A few minutes later, I brought along the newbies who believed more and more what Hu Biao said because they saw more situations in the mission world along the way.
A group of 51 people from the Zhongzhou team returned to the Earth Temple, which served as a shelter.
I don’t know if the cheat in the system is helping everyone to make some disguises.
After this group of people came back, no one who looked like an old veteran had any different expressions about the beautiful military uniforms on Hu Biao and others.
They continued to act as if they had no bones in their bodies, sitting or lying under the eaves of a nearby house to bask in the sun, like salted fish waiting to be dried, showing no interest in anything.
This situation changed significantly after two or three minutes at most.
A T234 Dodge truck donated by Uncle Sam based on the Lend-Lease Act...
Amidst the roar of the engine and the constant honking of the horn, we drove all the way along the narrow street and finally stopped in front of the Earth Temple.
Then, there was a burst of soft footsteps.
A lieutenant colonel wearing a crisp military uniform led a dozen officers and soldiers to the courtyard outside the Tutu Temple.
On the head of this lieutenant colonel is an M35 helmet that is only worn by elite members of the Central Military Forces; on his body is a beautiful woolen military uniform that is buttoned up to a tight fit.
And when he walked in, his back was straight and straight, and even the steps under his feet were average, and the length of each step was the same.
Therefore, when they saw this person, all the soldiers knew that this guy was not easy to mess with.
That's exactly what happened. After walking in and seeing everyone's laziness, the lieutenant colonel didn't say anything.
Behind him, a lieutenant wearing glasses directly picked up the brand new Thomas submachine gun in his hand and fired a bunch of bullets into the air.
These bullets immediately shattered many of the old tiles on the Tutu Temple.
The smashed tiles fell like rain, and at the same time they hit the heads and bodies of the soldiers sitting below, causing them to bounce up one after another like electric shocks.
Good guy! At this time, these old guys are more agile than the other.
After the gunfire subsided, Brother Eyes roared: "Everyone, gather here right away."
Under such a roar, the veterans Youzi and the Zhongzhou team did not dare to delay, and immediately listed several queues loosely.
The main reason is that even Hu Biao and other veterans have an impeccable military posture, but they are mixed with these senior soldiers.
At first glance, one can see that one is of different heights, which is quite awkward.
At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Guojun, who had been silent after entering the door, finally spoke; with a loud voice, he shouted:
"Let me introduce, I am Wu Wenting, the senior strategist of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, the Honorary First Division of the New Eighth Army, and the division headquarters.
I am not afraid to tell you that the New Eighth Army, as the general reserve of the expeditionary force, will soon set off to attack Songshan; as long as Songshan is captured, the Japanese entrenched in Tengchong and Longteng will not be able to hold their positions, and the Yunnan-Burma Highway will be completely opened
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Then, Uncle Sam's guns, tanks, food, clothing, and supplies were continuously transported in to help us defeat the Japanese in the end."
When he said this, he pointed at the row of soldiers behind him and introduced the new weapons one by one:
"Have you seen it? This is called a Thompson submachine gun. The Jin-made flower machine that was used by the elite around you at the time was a copy of it. This one is more useful.
This is called the M1918 light machine gun. It can shoot farther than the Czech type and has more firepower...; as long as these are opened for kilometers, they can be transported in continuously."
When Wu Wenting showed the firearms that Yi Shui soldiers had come to help one by one in front of everyone.
The members of the Central Continent team, who had played with serious equipment for soldiers, were naturally unmoved when faced with these obviously shrunk aid equipment.
But Hu Biao could clearly see that when looking at these weapons, a group of real veterans such as horse herders and Youzi had eyes filled with longing.
That's because the shrinking equipment configuration of these soldiers is still beyond their imagination.
After seeing such a scene, Wu Wenting changed the subject: "But in war, people will die.
At this critical moment in a war like this, we are in urgent need of replenishing soldiers with combat effectiveness, so I thought of you; in the eyes of others, you, you old greasy men, cowards, thieves, and liars, are like rubbish.
But I don't think so. Ever since I gave up writing and joined the army after the July 7th Incident, I climbed up from the status of a big-headed soldier.
Songhu, Jinling, Jiangcheng, Jiujiang, there is no place where war has been fought and blood has been shed. I know what you guys think. You are not afraid of death. What you are afraid of is being used as cannon fodder again. You are afraid that your death will be worthless.
But things are different now. After fighting for so many years, there are half a dozen brats among the Japanese soldiers, and they are almost exhausted.
Therefore, we will definitely win this time; believe me, Wu, please stand up and let me lead you to win this battle together, and win it happily.
I don't guarantee that you will come back alive, but you will definitely die like a man."
After saying that, Wu Wenting first unbuttoned his own style buckle, and then tore off his straight woolen military uniform and the snow-white shirt underneath.
He exposed his chest in front of everyone.
Just by taking a glance, many people present took a breath, because it could be said that there was not a single piece of intact flesh on Lieutenant Colonel Wu's chest.
They are all densely packed with pitted scars.
God knows! How many times has he fought in bad battles, and how many injuries have he suffered? It can be said that this guy is still alive, which is a miracle in itself.
Don’t you know? It was Commander Wu who used his scars to prove that he was not awesome, and really made the soldiers present admire him.
Or perhaps, these defeated soldiers who didn't know they had lost the battle were told what they expected most in their hearts.
In a career of losing ground, retreating, and continuing to lose countless times, they really wanted to win the battle happily, even if it cost them their lives.
Gradually, their eyes began to twinkle.
There are many more things called hope, worry, fear, etc., but there is no such numbness and numbness as before.
In the courtyard in front of the Earth Temple, the atmosphere became deathly silent for several minutes.
The stable boy who had woken up Hu Biao moved, and he first tried hard to tidy up his appearance.
He also had a Hunan Army uniform that he had worn for an unknown period of time. He tried his best to look as decent as possible in this tattered military uniform that had accompanied him throughout almost half of China.
Only then did he stand up and perform a gun salute with his left hand on his chest.
He yelled: "My name is Ma Youzhi. I am from Funan. I cannot go to school. I cannot read. I first fought in Xiaodongyang in Xuzhou. I was the 7th Company of the 50th Division. I am a first-class soldier. I am the only one in the company now~"
Like a wounded beast, the horse herder's roar filled with loneliness and pain had an indescribable taste of desolation.
That was in the memory of the horse herder who would wake up with fright countless times in the middle of the night.
It is a painful memory that thousands of people from the 50th Division of the Hunan Army rushed thousands of miles to support Xuzhou under the welcome of their hometown elders. After being surrounded by Japanese mechanized troops, almost the entire army was destroyed. It is a painful memory.
"I'm sorry. It turns out he's an old subordinate of General Tan of the 50th Division. He's a man and he's joining the ranks."
After hearing this, the bespectacled lieutenant brother who had already sat down behind a lame table, holding a roster in his hand and started recording, started to speak like this.
It was a way of expressing my respect for this heroic unit.
Then, there was nothing more; it wasn't that this guy with glasses was too ruthless, but that in this age of broken mountains and rivers, there were too many such things.
It’s so much that it makes people numb and even becomes accustomed to it.
Because if we count from September 18, 1931, when the war with the invaders began, almost 13 years have passed.
During these 13 long years, not counting the casualties of innocent civilians, millions of Chinese soldiers alone were killed.
In many battles such as Songhu, Xuzhou, Jinling, Wuhan, Zaoyi, Taiyuan, Henzhong... etc.
I don’t know how many armies, divisions, or simply troops of a certain security group rushed to the battlefield with a simple feeling of protecting their home and country.
In the end, using backward equipment and his own flesh and blood, the invaders' originally speeding chariot slowed down little by little, and finally fell into a quagmire.
Ma Youzhi and their 50th Division are only an insignificant part of them.
But this is not enough, because the invaders have not been defeated, and many more people are destined to continue to die for such a goal.
Trampling on the footprints and corpses of his comrades, at the cost of his own life.
To regain the land that had nurtured and buried their ancestors for thousands of years or even longer.