As soon as twelve o'clock arrived, Xia Yuan's eyes went dark, as if he had fallen into boundless chaos. There was a rustling sound in his ears, and he vaguely felt someone pulling at his clothes. He could clearly feel that someone was skillfully pulling at his clothes.
After unbuttoning his clothes, a pair of strong arms dragged the back of his neck, and he took off his clothes smoothly.
Immediately afterwards, the belt around his waist was also untied, and a pair of hands that didn't know whether it was a man or a woman were about to take off his pants.
"!"
Xia Yuan was shocked and tried to open his eyes, but he could only open a crack and he could feel the weakness of his body.
There were sporadic conversations in my ears.
"Wake up, wake up."
"Isn't this the highest official among our cannon fodder?"
"The regiment leader has also become cannon fodder. Could it be that he pretended to be dead and escaped?"
"Who knows."
These are spoken by people from different regions and with different accents.
Xia Yuan tried his best to open his eyes, and saw a desolate courtyard with a group of people surrounding him. They all looked at him with curious eyes. After calming down, his eyes gradually returned, and then he could clearly see the faces of the group of people in front of him.
appearance.
A group of filthy defeated soldiers, their uniforms were dirty, some were crookedly wearing shabby hats, and some were unkempt.
Xia Yuan suddenly sat up, startling them, and they all retreated.
A group of broken soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, but you don't dare to move an inch towards this "highest official among the broken soldiers".
Looking at his dilated pupils, Fanla pushed Veterinary Hao's arm and said, "Look, are you stupid for being treated? I am the leader of the regiment, and I have the certificate on me. If you are treated,
You're stupid, the people above can shoot you twice if they find you."
Vet Hao said anxiously, "How did I know? I just, I just checked his injuries."
Kaname thought thoughtfully: "Maybe he was stupid before. Fortunately, we found him. If it weren't for us, he would have died. He should thank us."
Fanla is a venomous snake, and she retaliates without hesitation: "How can I thank you? I'll treat you to a gun. Do you want to eat it or not?"
Kaoru Ma looked annoyed and said nothing.
"What a stupid thing. If you ask me, you are stupid. If you take off his clothes, you can still pawn him for a lot of money."
Mi Long spoke with a Northeastern accent and stared at Xia Yuan who sat up, but his pupils were a little blurry.
"No!" Ah Yi stopped Mi Long at the side.
"If it doesn't work, it won't work."
"He, he is the leader."
[Mission: My leader, my team!]
[Ding! Get the identity: Commander of the defeated army!]
His eyes gradually focused, and he glanced at a familiar-looking defeated soldier in front of him, looked at his half-taken pants and clothes, and asked:
"Who did it?"
Upon seeing this, a group of defeated soldiers took two steps back.
Mi Long stared at him, "What did I do?"
"What's your name?"
"Zhang Milong."
Milong is not afraid of heaven or earth. He is the elder of three dynasties in Zenda. Hei is the boss, gambler and bully. He has fists and cans. He is the "rich man" of Zenda.
Xia Yuan looked at him. He was wearing an ill-fitting school official uniform and a pair of light yarn trousers. In order to keep cool, he tore off the sleeves of the school official uniform, revealing his knotted muscles. Standing next to him was his little
Follower Yang Danzi.
Around him stood a group of disheveled defeated soldiers, looking at him with their heads lowered and their eyes raised.
Xia Yuan stood up, pulled up his pants, and tried his body. The feeling of weakness only lasted for a while, and his physical fitness gradually recovered. After a brief understanding, he knew his identity, a member of the group who had been abandoned by his superiors.
, I escaped from death in Burma and came to Zenda. I don’t know why, but I came to this shelter in a daze and fell into a coma in the shelter.
Maybe seeing the clothes on his body, Mi Long wanted to take off his clothes. The clothes he was wearing were worth a lot of money. Maybe they all thought they were dead. Maybe they were afraid of Mi Long, but no one was there.
stop.
Xia Yuan knew that these people had lost their souls and lived aimlessly all day long.
Shangganling is a group of people full of faith who wrote an immortal poem, so "My Captain, My Group" is a group of people who have lost their souls looking for their lost souls, and in the end, they failed, they are not
The protagonist is just a group of ordinary soldiers who have been defeated time and time again.
The task released was also very strange. The name corresponded to the name of the TV series. Xia Yuan had no idea about this task for the time being, but the system gave him the identity of the leader of the defeated army and a dog skin, so he had to take advantage of it.
Xia Yuan secretly thought that the method he used in Shangganling would not work here. The National Army was still very anti-red. As a leader of the National Army, he naturally could not promote the method he used in Shangganling.
This group of people gradually lost confidence in the years of defeats and became a group of people who lost their souls and lived without any purpose. Maybe one day, they would be gathered by their superiors and sent to the battlefield to be used as cannon fodder for the elite troops.
Expeditionary Force, a name that makes my heart hurt when I mention it.
His thoughts gradually came back. Xia Yuan stared at Zhang Milong in front of him. He pulled up his pants and tied them with a calm expression. He knew very well that infecting them with the red spirit would not work. It was even a very stupid idea.
Actions that even put oneself on the road to death.
And the reason why they lost their souls was that most of them lost the battle. Their comrades around them died one after another, and they lost confidence in victory.
Since they keep losing battles, I can awaken the confidence in their hearts through winning again and again.
Twisting his wrist and staring at the mysterious dragon in front of him, Xia Yuan showed a smile on his face: "He is very strong. He used to be a machine gunner?"
Mi Long was confused by what Xia Yuan asked, but when he saw Xia Yuan woke up, he shouted: "Send it up, Yang Danzi, come here and fan me."
"Let you go?"
Xia Yuan's eyes grew colder and he stared at the group of people in front of him.
Their eyes looked at Xia Yuan with a hint of numbness.
Kaname said: "What are you doing?"
Xia Yuan looked at them coldly and said, "What are you doing? I am your captain."
"You can save your effort. This is Zenda. We don't have your soldiers. Even if we do, do you still have a gun in your hand?" The limping Fanla couldn't help but ask.
This group of defeated soldiers still disliked the dirty leader in front of them. If he looked like them, he was obviously not a good person.
Xia Yuan automatically ignored Fanla's words.
Indeed, let alone a soldier, he didn't even have a gun that could be fired except for a gun without bullets, but this did not prevent him from organizing the group of cannon fodder in front of him.
He stepped forward and his eyes fell on Zhang Milong. If he wanted to open up the situation, he had to open a breakthrough through Zhang Milong. He said: "I am an expeditionary force and came from Burma. Unfortunately, I failed.
My regiment was broken up by the Japanese. I went to fight with the Japanese, but a shell fell on the headquarters and buried me. When I woke up, most of my men had been killed. I went all the way north to Zenda.
I want to reorganize the Sichuan Army."
He squinted and continued: "My teacher told me that you should get up from where you fell. So, I was looking for my troops. Now, I have found them. You are my troops. So what if the troops are defeated?
, who dares to say that a defeated army will have no combat effectiveness. You have shown tenacity on the battlefield before, and you will be able to show tenacity on the battlefield in the future."
"Failure is the mother of success. No one will always lose the battle. Are you just willing to stay here and live a life of one meal and one meal?"
"Why I rebuilt the Sichuan Army is because the Sichuan Army lived with glory and died with greatness. They wore straw sandals and came out of Sichuan with swords, guns and sticks to fight the Japanese for their country and their family. They used their own flesh and blood to build a wall.
The city wall resisted the Japanese invaders from invading our land of China."
"The spirit of the Sichuan Army is my role model and the goal in my heart."
"The Sichuan Army, as long as there is a Sichuanese, the Sichuan Army will be there. You can call me arrogant. After all, we have nothing now, but when the Sichuan Army comes out of Sichuan, will they have everything? A pair of straw sandals and a wooden pole.
The spear is their weapon."
Xia Yuan's eyes became firmer and he said: "Besides, we don't have nothing. The United States and England are our allies. As long as we go to Burma, they will send us weapons and equipment."
Yao Ma in the crowd felt hot all over after hearing this. He was from Sichuan and was proud of Sichuan. If he hadn't been defeated one after another and lost everyone around him, how could he be willing to fall here?
After the defeat, some people's eyesight became brighter, while others remained numb.
Xia Yuan also understood that it was difficult to bring back the souls in their hearts with just some passionate speeches, and it would only make their blood boil.
He still has to do something to change this group of people's view of himself.
"When I entered Zenda, I heard that there was a boss in the black market called Milong. He was very good at fighting. He had a lot of supplies in his hands. Let's make a deal. I will take you to fight. You can give me the supplies you have.
I."
Mi Long stood up and turned to look at Xia Yuan. Although his speech just now did raise a glimmer of hope in his heart, it was quickly extinguished by Xia Yuan's words. He felt that the head of the group leader in front of him was probably...
If he was stunned by a cannonball, would he be so foolish as to give him the supplies?
How could it be given?
But he saw the group leader walking straight towards him. Although he was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, he was carrying a lot of pressure. Milong felt a little nervous for the first time. He could feel a trace of abnormality from this group leader.
An unusual smell.
He has killed many people!
Xia Yuan stared at him and said word by word: "On December 13, 1937, Jinling fell. The Japanese army launched the brutal Jinling Massacre. Three hundred thousand compatriots! Three hundred thousand compatriots died at the point of their guns.
Bayonet!"
"They used bayonets to slit the belly of the pregnant woman, picked out the unborn baby and threw it into the boiling water."
"They invaded our compatriots, including teenage children and seven- and eight-year-old girls! They buried our compatriots alive in the ground!"
"Their germ army conducted an experiment and put a mother and daughter on a heated iron plate. They wanted to see if the mother would step on the child in order to survive!"
"The human body contains 78% water. Do you know where it comes from? The Japanese roasted a living person into a mummy. In the end, only 22% of the weight of the dried body remained!"
"I remember all the crimes they committed on the land of our country. Why did I go on an expedition to fight the Japanese devils? Because I know that only by resisting the Japanese devils can such tragedies not happen in our country.
It’s happening again!”
"Today, you and I are here coveting comfort and living aimlessly."
"In the future, the Japanese will block our last lifeline in Burma, and the country will be lost. You and I will become the dead souls of each other."
"Look at the people of Zenda. When you first arrived, they did everything they could to help you and give you a bite of food. Why didn't they give you food later?"
"They are disappointed, they are extremely disappointed in you!"
Xia Yuan's eyes glowed red, he looked at the dragon and said: "The country is in ruins and the people are in dire straits. You are here to make money from the national crisis and guard your little supplies. Coveting for ease, coveting for ease, coveting for ease, wait until the Japanese devils
Here, the Jinling Massacre will be staged again in Chanda, what help can your few supplies bring you?"
Mi Long opened his mouth. He was speechless. At the same time, he was shocked by Xia Yuan's words, because they didn't know these things.
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All the defeated soldiers fell silent.
The Jinling Massacre is an eternal pain in the hearts of all Chinese people.
Xia Yuan took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart. Looking at the defeated soldiers in front of him, he knew that what he just said had an effect, at least planting a seed in their hearts.
This trick is called moral kidnapping.
This era is still very simple. Although moral kidnapping is not authentic, it works. As long as you let them go to the battlefield and win several battles under your leadership, you can slowly find their confidence and their soul.
.
Fanla was silent for a moment, then raised her head and looked at Xia Yuan: "You are so great, how come you are still alive? Why don't you die in Burma?"
"If the people of the motherland need me, I will go to death, but not now, because I have just killed more than 30 Japs, and there are still 299,970 little Japs short of 300,000. Jinling
The souls of the deceased are still floating in the sky above Jinling. If I live aimlessly like you, they will be even more disappointed and extremely disappointed with us."
He looked at the sky and murmured: "It's as if the people of Zenda are disappointed with you. No one will fall forever. What you lack is just an opportunity. In fact, with my identity, I can form a team without you.
, but I don’t feel the need, because I have found my own regiment, and I want to take you back to fight, not only for Jinling, but also for the thousands of people across the country. If I can exchange my life for
I will die without hesitation for their safety, but I know that such an idea is unrealistic. To exchange for their safety, it requires not just me, but all of us."
Face is nothing, they will understand when they win the battle in the future.