In the courtyard of the Sichuan Army Corps, Liao Mingyu was sitting in the middle of the main room, with a map of the western Yunnan border that he bought from the black market on the table.

He held a magnifying glass and carefully studied the terrain and routes of Nantianmen and the British Airfield. The primitive jungle in Myanmar is said to be a place where you can get lost even with a map.

After ten days of short training, these cannon fodders finally managed to learn some simple group tactics.

They can probably now understand what is an alternating cover march and what is a group assault. What they lack is a tacit understanding of cooperation among the team members. What Liao Mingyu gave them is the simplest but most practical group assault tactic of a three-by-three system.

Different from the triangle formation of the Little Devils, the three-by-three group tactics emphasize the coordination and cooperation between the groups, rather than three people fighting independently in a group. It is an extremely efficient squad assault formation.

An infantry squad is divided into three groups, and each group of three people forms a combat group. The three groups are dispersed and connected to each other. Each group is separated by about 20 meters, and alternate cover is provided at any time during the march.

It can be in the shape of an inverted trapezoid for cover, or it can be in the shape of a V-shaped arrow to disperse the attack.

Team members should not be too close together, because in the jungle, shells, grenades and other objects usually explode on trees, and the shrapnel will spread downwards to cause damage. Spreading the formation can reduce casualties as much as possible.

There are also three-three formations that can maximize firepower in a short period of time and form crossfire.

Liao Mingyu recently spent a lot of money to buy 20 Sten submachine guns from the black market. It is said that an English officer secretly got them from the British army. It is unknown how they were transferred to the Zenda black market, along with more than 2,000 rounds.

9mm caliber pistol ammunition. In order to eat this batch of firearms and ammunition, Liao Mingyu spent a lot of money.

The Sten submachine gun has a lot of bad reputations. It has a very high failure rate, tends to jam, has weak bullet power, and is even prone to misfires. However, it also has the advantages of being cheap, having small bullet dispersion, relatively good accuracy, and a high rate of fire.

Although it can't be compared with Thomson, it's better to use bean bags as dry food. These 20 submachine guns are just distributed to the leaders of each combat group, which further strengthens the relationship between the groups.

of firepower.

However, the day the gun was issued, Liao Mingyu requested that the bullets should never be loaded when there is no battle. Even if the gun is loaded, the muzzle should always be pointed down. Who knows if the rumors are true, otherwise an oolong incident may occur.

There was no place to cry.

In addition to the Sten submachine gun, Liao Mingyu also bought some 7.92 bullets and 9mm bullets retailed on the black market. The consumption of bullets for submachine guns is astonishing. Without sufficient bullet supply, they cannot last a battle. There are also domestically made hand grenades and telescopes.

Compasses and other supplies. Arm this army to the teeth as much as possible.

Now the 93 people were divided into 3 platoons by Liao Mingyu, with 30 people in each platoon, and 3 squads in each platoon, consisting of nine soldiers and a squad leader. 20 submachine guns were fired, ensuring at least one or two automatic weapons in each squad.

In this way, the firepower of the team has been greatly improved. The machine gun is almost useless, but it is a Czech type of Milong.

"Team members, the batch of food purchased last time is almost finished. Do we want to buy some more this time?" Meng Fan came in and said in a hurry.

In the past ten days, Liao Mingyu changed his medicine three times, and the boy is basically recovering.

"Your legs are almost healed now. You don't need a walking stick now?" Liao Mingyu put down the magnifying glass, raised his head and asked with a smile.

Patting his knees, Meng Fangli said proudly: "Hey, it's all thanks to your high medical skills, sir, otherwise the young master wouldn't be able to amputate his legs if he were left in the hands of that old veterinarian."

"Ah Qiu...!" Veterinarian Hao, who was still busy arranging the first aid kit next door, suddenly sneezed, wiped the snot hanging on his mouth, and muttered: "Who the hell are you swearing at?"...

Liao Mingyu stood up and checked his bandage. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he said: "Looking at the weather today, it's probably going to rain. Don't get wet, kid. If you get infected again, I won't care about you."

"Don't worry, Tuanzu, this leg is now closer than my mother's and my father's. How can I still hold my dear?" Meng Fangliao said jokingly, and at the same time, he was deeply grateful for Liao Mingyu's concern.

Liao Mingyu turned around and walked to the door, lit a cigarette, and silently looked at the soldiers outside who were shouting slogans for training.

“It’s almost time”

"I'm sorry, why don't you go buy some pork, balsamic vinegar, and white flour today? Let Snake Butt open a few cans of beef and make dumplings tonight. Let's stew the two old hens we bought two days ago as well."

"By the way, bring back two jars of soju. I'll drink two glasses with my brothers tonight!" Liao Mingyu said with his hands behind his back.

"Tour members, let's...are we going to the opposite side?" Meng Fanlao, the monkey spirit, could not have guessed the meaning of Liao Mingyu's words.

"Um"

"This time, you are no longer cannon fodder!" Liao Mingyu said firmly.

Meng Fan's body trembled, he took a deep breath, and gave a standard military salute to Liao Mingyu.

...In the evening, in the courtyard.

Snake Butt was making dumplings with a few soldiers who knew how to cook. His kitchen knife that had been used to chop people was flying up and down on the chopping board, mincing the pieces of pork into fine minced meat.

"Cut the cabbage into smaller pieces. It's not good to cut it into such a big bag."

"You have to use force to roll the dough. If you don't use force, it won't be chewy and won't taste good." This snake butt is worthy of being a five-star chef in the Sichuan Army. He keeps moving his hands and mouth.

There are also more than a dozen cans of beef and two jars of soju on the cutting board next to it. There is also a large pot in the corner not far away. Two soldiers are adding firewood and adding fire. Two fat and tender old hens are stewed in it. Wow

~The charming aroma of chicken soup can be smelled from half a Zenda...these soldiers who have just returned from training are so greedy that they are all excited...

In the past few days, Yu Xiaoqing's soldiers also came to Chanda Town to organize a team, led by He Shuguang and Zhang Lixian for training.

But they don't have such a good life. They eat steamed buns and rice porridge three times a day, which is enough to keep them full. It's much better than boiling pumpkin in plain water. Meat or something like that is something they can't even think about.

No, a group of Zhang Lixian's soldiers followed the smell of the Sichuan Legion's cooking and came to the gate of the Sichuan Legion's compound. They looked straight at other people's rice bowls like beggars and couldn't drive them away.

"Go, go, you idiots, go back and forth wherever you want. If you want to eat meat, you have no life."

"Who told you not to come to our Sichuan Army earlier? Now you regret coming? No way."

Kang Ya said to the group of soldiers at the door with a arrogant attitude. That mean look really made him want to be beaten, but little did he know that more than half a month ago, he himself was beaten like others.

"It's time to eat!"

Everyone was holding bowls and chopsticks, and everyone filled a big bowl with cabbage and pork dumplings. The army was not so particular. Everyone sat on the ground in twos and threes. Those who couldn't squat in the yard went indoors or to the attic.

Go up, the whole courtyard is crowded with people.

Snake Butt and two soldiers were assigned to pour wine for the gentlemen. He was not happy with the pouring, so he picked up the jar and started drinking.

"Everyone eats the dumplings first, and then drinks chicken soup after the dumplings. There are also white flour steamed buns and canned beef over there. It's delicious to eat them with chicken soup."

"Okay!" Everyone cheered.

Liao Mingyu also sat with everyone. He held a bowl of wine in his hand and called for everyone to start eating: "Snake butt, watch the pot. Don't finish eating. Leave a portion for the brothers standing guard!"

"I heard you, Captain!"

"Yao Ma, you Sichuan monkey, why are you stealing my wine? Stop, you little bastard, I will torture you to death!" Mi Long and Yao Ma went crazy again.

"Gulu gulu... burp, cough... cough cough!"

"Oh, it's not spicy, baby, drink it slowly, why are you in such a hurry?" The veterinarian ran over and patted him on the back distressedly. Seeing this boy choking on the chicken soup, he had runny nose and tears.

"My home! It's on the Songhua River in Northeast China~"

"My parents are there!"

Milong raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and sang songs from his hometown. This meal of dumplings reminded him of his hometown far in the north.

After wiping away his tears, Milong shouted: "Oh, God is so indebted to me. Such a strong wind has made my eyes narrow."

Everyone was silent...

No one laughed at his lame excuse. They were all the same, coming from all over the world, and they also missed their hometown.

"Bros!"

Liao Mingyu stood up at this time and said to everyone: "Follow me well. When this war is over, I will take you home!" After that, he drank a bowl of wine in his hand.

Everyone looked at him with determination in their eyes. After more than half a month of contact, everyone has fully recognized this leader who loves to laugh but also loves to curse. He is full of courage and ruthless methods, but also

He loves his soldiers like his own son, and has no airs about being an officer. He trains with them, eats with them, and even takes care of and treats the wounded with his own hands. He is good at everything, but he likes to scold his mother.

The group leader is now their backbone. Whatever the group leader tells them to do, they dare to do it.

They are no longer cannon fodder that no one wants. They also have their own beliefs!

…

The meal was finished quickly, God changed his face, a few muffled thunder struck, and it started to rain heavily...

"You want me to come. Who the hell doesn't want to come? What kid doesn't want to come?"

Milong excitedly took off his clothes and stood in the rain to take a bath, and even performed a duet in his mouth.

"Hey, I feel numb, come here and give me a back rub."

"Who the hell are you?" Kaname turned away angrily, not even wanting to look at him.

"You are my father! Come on, come on, rub your son's back." Milong shouted shamelessly, taking advantage of the wine to let himself go in the rain.

He was really embarrassed to say this, but he smiled and didn't think it was a big deal. He rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "If you want it, I'll rub it for you."

"Hey, that's right. Come on, give your son a good rub."

"You son of a bitch, you better put on your pants and swing them around. What a show?"

"Then you put on your clothes for me." Milong said in a fake accent.

"Put on your fairy board!"

Haha... Everyone looked at these two people making mad noises in the rain, holding their stomachs and laughing together.

These two were really a match for each other. Liao Mingyu couldn't help but smile and shook his head. Looking at these cute fools with slow eyes, he felt a trace of pity in his heart.
Chapter completed!