Liao Mingyu was in a good mood. He had just recovered a powerful general. How could he not be happy?

Dong Dao, as his name suggests, is sharp and strong, a man full of blood. Although he doesn't talk much and doesn't like to laugh, he is extremely reliable in killing enemies and doing things, and he is a man of love and justice. He is a rare member.

Strong general.

This guy can now be said to be the most skilled person in the entire Sichuan Army except Liao Mingyu. When Milong comes, he will have to step aside.

At this time, Long Wenwen was persuading the defeated soldiers with a smile on his face.

"Hey brothers, if you think about it again, don't you want to find a better way out for such a big group of people?"

"Look for a way out, we just want to go home." A Sichuan regiment broke up and replied to him.

"Where is your commander? Is he here now?"

"The officers are all dead, how could there be any other officers?" The soldier shook his head and glanced at Long Wenwen in annoyance.

"It's better if you don't have a commander. Come with us. We have a whole regiment. The leader and deputy leaders are still alive. What do you have to worry about? There is strength in numbers."

When Long Wenwen heard that there was no leading officer, he was in a good mood, so he tried his best to persuade him. But the soldiers still walked with their heads buried in the ground and still didn't want to talk to him.

He still did not give up. If all these 500 people joined the Sichuan Army, they would definitely be a very strong backbone force.

"I am the Sichuan Army Corps, the Sichuan Army Corps that is not afraid of death when fighting!" Long Wenwen shouted to the defeated soldiers in Sichuan dialect.

"Grandpas, oh grandpas, I am your gray grandson. Look back! The little devil has touched the back of your butt!"

Long Wenwen danced exaggeratedly and shouted to everyone: "Let's work together and do it for the little devil! Isn't it good to just go back to Zenda after winning the battle? If it belongs to a man, just say something!"

Chatting like an old woman, it worked to some extent. The soldier at the front finally stopped, looked at him helplessly, and discussed with his companions next to him to rest where he was.

"How about it? Think about it."

Long Wenwen smiled all over his face, bared his row of teeth and asked the defeated soldiers in a flattering manner. In order to recruit this group of defeated soldiers, he also risked his life. Even if he shouted a few words, "Grandpa, what's wrong," or asked him to kneel down immediately, he would do it.

Without hesitation.

This is Long Wenwen, he can do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. As long as he can pull this group of soldiers into the team.

And once these people go to the battlefield, he will be like a different person, straightening his spine in an instant and killing the little devils without mercy.

"Yao Ma, do you think we can bring this gang of gray uncles to justice?" Meng Fangli couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Long Wenwen who was just kneeling down.

"I don't know, these turtle boys have lost their souls, and you still expect them to fight the Japanese? Bah!" Yaoma spat and said disdainfully. There were many Sichuan people in the team, many of whom were his fellow villagers, but

Their greed for life and fear of death made Yaoma very disgusted, and they simply disgraced the Bashu people.

The soldier in the front row was annoyed by his nagging and said helplessly: "Sir, our leaders have changed several times along the way. We have never lost a battle. We really don't want to waste it. We just want to go home quickly.

.”

"It's just that too many people have died. I don't want to lose my life here. You'd better hire someone else."

"The little devil is too fierce, how can we defeat him?"

The defeated soldiers were talking to each other, and the central idea expressed was that the Japanese were too powerful and we couldn't defeat them, and now they just wanted to go home quickly. The successive defeats had left them with no hope of victory.

At this time, Liao Mingyu came over with Dong Dao: "Want to go back to Chanda? Yes, you have to deal with the tail behind. There is a group of little devil scouts behind, and they will follow them wherever they go. Don't you think so?

Is it uncomfortable?”

Liao Mingyu's words aroused the reaction of the defeated soldiers: "How to solve it? If you can't defeat it again and again, you can only run away."

"My enemy, they have killed so many people, how can I dare to fight them?"

"Can't beat me? Did you beat me?"

Liao Mingyu snorted coldly and pulled the gun's bolt with a "snap" sound.

"The little devils behind you are only one or two teams at best. You have more than 500 people and you still think you can't beat them?"

"Everyone in the Sichuan Army Group listens to the order and follows me to fight! Let these scared guys have a good look at how we fight. The target is a Japanese scout 2 kilometers behind. Let's go!"

The entire Sichuan regiment instantly erupted with a chilling momentum. They all remained silent, just clenched the rifles in their hands, followed their leader, and rushed towards the direction of the Japs' forward.

The defeated soldiers who were resting on the spot were shocked when they saw this scene. They looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

"It's over, they are looking for death."

"It's too impulsive, just those few people, ugh." Several defeated soldiers who were afraid of losing couldn't help but shook their heads and muttered to themselves.

…

Liao Mingyu led the Sichuan Army back about a kilometer, estimated the position, and asked everyone to hide in the jungle.

The Bu La people who were scouting the road in front ran back in a hurry and said to Liao Mingyu: "Captain, there is a small team of Xiao Dongyang in front of him. He will be here soon. There may be a large team behind them."

"Mom, let's be honest, a small team dares to play forward. We are a team of nearly a thousand people."

Meng Fangliao said unhappily that these little devils did not take them seriously.

"I'm afraid these gray grandsons don't know how to write the word "death". Who gave them the courage to be more arrogant than me." Long Wenwen also cursed, completely forgetting about the gray grandson who claimed to be so and so just to recruit troops.

thing.

"Probably Liang Jinru~" Liao Mingyu joked.

"Eh? Does this Chief Liang even know the kid?" Meng Fanglia said doubtfully. He had heard Liao Mingyu talk about this Liang Ru so-and-so more than once.

"Fuck you uncle, stop talking and get ready. Mi Long, you and Cui Yong arrange machine gun support. Let's eat these little devils!"

Liao Mingyu couldn't help but blush, and quickly issued a combat order, just waiting for the arrival of this group of ignorant little devils. A team of 5 or 60 people, for the Sichuan Army's current 300-plus people, is simply a piece of cake.

On the other side, the group of more than 500 people broke up and stayed where they were, not knowing what was going on. They were all anxiously listening to the movement behind them.

"boom!"

“Da da da da da da!”

After a while, fierce gunshots and shell explosions were heard from behind, shocking the group of people.

"The fight started!"

"Look, the little devils also have cannons. How can they be their opponents?"

"How about we go over and help?" A young soldier said worriedly to his companions.

"If you want to help, go yourself. Don't drag us to die together. You don't know the fighting power of the little devils. If they leave like this, they will probably not come back."

A big soldier next to him said disdainfully that he had been frightened by the little Japs and was very disdainful of the Sichuan Army's behavior.

After about half an hour of patrolling, the gunfire from behind gradually stopped. However, the Sichuan Legion members were not seen coming back.

"It's over, I was eaten by the little devil again."

"Hey, tell me, what are these people doing so badly? Why do they insist on arguing with the little devils?"

"Forget it, let's leave quickly. If it's too late, the little devil will catch up!"

Everyone looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, and stood up from the ground to leave. They all thought that Liao Mingyu's troops had been wiped out by the Japanese.

At this moment, the young soldier just turned around and was shocked! He pointed behind him and shouted loudly: "Look, they are back!"

Everyone turned around and saw the young officer leading the Sichuan Army soldiers striding towards them.

The whole army was filled with a murderous atmosphere, and the shining bayonets were still stained with blood. Everyone held their heads high and their chests high, with a glow of confidence.

"Wow"

A large number of Japanese weapons and guns were thrown on the ground. Among them, there were also the heads of several lieutenants and sergeants.

The defeated soldiers stared at Liao Mingyu and his party in disbelief. They actually did it!

"Did you see that a small group of Japs, numbering fifty or sixty people, was wiped out by us in three strikes and five divided by two?"

Long Wenwen stood in the middle of the team, with his arms crossed and spitting about their glorious achievements.

"Look! The Japs' Type 38, crooked handles, and those 50mm grenades. The Japs are nothing special. How can they be as bad as you say?"

"How about it! Do you have anything else to say?"

"Think about it, should you follow us to fight the Japanese and then return to Chanda in glory, or should you continue to be your deserter and be sent to a military court by Captain Yu when you return?"

Liao Mingyu stood up at the right time and said to the defeated soldiers: "Let me tell you, even if you escape alive, you will inevitably continue to be used as cannon fodder and taken to the battlefield to die. Instead of doing that, why don't you just kill them with us?"

Japs, be heroes when you go back!"

"I am the leader of the Sichuan Army! Look at the soldiers under my command. I brought them from Zenda. Go and ask how many little devils have died under their guns."

"I also promised them that I would take them all home. Now tell me if you are willing to follow me and kill the Japanese!"

Everyone was shocked in their hearts by Liao Mingyu's hand. They looked at each other with different expressions, but they all seemed to have made a decision.

"Sir, what you said makes sense. You will still be punished as a deserter when you go back. It's better to kill a few little Japs now."

"If you become a deserter, you still have to be sent back to the West Bank, so why bother?"

"I don't think the little devils are anything special. Why don't they chop off their heads? Let's do it."

"Done!"

"Sir, let's join!"

Each and every defeated soldier was once again aroused in his heart. The shadow of defeat sometimes only needs a victory to make it disappear. Although some people do it to survive better, in any case, the appearance of Liao Mingyu gave them

Brought hope.

A group of broken soldiers agreed to join, finally giving the Sichuan regiment what it should look like. This made Long Wenwen and others smile happily. He, the deputy commander, is now worthy of his name.
Chapter completed!