten bullets do? Even if each of their bullets can really destroy an enemy, they will all be used up after a battle. So what happens next?
What's more, one person may not be assigned a gun.
The war has been going on for so long, and lost and damaged weapons are everywhere on the battlefield. Many of them cannot be retrieved from the battlefield.
So there was a shortage of guns and weapons everywhere. It was too late to supply supplies from the rear.
How to fight such a battle? They can only have two people with one gun, or three people.
Some people say, how does this work? Do two people need to use a gun at the same time?
In fact, it's not that complicated. As long as the first person holding the gun dies, the second person can take the gun.
The reality is so cruel. Therefore, it is understandable that the Sichuan army, which has suffered so much, does not want to continue fighting like this.
But these veterans are different. In the eyes of Brigadier Zhang and Brigadier Sun, they will not be honest unless they kill a few of them.
Of course, this is not advisable. Because if you cannot win over their hearts, these people will find ways to escape when they get to the battlefield.
So this is the most difficult thing to do.
They all thought that there would be no way to take these people away during the Dragon Boat Festival.
But at this time, Duanwu just whispered in the ears of the old man with a gray beard and the middle-aged man, Xu Dazhuang. After a while, the two men shook hands with Duanwu. Then he shouted: "Brothers, let's go with the chief."
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"Let's go! We can finally leave this hellish place!"
"Yes! I didn't expect that we could also become the direct descendants of the Chairman. Hahaha!"
"It's good to be a direct descendant. We have food, clothing, and military pay!"
"That's right, maybe sir, you can find some girls for us!"
"Hahaha!......"
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All the people were talking and laughing. They all gathered around Dragon Boat Festival. Brigadier Zhang, Brigadier Sun and others were stunned to see them.
I thought to myself: Does this special correspondent have magical powers? I didn’t see him say anything. He was laughed at, and then he randomly talked to two people, and they just left with him?
If it was really that simple, then why did they wait until now? I'm afraid they took the person away three days ago.
At this time, some people felt regretful and some sighed. But no one thought that they might not be able to do what Dragon Boat Festival can do. They did not even think that there was a leader among a group of stragglers.
Damn it, to be honest, who would have imagined this? They are not from the same army at all, and after being caught here, they all became big brothers in a few days?
Therefore, they could only watch from the sidelines, and the special commissioner deceived all the people in the shelter in just a short period of time.
Yes, in their eyes, Dragon Boat Festival is a liar. They even think that Dragon Boat Festival is a liar. Otherwise, why would you have two stars and two stars on your shoulders at such a young age? How could you become a special correspondent at such a young age?
Otherwise, there is only one explanation. The father of the Dragon Boat Festival's father is a high-ranking military officer. This grandson is a third-generation ancestor.
But why is he the third generation ancestor and why not the second generation ancestor?
Because Duanwu is too young, his father cannot be much older. If he wants to climb up the military ranks so quickly, Duanwu's father must be at least a senior general at the level of general.
Otherwise, in a place like the Eighty-Eighth Division, Dragon Boat Festival wouldn't be able to get around so quickly.
Just think about it, who are the people in the Eighty-seventh Division, the Eighty-eighth Division, and the Thirty-sixth Division? They are all students of the principal. To put it bluntly, they are all appointees.
Therefore, if Duan Wu did not have enough background to be the leader of an independent regiment in the 88th Division, it would be simply a daydream.
Of course, they would never have imagined that Duanwu, the colonel commander, was picked up for nothing. Sun Yuanliang, the commander of the 88th Division, originally thought that Duanwu would die in Sihang Warehouse. Who would have thought that he would come back alive?
Therefore, everything seems so unreasonable, but it is also reasonable. It makes people wonder whether this is true. A poor guy from the local army suddenly transformed into a special commissioner. And with just a few words, he recruited nearly a thousand people.
Broken troops.
At this time, there was a sense of pride in Duanwu's smile. He loudly announced his first order after victory:
"We now appoint Xu Dazhuang as the commander of the 88th Division's independent regiment and the second company of special agents. We order Lao Huo to be the commander of the 88th division's independent regiment and the third company of the special agents. We order Wei Yong to be the commander of the third battalion of the 88th division's independent regiment.
battalion commander."
"Hey, hey, regimental commander, how can we be the company commander? Why should Wei Yong be the battalion commander? Isn't this fair?"
The bearded man snores and stirs up trouble again.
Duanwu glanced at him sideways and asked, "Do you want fairness?"
Lao Shou seemed to have thought of something, and he smiled apologetically and said: "How can I, how can I be able to sit with the group? I, Lao Shou, have been lucky enough in my lifetime, how dare I make any more requests?"
puff!
When they saw Old Snoring's flattering look, Brigadier Zhang, Brigadier Sun and others not far away almost vomited out their last night meal. They thought to themselves: What kind of ecstasy soup did that special correspondent pour into this old boy?
Is he so flattering? Just like an old bustard.
At this moment, Wei Yong said: "Tuanzuo, it's not that I look down on these people. A bunch of gangsters, can they fight? Brothers don't want to fight the Japanese and guard against them at the same time."
"Hey? What are you talking about? What do you mean we can't fight? You still have to guard against us?"
Xu Dazhuang, commander of the Second Special Agent Company, was the first to express his dissatisfaction. He walked up to Wei Yong and walked up to Wei Yong.
Naturally, Wei Yong would not show weakness. He had long wanted to have a fight with Xu Dazhuang. When he came forward, he grabbed a wine bottle on his back.
The two of them had had holidays for a long time, and they had conflicts in the shelter more than once or twice. But there was no hatred for killing their father or for taking away their wives, they just didn't like each other.
Wei Yong looked down upon a group of gangsters who were arrogant and arrogant in the shelter. Xu Dazhuang laughed at the fact that the Sichuan army was a bunch of poor guys who had never seen much of the world.
The two people had conflicts all the time, from washing their faces to walking, eating, etc., and almost led to group fights several times. If Company Commander Wang hadn't fired several times to stop them, these two people would have been beaten to death.
Blood flowed.
It was the same today, the two people were not talking to each other. Xu Dazhuang carried a wooden thorn with him and stabbed Wei Yong. Wei Yong was not hesitant, holding a wine bottle in his hand and said hello to Xu Dazhuang's head.
Both of them were chasing each other's life, and they struck so quickly that there was no time to stop them.
I just didn't want to see a figure suddenly appear at this critical moment. Xu Dazhuang's wrist hurt, the wooden thorn in his hand was gone, and he was pushed against his neck. And Wei Yong, who was holding a wine bottle high,
, but there was a black hole on his head.
It was too late, but it was fast. Everything was done in the blink of an eye.
Everyone looked at the young officer between Wei Yong and Xu Dazhuang in astonishment, because it was none other than Duanwu.
"I hope this is the last time. Otherwise military justice will be engaged."
Dragon Boat Festival didn't talk much, but he was very intimidating. He also showed an unimaginable fighting ability.
Because whether it was Xu Dazhuang or Wei Yong, they were the best among them. But in Duanwu's hands, both of them were restrained at the same time, which already explained the problem.
They are no match for Dragon Boat Festival, and there is only one result if they try to take action, either they will be killed by Dragon Boat Festival, or they will be beaten up by the two of them! . . .