The defeated soldiers of the Yuanlichuan Army were still whispering to each other in a noisy manner

"What are these people calling us here?"

"I said, you see, this group leader is true or not."

"I don't think it's fake. Look at his follower, the gun in his hand is very beautiful."

"Li Erwa, don't you tell me that last time a turtle son came to play the battalion commander and asked me to go to fight with him. But in a few words, the turtle son was cheated out. The turtle son was beaten up later."

"That turtle grandson looks so scathing, and he doesn't look like an official? Look at this commander, he is tall and big, and his clothes and shoes are also new. His style is just like our previous commander. No, why do I feel like an official than our previous commander?"

Li Erwa retorted

"You turtle can still look at the face."

"Don't you look at people who are beautiful, it's so spring."

"Ha ha…"

Li Erwa's face turned red with anger: "Don't let your mother's fart, I'll know if these turtle grandchildren are real or not."

"Hey, don't say it, they're back."

Almost everyone with 7.8 formal rifles were hung on them, holding boxes of bullets in their hands. Everyone watched them move back and forth several times, and even had a machine gun and several submachine guns!

In addition to weapons and ammunition, there were even bundles of brand new military uniforms and helmets... In a short while, the yard was neatly filled with all kinds of weapons and equipment.

The defeated soldiers were silent for a moment. This scene made them stunned. What's the situation? The Sichuan Army was broken up, why is it still so vast?

At this time, Liao Mingyu walked in and didn't say anything. His sharp eyes swept across everyone one by one. Everyone was shocked by his powerful aura. They looked at each other for two minutes, and everyone was so guilty that they were seen by him. They all avoided his gaze.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Liao Mingyu. I'm the new leader of your Sichuan Army!"

"I won't say much beautiful words anymore. I just want to ask you a question. Are you still a man!?"

... Everyone was silent

"Answer me!"

"~Yes" a weak voice came from everyone's mouth.

"That's a big deal! It's as soft as a woman." Liao Mingyu shouted loudly: "I received the order from the top. After 20 days, I will take you to MD to kill the Japanese. Can you kill the Japanese when you are on the other side if you are on the bear?!"

"I'm afraid the Japanese are going to kill you?" Liao Mingyu sneered.

"After fighting for so many years, you have also run for so many years. Will you continue running like a coward in the future?! When you returned to your hometown, you were poked at the back of your neighbors and villagers and said: Look, it is these unpromising soft eggs who fled from the north to the south, lost the Northeast, lost North China, lost Jiangnan, and lost half of the Great China along the way!"

After a soul-searching question, everyone lowered their heads in shame, including Meng Fan and his backbone.

Yes, they were running all the way, no matter whether they could win or not, as long as someone ran, they would run with them, one by one, and one by one, and ten by one, took away a hundred. Sometimes, even two or three Japanese soldiers could chase soldiers from a company everywhere, which was really the sorrow of Chinese soldiers.

Milong looked sad and closed his eyes tightly. He could not forget that the Japanese artillery tower was built on the ancestral tomb in his hometown in Northeast China.

"If the soldiers are not on the way, do you want the people to go? If one day the war burns to your hometown and other friendly troops escape with no fire, what will happen to your family?"

"Will you just let the Japanese kill your brothers? Bullying your parents? Defiling your wife and daughters? In the end, you still build a cannon tower on your ancestral grave?!"

Milong clenched his fists tightly with his hands, his teeth clattered and he stared at Liao Mingyu angrily.

The defeated soldiers also looked sad and angry. They also hated, hated their own failure to fight, and hated the poverty and weakness of the country.

"You are angry? Very good, at least your remaining blood has not been completely lost!"

Liao Mingyu picked up a Zhongzheng rifle casually and pressed five bullets into it, without aiming. With a "touch", the tiles decoration on the roof were shattered. Milong's hammock was just under the eaves, and the falling pieces smashed the kid all over.

"The official rifle has a caliber of 7.92, and is much more powerful than the Japanese 38th large cover. When the small eyes enter and the big eyes come out, a big hole is a shot. The good guns that are only equipped by the Central Army are much stronger than those old 79th rifles."

Then Liao Mingyu picked up Thomson and shot at the roof again.

"Hao huh..." The tiles were smashed to pieces, Milong hugged his head with both hands, and was again rained with tiles... The powerful firepower made everyone dumbfounded.

"Thomson's submachine gun, this shuttle can be beaten to pieces!"

Immediately afterwards, I mentioned the Czech style and aimed at the roof "Tukuikui..."

Milong is almost crying, don’t play like this. I’m going to mess with you. Needless to say, the falling tiles almost buried him alive.

"You are all familiar with the Czech style. Don't you be much better than the Japanese devils?"

"There are also these new military uniforms and new shoes, I can give you the best supplies! But I! I have a request to go there and be a real man, don't insult this Chinese military uniform!"

Everyone listened to Liao Mingyu's words seriously. They thought about something, and felt that their confused and empty hearts seemed to have found new hope in this moment.

"I, Liao Mingyu, don't know anything else, and will kill the Japanese. I will not just let you die like those officials. But as long as I am still in front, you have to follow me. You recognize me as the leader, and you are my Liao Mingyu's brother. As long as I have a breath! After this battle, I will take you home!"

"Now, tell me, do you want to win a battle?"

"think!"

"Do you want to go home?"

"think!!"

"Are you guys fucking mankind!!!?"

“Yes…yes…yes!!!”

The blood in the bones of the defeated soldiers was boiling and they shouted neatly. At this moment, their expressions were solemn, which was a moment they could remember for the rest of their lives. Their "soul" was called back by Liao Mingyu.

No one wants to be a deserter. If a capable chief can lead them to win battles, they will not be like this. They were originally a man of high spirits, but they were defeated again and again, destroying their passion.

Meng Fanli glanced at the young leader with a complicated expression.

I really admire him. In a few words, I screamed in a group of defeated soldiers who had almost forgotten their surname. Perhaps, only by following him can I find the original intention that was left behind...

Liao Mingyu sat in front of the table and picked up the paper and pen: "Now start to order troops and report his name and position! After reporting, he received a gun and clothes himself."

"You guys come first if you are unfamiliar."

"Hehe, Li Sifu, Sichuan Army, Corporal of the Second Company of Heavy Guns"

"Name, Deng Bao, from Hunan, has fought Xiaodongyang, so I have to go to school, hehe, the 7th Infantry Company, the top corps."

"You haven't lost your gun?" Liao Mingyu asked curiously as he looked at Bu La who was actually carrying a rifle.

"Master, the man is there, the gun is there?" Bula once again gave a gun-holding gift and smiled.

He had originally shot the gun. In order to get it back, he did not hesitate to play tricks on his nose, and forced the pawnshop to return it to him.

"My name is Ma Daji (Zhi), I participated in the Battle of Xuzhou, and I was a corporal of the Third Company of the 9th Regiment of the Guangdong Army."

"My name is Gu Xiaomai, 17 years old, he has fought a war, went to school, and newly formed a top corps in the 51st Division's Bastion Battalion." Dou Bing scratched her head in a honest manner and said, "Captain, I have also been the deputy shooter of the heavy machine gun company."

"Okay, I remember, next one." Liao Mingyu waved his hand and signaled to continue.

Ayi, who was still clean and complete in military uniform, walked up with his head held high and deliberately straightened his chest. The two medals hanging on his chest collided with each other and made a clanging sound, and he saluted Liao Mingyu very solemnly.

"Lin Yi, a Shanghai native, major and staff officer of the Fifth Infantry Regiment, uh, he hasn't fought a war yet."

With the rank of a major, he said that he had never been to the battlefield. Liao Mingyu was speechless.

This guy is a typical person who talks about war and is timid and cowardly. He is flustered and nervous when encountering problems.

"The officer training team is not a opera troupe. If the medal on your chest is not stained with blood, it will be two pieces of scrap iron. Don't let me down when I go to the battlefield." Liao Mingyu said sincerely. This passage is spoken in Southern Jiangsu dialect, which is very similar to Shanghai dialect. His hometown is close to Shanghai, and he can be regarded as half of Ayi's fellow villager.

"Sir, is it Shanghai Alidening? Nong A knows the officer training team?" A Yi was so excited that he even said his hometown.

"I'm from Wuxi, go down."

"Yes" Ayi once again saluted the truth seriously.

"Kang Huoyan, fought a war, the deputy platoon leader of the transportation officer of the 17th Orchestration Division. He can drive a car."

"Very good, next."

At this time, a man with a sloppy face walked out of the team.

"Oh, you are so shameless, Li Wula, are you embarrassed to stand up? Are you shameless?"

Milong stood up and cursed while slapped the tiled ash on his body.

"My name is Li Liansheng..."

"You won a lot in a row. Your parents are scolding you when they name it. Don't you think you are bad."

"Northeast Army, 17th Brigade, second lieutenant platoon leader, fought a war..."

"You have fought a war, but you have been defeated. All the brothers in the platoon have been killed. Those old men have nowhere to collect the paper. You are just a broom star. You win in a row, and you are almost the same as your name Li Lian loses."

Milong came to the same place without fighting. He and Li Liansheng are in the same place and are also the only two Northeastern guys here. As a fellow villager, he hated Li Liansheng's cowardice. He beat and scolded him all day long, for for throwing away all the faces of the four eastern provinces.

"Captain, you can't let him go. This shitty thing will kill the entire army." He didn't want to go to war, but seeing that everyone in the cannon fodder regiment had gone, leaving him and a lame follower, he felt a little feeling in his heart.

Liao Mingyu ignored him at all and said to Li Liansheng: "I have written down my name and return to the team."

Seeing that the last fellow villager Li Liansheng was about to go, Milong was anxious. After leaving, he was left alone. He would not die of cowardice? "Then I will go too!"

"No, I missed the gathering just now, you are not qualified to join them now." Liao Mingyu didn't even look at him, staring at the roster and said expressionlessly.

"Why can Li Wula go? I can't accept it!" Milong was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick.

I was waiting for you. Only then did Liao Mingyu raise his eyelids and look at him, saying with a disdainful expression: "Do you still know you are not convinced? I thought you would be lying in a hammock for the rest of your life."

Milong said this and turned his face red. However, he also said with a stingy forehead: "If you want to talk about combat effectiveness, I can pick Li Wula and the others with my shirtlessness. Why can they all go? I can't go?"

At this time, Liao Mingyu slowly stood up, tidied up his shirt, and said, "You think you are very good, right? That's fine, I'll give you a chance. I'll play two moves with you. If you win, you can join them."

"What you said is true? If I win, I will not hold a grudge and I will not regret it. Whoever cheats will be a turtle." Milong said excitedly. He has never lost since he was a kid. He is 1.8 meters tall and looks stronger than Liao Mingyu.

"I did what I said, but what if you lose?"

"Will I lose? OK, if I lose, you can do whatever you want, shoot me." Milong said confidently, and he didn't think he would lose.

"I'm wasting a bullet when shooting you. When fighting, you have to be a little lucky, right?" Liao Mingyu smiled. In fact, he had already set his sights on Milong's small warehouse.

After pondering for a while, Milong gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a big decision: "This way, if you win me, you can take whatever things in my house, and take them away. But if you lose, let me return to the team, and the machine gun will be left to me, how about it?"

"Hey, Milong, this is nothing, you have to think about it."

"I said Milong, don't be impulsive. The commander can't beat him. If he beat him, he will be shot to death." Everyone was also talking, and they were dissuading him.
Chapter completed!