It was getting late. Xia Yuan patted the dust on his butt and casually found a place to lie down. The defeated soldiers beside him were a little flattered. He thought Xia Yuan would choose a good room, but he didn't expect to lie down in such a careless manner.
On the ground.
He took a gun made in Hanyang and wiped it with his hands. This gun was an antique. In addition to being made in Hanyang, it was also called an old sleeve.
The prototype of this gun is the German 1888 Commission Rifle. Due to problems such as difficulty in loading and unloading the bullet, poor case extraction reliability, and easy explosion of the chamber, the German military replaced it with the Mauser 1898 Type Rifle in 1898. This type
The rifles were then resold to Turkey, some African countries and the Qing government in China.
Based on the superstition of the "Mauser" brand by the Qing government's Westernization Party, German businessmen falsely claimed that the 1888-style rifle was a Mauser rifle and successfully sold the design data and production machinery to the Qing government. Therefore, starting in 1896, Hanyang Arsenal began production
This type of rifle was named Type 88.
It can hold five bullets at a time, with an effective range of 200 meters to 300 meters. The maximum theoretical range of this thing is 2,000 meters. In fact, it has basically no power beyond three or four hundred meters, and the accuracy made by Hanyang is not very high.
The barrel of the gun is severely worn, but having a gun and not having a gun are two different things.
Fanla looked at Xia Yuan playing with the Hanyang-made gun in his hand and asked: "Didn't you say that when we get to Burma, the United States and England will provide us with guns? Why should we spend money to buy them?"
Xia Yuan put down his gun and expressed his worries: "Having a gun and not having a gun are two different things. We can't let you pass by with empty hands. If you meet a kid along the way, wouldn't you have to fight with your bare hands?"
He fiddled with the gun in his hand: "If nothing happens, that would be better. At least you are safe. If something happens, the money will be spent well."
Fanla looked at the defeated soldiers in the yard and said, "We are just going to die like this. Is it really worth this?"
Xia Yuan looked at the defeated soldiers in the yard and said: "It doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not. As long as it's to fight against the Japs, it's worth it."
He lowered his head and continued to wipe the gun in his hand. He wiped the body of the gun clean, polished the barrel of the gun beautifully, blew off the dust in the magazine, took out five bullets from his arms and pressed them into the magazine, pulled the bolt to aim, and then
He pulled out the bullet again and repeated this process several times.
Fanla didn't understand why Xia Yuan was doing such repetitive actions, so he didn't ask. What Xia Yuan had just said came to his mind.
In such a turbulent era, the life of a defeated soldier is of the least value, not even as valuable as the local half-carrying. Veterinary Hao's patients died one after another, and he didn't know when they would all die.
Their superiors did not regard them as human beings. Most of the reorganized soldiers said they had a nice regimental name, but in fact they were just a group of cannon fodder. When they arrived on the battlefield, they rushed to the forefront and took bullets for their direct troops.
He turned over and curled up to sleep.
The night is silent.
The appearance of Xia Yuan may change the fate of many, many people.
Early the next morning, the hazy sun had just emerged from the top of the mountain, and the sound of speeding cars could be heard on the dirty streets, driving from one end of the street to the other. Before the car stopped, the people in the car had already left.
Jumped out of the car.
"Gather! Gather!"
The hard leather boots made a clicking sound on the ground. Several young officers under Yu Xiaoqing strode in. Zhang Lixian, He Shuguang, Yu Zhi, and Li Bing shouted loudly. They were carrying
There is a trace of filth, which is caused by gunpowder smoke and dust that make them no longer tidy, but from top to bottom they reveal a mental outlook that is like a blade.
They were fully armed, without skullcaps, wearing a mix of German M35s, British M1917s, and even Japanese steel helmets. They wore complete backpacks and butt-type holsters. Some of them carried machetes with holsters on their backs.
The workmanship is superb among similar knives used in the war. The firearms they carry are too heavy.
Zhongzheng rifles, Thompson (magazine) submachine guns, and ZB26 machine guns were not used by them for fighting, but by Yu Xiaoqing for recruiting soldiers.
Their clothing was almost sloppy, and their war equipment was on the sophisticated side. What seemed inconsistent with all of this was that there was an accordion on the back seat of the car that He Shuguang jumped out of.
Their sudden appearance alarmed the director of the dilapidated shelter. He hurriedly put on his clothes and came out to see what had happened. He was immediately whipped several times by Zhang Lixian with a riding crop. The director of the shelter hurriedly put on a coat.
The trousers handed over by the woman were still singing in his gramophone: "Spring is coming and the windows are full of green, and my aunt is embroidering mandarin ducks under the window. Suddenly there is a ruthless blow, and the mandarin ducks are beaten on each side..."
Colonel Yu Xiaoqing frowned, still sitting in the car, listening to the sound coming from the gramophone, looking at the chaotic world in front of him, forming an extremely inconsistent picture, he said coldly: "He Shuguang!"
He Shuguang was in his twenties, handsome, with a pair of myopia glasses on his nose. He strode forward, pulled out the machete on his back, and then there was a beating from the room of the shelter director.
There was a sound of smashing, and after a while, the world became much quieter.
Zhang Lixian walked out of the yard, his expression not very good, "Tour leader, go and have a look, someone got there before us."
Yu Xiaoqing said "Oh" and got out of the car. He didn't look like one of his subordinates. He had armed himself almost like an ammunition depot. He only had a Colt pistol and a Zhongzheng sword on him, which made people feel the most
What is most lethal is not the gun or sword on his body, but himself. He himself is like an upright sword, as if it can stab someone to death at any time.
Zhang Lixian and Yu Zhi served as Yu Xiaoqing's loyal guards. They walked in from the gate, their eyes swept over the defeated soldiers in the yard, and finally stopped for a while on Xia Yuan who was sitting on the ground in front of the door. Without him, Xia Yuan
The military uniform he was wearing was really eye-catching in the eyes of this group of defeated soldiers.
It's just that the military uniform he's wearing looks a little shabby and dirty, but the person wearing it has a spirit that cannot be ignored.
Yu Xiaoqing squinted and looked at Xia Yuan, and Xia Yuan also looked at Yu Xiaoqing.
Yu Xiaoqing was considered a man, but unfortunately he was sidelined by Tang Ji at the end and lost his real power. In the end, he relied on cannon fodder to bring down the Japanese army and won victory. He succeeded, but it was for himself. He failed.
It's for his subordinates.
Xia Yuan did not look down on Yu Xiaoqing. The system of the Kuomintang Party itself did not agree with our party. It can be said that the Kuomintang troops were a mixed bag, one faction after another, and even gradually evolved into a family model. No one wanted to see his direct troops.
There were heavy casualties, and if they could use cannon fodder to clear the way, they would never let their troops die.
What he looked down upon was the world.
This group of defeated soldiers also longed for victory, but their superiors only thought about how to get them to take bullets for their direct troops.
The gazes of the defeated soldiers wandered back and forth between the sudden appearance of the regiment leader and Xia Yuan. They seemed to have no idea what was going on, but they could vaguely feel a breath brewing between the two.
Bula asked: "What's going on?"
Fanla shook her head: "I guess they met when the two officers were reorganizing their defeated troops."
Vet Hao said: "What should we do?"
Fanla bit her lip and said, "This is a struggle between the group leader and the group leader. Let's wait and see what happens."
The defeated soldiers gathered together. They did not say a word, but just watched quietly. Their eyes mostly stayed on Xia Yuan, as if they hoped that Xia Yuan could solve the problem at hand. This group of people were armed with guns and were watching.
It's not easy to mess with.
Yu Xiaoqing squinted at Xia Yuan, and then glanced at the defeated soldiers. This group of defeated soldiers rarely had their own guns. There were still yesterday's leftovers in the vat beside them. The man in front of him had the same official position as himself, but
Don't know this guy's true identity.
Zhang Lixian asked him to give this guy a try. Yu Xiaoqing waved his hand. He stepped forward and approached Xia Yuan on his own initiative. He looked at Xia Yuan condescendingly: "I recently heard that many soldiers escaped from Burma.
He was a deserter, and when he got here he transformed into a defeated soldier."
It’s over, the person who came here is evil!
This was the first voice in Fanla's heart. Obviously, the regiment leader in front of him came to question Xia Yuan and determined that Xia Yuan was a deserter. This is a serious crime, especially if the regiment leader became a deserter, he would basically be shot.
of.
Xia Yuan said very calmly: "According to the commander's opinion, the entire defeated troops in Zenda are deserters. The front line suffered a defeat, and the soldiers fled with them. One person can flee ten of them, and ten can be swept away."
One hundred, so they are all deserters?"
He glanced at the group of gang members behind Yu Xiaoqing: "This regiment leader came here with the intention of launching an army to hold the army accountable? Or did he mean to execute the deserters? If this is really the case, since the September 18th Incident, the troops who have fled have
One after another, according to your opinion, they are all deserters?"
Yu Xiaoqing narrowed his eyes, and Xia Yuan calmly put a big label on his head. After the September 18th Incident, the Kuomintang adopted a non-resistance policy in an attempt to fill the greed of the Japanese army.
, it’s a pity that they underestimated the Japanese army’s appetite.
If we really follow Yu Xiaoqing's wishes, not to mention the entire Zenda, there are so many deserters from the entire Kuomintang that they probably won't be able to shoot out all the bullets.
While he was thinking in his mind, Xia Yuan spoke again, "My regiment headquarters suffered a defeat on the front line, and the soldiers fled. As a regiment leader, I naturally have to resign, but I want to make up for my mistakes, gather the defeated troops, and lead the troops."
Let them fight back to Burma."
Xia Yuan raised his head and looked at Yu Xiaoqing. This was the first time he bowed his head in front of Yu Xiaoqing. "The regiment came here, I guess that's what they meant. The Japanese army was marching rampantly in Burma, and the soldiers on the front line were in retreat. It was necessary to gather the defeated troops and stop the Japanese army.
To counterattack, I am willing to lead this group of defeated troops to fight back to Burma and serve as your vanguard."
"It's just that my group only has the hundred and ten people in the courtyard right now. If the group can respect it, why not let me give it a try."
Yu Xiaoqing lowered his head and looked at Xia Yuan. Before he could say anything, Xia Yuan took out his ID from his arms and handed it to Yu Xiaoqing.
"This is my identification."
Yu Xiaoqing took it and looked at it carefully, her eyes slightly focused.
[The 150th Regiment of the New First Army]
[Colonel: Xia Yuan]
It has the official seal of the National Army printed on it.
The 150th Regiment of the New First Army was once a unit of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. During the Indo-Burmese War, the 150th Regiment stubbornly resisted the Japanese army and was wiped out. However, after the Indo-Burmese War, it was rebuilt and returned to
Domestically, the regiment leader alone has experienced three people, been destroyed three times, and rebuilt three times. It can be said that it is the most tragic unit of the national army.
This is a colonel fighting on the front line.
Yu Xiaoqing felt ashamed for what she had just done, and also felt ashamed that she seemed angry at Xia Yuan's words just now.
He respectfully returned the certificate to Xia Yuan, "I admire you as a soldier."
There was no intention to fight on the summit, and they were busy scheming. The soldiers who suffered the bloodshed and sacrifice on Burma were the ones who suffered. Yu Xiaoqing realized that what he had just said seemed to be full of battle, but the colonel in front of him seemed very generous, and was even willing to be himself
the pioneer.
Yu Xiaoqing was not a fool. The vigor of the regiment leader in front of him was something he could only see in a veteran who crawled out from the dead. This regiment leader had killed many Japanese on the battlefield.
However, he led his own bodyguards to guard that three-acre land and intrigues for the continuation and growth of the family. He felt ashamed of himself.
Xia Yuan spoke: "My regiment has been destroyed. I want to fight back to Burma, and I need the regiment leader to show me a clear path."
Yu Xiaoqing did not commit the crime. This was part of Xia Yuan's plan. In the TV series, Yu Xiaoqing showed dissatisfaction with Shangfeng who had no intention of fighting. He wanted to kill the enemy and serve the country, but he was trapped by his family.
, trapped by the orders from the top, having no ambition but nowhere to feel depressed and unhappy.
Xia Yuan said, "I have nothing left. The only thing left is the skin on my body, which is still valuable. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes. These defeated soldiers have the same ideals and ambitions as me. They go into battle to kill the enemy."
He looked at Yu Xiaoqing and said, "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country."
There was a sad smile on his face: "If we don't have a country, what's the point of living? The Japanese have burned, killed, and looted in our country, and committed a series of heinous crimes. Someone must avenge those dead civilians."
no."
"You have concerns, but I don't anymore."
The last sentence meant something, and Yu Xiaoqing fell into deep thought. He looked at the dirty colonel in front of him, and finally sighed feebly. The other party guessed his weakness. Just as the other party said, he had concerns, and
The other party has nothing left.
He can openly disobey his superiors' orders, but he can't. If he disobeys, it will not only affect himself, but also his father, his family, and his cronies around him.
Perhaps this is why his father arranged for Tang Ji to be by his side. Tang Ji was smooth and well-organized, but he was young and passionate and always wanted to kill the enemy and serve the country. Tang Ji could take good care of himself and whenever he was impulsive
, he would always stand up immediately and use various reasons to persuade himself, and the reasons for persuasion were also something he could not refuse.
He looked at Xia Yuan: "I understand, there will be an English transport plane docking at the airport in January, and I will inform you then."
Yu Xiaoqing did not waste any time with Xia Yuan. Before leaving, he said: