Milong's voice was filled with a trace of tragedy and desolation, and the group of defeated soldiers fell silent as he sang.
At the end of the song, Mi Long blinked his eyes and stretched out his hands to rub it: "Doubian, look at the pot you burned. It's so choking and smoked that I almost shed tears."
He added: "Captain, when will the food be ready?"
Xia Yuan looked at the man in front of him. The latter blinked hard. He still saw a trace of scarlet bloodshot eyes in Milong's eyes. He said: "I'm almost ready. Only when I'm full can I have the strength to fight. I'm full."
, so that you have the strength to fight the little devil."
"We will avenge all the heinous crimes they committed in our home today one day!"
These words may sound like a second grader in the future, but at that time, they were the slogans shouted by the students. They held banners and walked on the streets, shouting the slogan of defeating Japanese imperialism. At that time,
The era is the most exciting slogan.
The defeated soldiers did not say anything. They were not young and enthusiastic like Xia Yuan. They had been fighting on the battlefield for several years. They knew the cruelty of war, and you could not do it just by talking about it. I guess Xia Yuan did not expect it either.
, his words will make these defeated soldiers feel that he is just like Ayi, a guy who can only talk but actually doesn't know how to fight.
Although they had been moved by Xia Yuan's words before, after all, he was right. The Japanese had done too many things in their land of China that made everyone angry, whether it was the Jinling Massacre in his mouth or the Japanese
The Japanese germ army.
Xia Yuan looked at them and didn't care at all. He stirred the cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew in the pot. No one dared to touch the pot. He had defeated the mysterious dragon before and left a very deep impression on the defeated soldiers.
I have the impression that no one dares to move just by standing here.
One by one, the defeated soldiers were holding chopsticks made of tree branches carelessly, and holding a chipped porcelain bowl in their other hand, hunkering down and waiting with their heads lowered.
After Mi Long finished singing, he closed his eyes and sniffed at the heat rising from the pot. His expression softened, like a child reminiscing about his hometown. He finally opened his eyes and said: "The leader did
The cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli are so good!”
Li Wula didn't speak, but from the way he swallowed hard and the straight eyes, it was not difficult to see his desire for this cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the sun was almost setting. Dusk shrouded the sky above the patio, and a ray of setting sun fell through the tile roof onto the atoms. The defeated soldiers were hungry as they waited, but they did not lose their patience.
The hot pot is steaming and exuding an alluring aroma.
Xia Yuan stood up, opened the broken lid of the pot, sat on a stool brought by Li Wula, stirred the vegetables in the pot, and said to the bean cake: "Okay, no need to add more firewood, it's basically ready."
After a pause, he said again: "Milong, go to the common people's houses to buy some steamed buns, and be polite. Li Wula, you go with him."
"yes!"
Mi Long glanced at Li Wula. He didn't say anything this time. He took some money and set off. The remaining money was put in a bag and placed next to Xia Yuan. The money will be used as the starting capital of the Sichuan Army.
and England will provide weapons and equipment support, and they only need to provide people.
While everyone was waiting, Milong and Li Wula finally came back. Everyone was holding some white-flour steamed buns, and they were somewhat dusty. It was obvious that the journey back was quite difficult.
Yaoma cursed: "Li Wula, you idiot son came back so slowly, I will starve to death."
Yao Ma didn't dare to scold Mi Long, but he was absolutely unambiguous when scolding Li Wula.
Li Wula glanced at Yaoma and was too lazy to argue with him. She put the steamed buns on the table and stood next to Xia Yuan. Maybe it was Xia Yuan's respect for him that gave him hope, or maybe it was the hope in Xia Yuan.
This unique belief attracted him.
He glanced at Mi Long, maybe the reason why he listened to Xia Yuan was because of this.
In fact, not only Li Wula, but also the defeated soldiers who stayed with Xia Yuan for half a day could feel Xia Yuan's firm belief, which was also attracting them invisibly. Maybe they didn't feel it themselves, maybe
They just didn't care.
In just one afternoon, Xia Yuan became the boss of this dilapidated shelter.
Milong, Li Wula, Ayi, and even Fanla have all become Xia Yuan's right-hand men. As for the others, they may not have thought that much, but they have subconsciously determined that Xia Yuan, after all, a pot of cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew is really good.
It's a rare thing to come by.
They sat on the ground without caring about their image, squatting in a noisy manner, without washing their dirty hands. When Xia Yuan said "dinner is served", they crowded around and immediately gathered around. Fanla and Milong were organizing at the side
Due to their order, both of them were very dignified in the rout.
Li Wula and Ayi stood beside Xia Yuan, looking into the pot with their heads open. Xia Yuan opened the lid of the pot, and a wave of heat rose up along with the aroma of the vegetables. The defeated soldiers who were still in order crowded over.
Even Milong and Fanla had forgotten how to organize the defeated soldiers. They looked into the pot with their heads open and kept swallowing their saliva.
Fragrant, really fragrant.
"Line up and come one by one. This pot will make a lot, so you can eat two meals."
Xia Yuan tasted the taste and nodded with satisfaction. The taste was acceptable, so he called to Fanlong and Fanla and directed the soldiers to line up in a row. They held bowls and looked at Xia Yuan eagerly.
"Captain, commander, give me some more."
The defeated soldiers said urgently.
Xia Yuan took it with a spoon and said, "Don't worry, there's still more left after eating. Why worry? Eat a bowl of vegetables and get a steamed bun."
Milong and Fanla were there to maintain order. The defeated soldiers were lined up crookedly. People in the back row kept looking around, wanting to see if there was any more food in the pot. When they saw that there was another pot of food in the pot,
When they arrived, they lined up with confidence. The defeated soldiers who had received the steamed buns and food sat directly on the ground, slurping away their mouths and hands with oil. They had never eaten such delicious cabbage.
Pork stewed with vermicelli, they wiped the oil from their mouths on their hands, and then licked the oil from their hands into their mouths.
The black palms were almost licked clean by them, and they ate happily, one bite of steamed buns and one bite of vegetables, making the sound of a pig eating.
Milong, Fanla, Li Wula and others also received their own meals. Like everyone else, they had already run out of patience. If Xia Yuan hadn't been here, Milong would probably have kicked the others away and served themselves first.
bowl.
After serving food to the defeated soldiers, Xia Yuan filled a bowl, took a steamed bun, sat on a stool, and ate slowly. Different from the pig-like eating style of other defeated soldiers, Xia Yuan put the bowl on the table.
, using chopsticks made from tree branches, he picked up some vegetables and put them on the steamed buns, and ate them slowly.
Fanla looked up at Xia Yuan, kicked Yao Ma aside, asked for the stool under his butt, sat opposite Xia Yuan, put the bowl on the table, and started eating like Xia Yuan did.
"You have to save face and suffer the consequences." Kaima cursed while holding the bowl and continued to destroy the vegetables in the bowl.
After the defeated soldiers finished eating, they looked at Xia Yuan eagerly with their bowls in hand, as if telling him that they were not full yet.
"Excuse me, serve more for those who are not full." Xia Yuan said without raising his head.
"Why."
Fanla didn't know why she obeyed Xia Yuan's order. Maybe it was because after the other party defeated the mysterious dragon, they did not guard the room of supplies, but rather generously treated them to a sumptuous dinner. Not only
It's annoying, all the defeated soldiers feel the same way.
Xia Yuan also knew in his heart that this was the result of a meal of cabbage and pork stewed vermicelli.
In the original work, it was also because of a meal of cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli that tied them together, and his meal of cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli not only united their hearts, but also tied them tightly together, making them firmer.
own position.
In the embers of the setting sun, the defeated soldiers lay with their stomachs bulging and imageless, sprawled on the ground in the yard, speaking in accents from different places, chatting about the regimental commander who appeared today.
"Fan La, what do you think?" Vet Hao asked Feng La.
"How else can I feel about it? It's good. At least it gives us a full meal."
Fanla knew that Xia Yuan did this to win people's hearts. Obviously, the other party was very successful. Milong, Li Wula, and Ayi were all following Xia Yuan. Even he was subtly attracted by the other party, but he still maintained
With a rare calmness, he did so because the other party told him to take him to the British Army to treat his leg.
This leg has been a pain in his life.
He touched the sulfonamide pills in his pocket, and the image of Xiao Zui appeared in his mind again.
Kang Ya was still there brushing treasures: "I will practice your unique skills for you and eat vermicelli."
He reached out to hold the bowl of bean cakes that he was about to bring into the room, but Veterinarian Hao unceremoniously slapped him hard with a ladle, causing everyone to laugh.
Vet Hao looked at the food Xia Yuan asked him to feed to the wounded, and sighed: "He is a good man."
Fanla didn't say anything. He was silently thinking about his future fate, and at the same time, he was also thinking about the fate of this group of cannon fodder.
Ah Yi ran back panting and said: "Captain, Mi Long, Li Wula is missing."
Fanla stood up, holding on to her limping leg, and asked, "What's going on?"
Ayi said anxiously, "The leader just said he would take Milong and Li Wula out for a trip, but it has been more than two hours and they haven't come back yet."
Fanla glanced at Ayi and felt that he was thinking too much, so she said, "Maybe the master is out to do some business."
Ayi said: "Then we can't wait for two hours without coming back."
At this time, Snake Butt ran in from outside: "He's back, he's back, the officer is back, and he's bringing a lot of guns."
The defeated soldiers rushed out of the room and gathered in the courtyard. There was a car parked in the courtyard, equipped with guns and traps, as well as sets of military uniforms and shiny steel helmets.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Come and get the gun!"
Mi Long shouted, he took a brand-new 38-style and rubbed it with admiration. His eyes were already shining. Just now, Xia Yuan took the two of them to the black market to scan for stuff.
All the money from selling supplies on the front line was used to buy weapons and equipment.
Mi Long, who is obsessed with money, felt distressed, but Xia Yuan's flowers were half-bloomed, and without even blinking, the twenty-five and a half thousand were soon in full bloom.
We also purchased a batch of weapons and equipment at low prices, including American-style equipment, Japanese-style equipment, and Soviet-style weapons, all of the IWC brand.
Xia Yuan, wearing a military uniform, walked in and said to Mi Long: "This gun is not yours, this gun is yours."
Mi Long followed Xia Yuan's gaze and saw a light machine gun with a crooked handle. "Commander, this thing doesn't work."
The crooked handle made in Japan requires oil on one side and shooting on the other, and the amount of ammunition is very small.
"Let's use it for now. When we get to Burma, we will switch to an American brand of water-cooled heavy machine gun. That thing is much easier to use than this thing."
Xia Yuan raised his head and looked at the defeated soldiers again, and said: "What are you doing here in a daze? Since you have joined the Sichuan Army, you must get an imaginary gun and equip it first. After arriving in Burma, we will switch to an American automatic."
rifle."
The defeated soldiers quickly lined up in a row to receive weapons and military uniforms.
Kaname shouted: "Captain, why don't you get bullets?"
Xia Yuandao: "I'll give you bullets when we set off."
In fact, the number of bullets is not very large. If they are evenly distributed among the dozens of defeated soldiers in front of us, one person can fire at most four rounds. The quality of these defeated soldiers is uneven. After firing bullets, I worry that they will do whatever they want, and wait until they actually set off.
When the time comes, give it to them again.
At night, everyone who bought it basically received their own weapons. They couldn't put it down and held the guns in their hands, as if they were holding on to hope.
Xia Yuan stood in the middle of the patio and said: "Starting from tomorrow, I will train you for a month, so that you can survive better on the battlefield."
The defeated soldiers shouted, "Yes!"
This is the loudest sound they've ever made.
Xia Yuan also knows that military literacy is not something that happens overnight. They have been defeated for too long, have long lost military discipline, and are used to a lazy life. If you want to awaken the soul in their hearts, it cannot be done overnight. He has a way in his heart.
But it takes time to cultivate slowly.
Xia Yuan waved his hand and told them to disperse. He sat in the patio and chatted with Mi Long, a Northeastern guy. He gradually discovered that Milong, a Northeastern guy, was very interesting. Li Wula was not good at words, and Ayi was more optimistic.
, Fanla was worried, Yaoma and Bula were a pair of live treasures, the two played a role-playing game, Vet Hao led Snake Butt and Kang Ya, Doubian to take care of the wounded, while other defeated soldiers were sitting or lying in the courtyard,
The joy of just receiving the gun has long since disappeared.
Someone was talking about their future life.
Perhaps after joining the Sichuan Army, they seemed to have found their destination.
Although they were defeated one by one now, they were unequivocal on the battlefield and still dared to fight against the little Japanese.
Xia Yuan's appearance seemed to bring a glimmer of light to the defeated soldiers. They eagerly hoped to go to the battlefield to kill the Japs, for their sacrificed comrades, or for an unlikely victory.
Maybe they will die, but they still have no hesitation.