The next day, Liao Mingyu did not return to Myanmar immediately, but took his people to Zenda, because there were still many important things to do before going back.

Considering the possibility of having a rift with the boss in the future, some things have to be prepared in advance.

First of all, he wanted to move the Chanda Field Hospital to Nankan, and the veterinarians who were originally staying here, Shangguan Jieci and others, along with the logistics forces, also went to Myanmar.

As the rear of the army, not only are there various equipment and medical staff here, but a large part of the logistics equipment sent from China are stored here. If these things are not packaged first, they will be deducted by others.

As the saying goes, before the troops move, food and grass will come first. After all, the 88th Army is the only unit on the front line except the 38th Division, so naturally it is asking for things. Weapons and equipment are no longer favorable, but the ammunition, food and salary will be more and more.

Before Chen Cheng left, Liao Mingyu once again showed his shameless spirit, but Jiner put forward various military needs, ranging from shells, trucks, bedding, and washbasins... as long as he could give it, he would not be too much.

It was not until Chief Chen's face turned completely gloomy like a rainy day that the guy bowed and left with satisfaction.

However, shamelessness will pay off. In the end, Chen Cheng agreed to allocate 500,000 yuan of food and salary to the 88th Army, 60,000 shells of various types, 1 million bullets of various types, 100,000 grenades, 120 Maxim heavy machine guns, 300 Czech light machine guns, 8,000 Zhongzheng rifles, 300 sets of helmets and military uniforms, as well as a small number of mortars and 75 mountain cannons.

These equipment may not be a big deal for Liao Mingyu, who is used to the strong winds and waves, but at least he can arm a light infantry division. It is better to have it than not.

Although his three main groups have already replaced American weapons, the 200th Division and some logistics troops still use the 7.92 series of weapons and equipment standard by the National Government. After all, it is still a bit difficult to rely on the system to replace the equipment in a short period of time. These equipment can be used.

When he returned to Myanmar, Liao Mingyu was preparing to reorganize the 88th Army. The expansion of troops was indispensable. Chiang Kai-shek, who was a petty man, would definitely not provide enough. He also had to rely on the American side.

...

"Don't let those civilians touch the shells! Set them up for me according to the specifications!"

"Hurry up, load those things on Car No. 3."

"There are all medicines here. You can thicken the canvas on the top. Do you hear it?"

"Yes, the leader..."

On the road outside the East Camp in Chanda Town, more than a dozen military cards were carrying all kinds of houses, and the vast team was busy.

For this reason, a transportation regiment was dispatched from the front line. The logistics soldiers loaded boxes of supplies in full swing. The fat Zhao Gongming was in it and directing everyone at the top of his voice.

"Junzu, the basic statistics are complete. There are 79 people in the hospital, and there are only more than fifty people recruited to move. Some people are far away and are reluctant to go, mainly because they are afraid that they will not come back if they start a war."

Liao Mingyu was silent with a cigarette in his mouth. Originally, there were hundreds of medical staff at the Chanda Field Hospital, but when he heard that he was going to Myanmar, many people were so scared that they shook their heads and were unwilling to go.

In fact, this is understandable. Most of them are Zenda natives, and many of them have family affairs. Who is happy to leave their hometown and go to the front line to worry?

"Put your wages a little higher, and try to recruit more people. Logistics is not enough for us alone." Liao Mingyu threw away his cigarette butt and preached helplessly.

"Yes, I'll try my best." Meng Annoyed and sighed. When he was about to go to the town to try again, he saw a large group of people coming to the corner of the street.

"Jun, this..."

Meng was very surprised. When he saw that there were at least hundreds of men and women, could it be that some bastard had done bad things and came to him to ask for advice?

"Sir! Sir!" a wealthy old man with a crutch was waving his hand and shouting at them.

It was not someone else who came, but the old scholar who set up a wine table to welcome the Sichuan Army to return victoriously. Some time ago, Milong played a rogue at the door of his house in order to find a house for his wife and children. If it weren't for the kind-hearted person who gave the house to him in disguise, his grandson would probably have to live in a shop in the military camp now.

"Old sir, why are you here?" Liao Mingyu quickly met him, puzzled.

"Sir, are you going to Myanmar again to fight the Japanese devils?" The old man walked past the crowd and bowed with a crutch and clasped his fist.

"Well, the Japanese are desperate. They have to drive them out of Southeast Asia so that the villagers can have a peaceful life." Liao Mingyu explained with a smile. Although it is a bit suspicious of being an official, it is generally the case.

"I heard from Liufu that you seem to be recruiting people?" asked the old scholar.

"Yes, I want to recruit some people to work. Our logistics is relatively poor in the field hospital. It is a bit inferior to the soldiers in the army alone, but not many people are willing to go."

Liao Mingyu did not hide it, and said truthfully, he believed that the old man came over and asked more than just about his long and shortcoming.

"Oh, I heard that rural villagers don't understand national hatred and family hatred, so don't be as knowledgeable as them."

The old scholar first apologized slightly, then turned around and pointed at the crowd and said, "I am still a bit disrespectful in Zenda. I have specially found some people who are willing to work. Why don't the sir choose one?"

"Ah? No, no, you don't have to do this, sir."

When the old scholar heard Liao Mingyu say this, he thought he did not trust him and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, they are all native Zen masters. I am willing to use the head of my family as a guarantee. If something happens, you can cut off my head!"

"I don't mean that. We'll rely on voluntary action. If they don't want to go, I won't force it." Liao Mingyu quickly explained.

The old scholar shook his hand indifferently and preached with great enthusiasm:

"What's wrong with this? The ancients said that every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. If you fight for the country, it should be that we ordinary people can do their part. If I were a teenager younger, I would like to fight the Japanese with you all the way."

Liao Mingyu was so amused and laughed, but his heart was still warm. Who said that the people were numb? A talent like an old scholar who was very wise to the great righteousness was the backbone of the Chinese nation, and it was many times better than those social elites who were full of trains.

"To be honest, in this famine year, most of them have eaten without a meal. You have paid so much money and have enough food for three meals. There is no reason not to scatter, just because they are afraid that they will be taken to the battlefield to be cannon fodder and die inexplicably..."

The old scholar's words made Liao Mingyu fall into deep thought. The status of the national army in the hearts of the people is too low, such as encouraging men and forcing grain collection... Although these things are not absolute, they also happen from time to time in some places, so that when ordinary people see soldiers, they will avoid them as if they encounter plague gods.

Your requirements for subordinates are already strictly disciplined. If you have to replace them with other troops, it is too late for the people to hide, so it is impossible for you to provide any help to you.

"Old sir, I'll give you a guarantee here. The wages we promise will be implemented in place, and the things you are worried about will never happen!"

"Okay, I believe the character of the sir, haha, Liufu, come... pour wine!" The old scholar squinted his eyes and smiled, greeted others and brought the big sea bowl comparable to a washbasin.

Damn! This... I want to drink again!?

Liao Mingyu's face turned pale. This old man has no other hobbies. Why do he like to persuade people to drink so much?

Before he could refuse, the housekeeper Liufu quickly filled a bowl of white wine. The old scholar handed the crutch to the servant, personally took the bowl in his hand, and handed it up solemnly:

"This bowl of wine is called Desheng wine. The Zen master does not promote anything else. All the words are in the wine. I wish the superior a success and a victory!"

Looking at the sea bowl that had at least four or five kilograms of wine, Liao Mingyu's eyelids jumped unconsciously. Although his body could bear it, it felt quite uncomfortable to drink four or five kilograms of water without any trouble, let alone this was a high-quality grain wine with a throat.

“Ha…hehe…”

After taking the sea bowl with difficulty, Liao Mingyu looked around. He wanted Meng Fan to use this clever trick, but his grandson had already disappeared from the crowd.

"Sir, do it, I still remember the last feat."

"The old man is joking, okay, then I will lend you a good word and do it!"

Okay, the old scholars are hard to stop their enthusiasm, and they can't hide in public. Liao Mingyu put his heart on his mind, lifted the bowl high above the top and poured it into his stomach.

"Haha, massive, massive!"
Chapter completed!