It rained all night last night, and the Zenda in the morning was shrouded in a hazy halo.
Today is the day when the defeated soldiers set out to fight in Burma. The defeated soldiers got up early. When they were forming the team, Ayi quietly returned to the middle of the defeated soldiers, as quietly as a ghost.
Meng Fanglia glanced at Ayi listlessly, and was stunned for a moment. He then raised his head to look at Ayi. Ayi was stunned when Meng Fangliao looked at him. There were several small medals hanging on his chest.
Annoyed asked in surprise: "What are these things?"
Meng Fan's voice was a bit loud in the early morning, as if a loudspeaker had been installed, attracting the attention of other defeated soldiers.
Ayi said as quietly and humbly as possible: "The Second Class Academic Medal is awarded to those with the best academic examination results. The Second Class Guanghua Medal is awarded for outstanding academic skills. The Officer Training Corps Commemorative Medal is awarded to those who participate in the training group."
..."
Meng Fanglia started to hold back his laughter when Ah Yi introduced him sincerely. Kang Ya simply laughed out loud: "Exam? Hahahaha!"
Meng Fanxiao teased: "Jixue?"
Kang Ya then asked: "Is this the only thing that will be given to you if you get an A in the exam?"
"No, I have to..." Ayi opened his mouth and looked at the defeated soldiers who were laughing together. No matter how stupid he was, he knew what they meant. His face turned red and he stopped speaking. He pinched his hands behind his back a little helplessly.
The beam on the roof and the medal hanging on his chest gave him such a dazzling feeling for the first time.
After getting dressed, Xia Yuan walked out, looked at the successful cannon fodder, and asked, "What's so exciting?"
Kang Ya said: "Captain, look at Commander Ayi's medal."
He pushed Ayi and couldn't help laughing and said: "Introduce him to our group leader."
Xia Yuan came over, and Ah Yi repeated what he had just said with some embarrassment, looking at Xia Yuan with a red face, looking very at a loss.
Xia Yuan smiled and said: "Not bad, it can be seen that Ayi worked very hard during the training of the Officer Training Corps, but these things are just the results you get in school. The battlefield is cruel. If you want to do it in
To achieve great things on the battlefield, you can't just rely on these medals, you have to work harder."
Ayi looked a little excited and saluted with a standard military salute: "Yes! I will definitely work harder!"
Xia Yuan patted his shoulder, looked at the defeated soldiers, and said, "Eat immediately, pack up, and get ready to go."
He shouted again: "Milong, where is the driver?"
Milong ran over and said, "Captain, don't worry. I gave each of them a can and they promise to be obedient."
"You didn't do anything, did you?"
"That's not possible. It's all according to your instructions."
Xia Yuan nodded. Mi Long had a bad temper. After he beat him up, Mi Long seemed to understand. His temper was not as bad as before, and he was able to fight with the defeated soldiers.
Regiment, he is like a Siberian tiger with its sharp teeth pulled out. The defeated soldiers are no longer afraid of the Mysterious Dragon. Yang Danzi still follows the Mysterious Dragon as always. Li Wula is still taciturn, but the relationship with the Mysterious Dragon has eased.
Quite a few.
As for everyone else, it's the same as always.
After breakfast, the defeated soldiers gathered in the courtyard, each with their heads held high and their faces solemn.
Xia Yuan asked Li Wula and Mi Long to take out the few bullets and divide them equally. One soldier could only get four bullets.
"There are relatively few bullets. When you get to the battlefield, follow my command. No one is allowed to shoot randomly. Do you understand?"
"I understand!"
The defeated soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs.
Four bullets, some are better than none.
Xia Yuan nodded to Mi Long, who walked outside and shouted: "Come here!"
Three troop transport vehicles were parked at the door of the dilapidated shelter. The station commander quietly watched the group of defeated soldiers boarding the vehicle. When he saw Xia Yuan looking at him, he quickly looked away and turned back to the room of the shelter.
Close the door inside.
Xia Yuan smiled and ignored the webmaster. The two of them were on the same page, and his arrival did not affect the other party. The other party was still living a life of drunkenness and dreams.
"It's not spicy, you little bitch, get in the car quickly."
Yao Ma slapped her butt that was not spicy and pushed him in.
Bu La touched his butt and felt numb on the forehead: "You bastard, who asked you to slap my butt?"
Kang Ya urged: "Get in the car quickly."
When Snake Butt was boarding the car, Xia Yuan stopped him: "I went to fight, and I brought this kitchen knife with me."
Meng Fan, who was on the side, said: "Commander, just let him stay, he is going to be buried with a kitchen knife."
Snake Butt glared at Meng Fan, and grinned at Xia Yuan: "Captain, this is what we eat, we can't throw it away."
Xia Yuan waved his hand.
Milong ran over and said, "Captain, you sit in front. The seat in front is more comfortable."
"You go and sit down, I'll just sit here."
"How can this be done?"
"Why not?"
Xia Yuan got on the car in two steps and huddled with the defeated soldiers. Seeing this, Milong pushed Yang Danzi to let him get in the car, and he followed closely.
Meng Fanlao said: "Milong, why don't you go sit in front?"
Mi Long glared at him: "What are you doing? You are sitting somewhere other than sitting."
The defeated soldiers laughed.
The car bumped and drove towards the transport airport. After talking to Yu Xiaoqing last night, Yu Xiaoqing had made arrangements for them and said hello to the airport. After Xia Yuan arrived, there would be a dedicated person in charge to make arrangements.
In the car, the defeated soldiers sat on the ground holding their guns, chatting with accents from all over the world.
There was a kitchen knife with a snake's ass resting on Meng Fanle's knee, and a piece of yellowed and torn paper was placed on it. In his other hand, he was holding a broken pen and writing, "... I want to be loyal to the best of my ability.
Then it will be difficult to fulfill filial piety. This battle is uncertain, and there will be more danger than good. If a son misses his father's kindness, he will feel sad..."
Xia Yuan looked at Meng Fan, "Where are you writing your suicide note?"
Meng Fan said 'hmm' without raising his head.
Xia Yuan looked at Meng Fanglia's handwriting and found it to be neat.
Veterinarian Hao sat on the other side and babbled: "I'm tired of you, is this appropriate for you? I sent suicide notes to my house, one on the left and one on the right. If I were your father, I would be so frightened that I would go crazy."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Meng Fannan continued writing without raising his head: "He is not you, you are not my father, and I am not your son."
Vet Hao: “Then you can’t write every day.”
Bu La said from the side: "Veterinary Hao, just ask him to write. If he writes too much and loses his thoughts, he will stop writing."
Xia Yuan looked at the world outside the car and said: "The war has been going on for three months. Letters from home are worth tens of thousands of dollars. It doesn't matter if you write them down or down. This way, you have something to rely on in your heart. If you really can't go back one day, you won't be in trouble."
Let the parents and fellow villagers at home worry and worry."
The defeated soldiers thought for a while and said one after another:
"I'm sorry, please write a letter for me. Just write... I'm going to fight, and I may not be able to come back."
"I, let me write one too."
Meng Fan looked at the crumpled paper in his hand and said, "I only have one."
The defeated soldiers gave up. In fact, many of them didn't know who they were writing this letter to. Maybe it was just a wish. Many of the relatives of these defeated soldiers had died at the hands of the Japanese, and their hometowns were plunged into war.
, some have been lost and have become enemy-occupied areas.
The defeated soldiers were in chaos again, Mi Long yawned loudly, Yang Danzi and Li Wula sat together, Yaoma and Bu La were arguing with each other, Kang Ya clasped his fingers, and A Yi looked at the car.
I don’t know what I was thinking. The snake who got up early to cook was fast asleep. Veterinarian Hao was wearing a sack. When he heard Dou Chou coughing and couldn’t speak, he draped the sack over Dou Cake again.
There are all kinds of things in life, and there is no military discipline.
This is what this group of defeated soldiers looks like when they go on an expedition. Xia Yuan is not a qualified officer, and he does not have so many requirements for this group of defeated soldiers, but an army with strict military discipline can often make soldiers sacrifice less and more people.
Even though Xia Yuan knew this, he could only truly change them by letting them go to the battlefield.
After nearly an hour of turbulence, Xia Yuan woke up everyone who was in a daze and made some of them officers.
Ayi became the battalion commander, Meng Fanle was the messenger, Li Wula and Kang Ya were the platoon leaders, Veterinary Hao was appointed as the second lieutenant medical officer, Milong was the machine gunner, Doubian was the machine gun deputy, Yaoma, Bu spicy and Snake Butt
It's a fire platoon, an assault team.
It was foggy today. The thick fog blocked the scenery more than ten meters away. From a distance, we could see a vast white world.
The car moved forward in the fog, and the originally bumpy road began to become smoother. At this time, a huge engine sound came from the thick fog, and the fog hit by the propeller flew up.
The coughing Doubian shouted in horror: "Japanese devils! Japanese devils!"
He wanted to stand up and jump out of the car, but Xia Yuan held him down, "This is not a Japanese devil!"
The car slowly stopped, and the defeated soldiers saw the shadow of a huge thing in the fog. The engine was rotating and preheating. The rotating engine pushed the fog away and blew it towards the personnel carrier on which the defeated soldiers were riding.
Yao Ma slapped Dou Bing on the head and said, "Gua Wa Zi, when you see the plane, call him a Japanese devil! Look, is this a Japanese devil?"
Kang Ya shouted excitedly: "Our plane! The fighter jet that hit the Japanese plane, click, click, click! Look, such a big cannon! Have you seen it?"
Ayi caught a glimpse of the Peugeot on the plane and said with some uncertainty, "It's a plane belonging to an American ally."
Xia Yuan looked at the big guy who was called a fighter jet by Kang Ya. The gun in Kang Ya's mouth was a propeller engine, and the logo of the American Air Force was clearly visible. "This is the aircraft supported by the United States, a C46 transport aircraft, and the Air Force task force stationed in China. We should
Thank you American Dream Allies.”
He added silently in his heart, "Now thank them. There is no eternal possession, only eternal benefits."
Milong was so excited that he ran around the plane: "Such a big guy, do we want to get on it? Mom, this is our first time flying, and we are flying in the sky on this thing? How can we not even catch you?
There’s no place for it, where can I put my butt?”
Judging from Milong's posture, he probably thought they were going to sit on the wings of this plane.
Before the excitement of the defeated soldiers dissipated, an officer who seemed to be in charge of the ground management ran over: "Take off, take off all your clothes! What kind of gun is this? Throw it away."
"Are you going to change into new clothes?"
"No need to ask, it's for sure. I guess there are new guns."
"Captain, can we take off our clothes?"
Soldiers, you say something, I say something. Xia Yuan stepped forward, took out something from his pocket and gave it to the officer, and then took out his ID and showed it to him. The ground officer was stunned for a moment, with a look on his face.
Immediately he was full of smiles: "It turns out to be Commander Xia. Commander Yu told me that I must take good care of you when you come. You don't need to take it off. You can take it off when you get there."
Meng Fanglia came over and handed over the suicide note written in the car: "Sir, sir, can you send me a letter?"
Perhaps because of Xia Yuan, the ground officer's attitude improved a lot, "What letter?"
Meng Fanglia handed the letter to the officer, "The address of the suicide note is written on the back."
The ground officer looked at Meng Fan, then at Xia Yuan, and said, "I'm here to win the battle. Why are you sending a suicide note?"
Meng Fanxiao smiled and said, "In war, sacrifices are inevitable. If you don't come back, you won't let your family worry about you."
Perhaps for Xia Yuan's sake, the ground officer put the letter away in his pants, asked several soldiers to run over, gave each of them a vomit bag, and then asked the soldiers to open the door of the transport plane.
Below is a simple gangway built with wooden frames.
The ground service officer said: "Captain Xia, you can set off."
Xia Yuan recalled the plot in the original work and asked the familiar defeated soldiers to board the first plane first. The first plane would be shot down by the Japanese army and the risk factor was higher. The second plane would land smoothly at the airport, but
He would be surrounded by Japanese troops, so he said to the ground officer: "Just go up so far first, and the rest of us will sit down."
The ground officer didn't know what Xia Yuan meant by this arrangement, so he nodded.
Xia Yuan also sat on the first plane, and several familiar protagonists sat on the plane. The mortal Li Wula in the original novel was so separated that Xia Yuan also let them board the first plane.
I want to try to change their destiny in this way.
After Xia Yuan finally got on the plane, the ground crew officers removed the gangway and closed the cabin. The remaining people were led away from the plane by the ground crew officers until they were swallowed up by the heavy fog and could not be seen.
It was so cold inside the plane that there were not even a few portholes. All the cabin equipment, including seats, had been removed, leaving the soldiers huddled together as if they were sitting in a cold can.
A US military pilot glanced at the defeated soldiers from the partition in the cockpit, turned to the ground crew, and cursed: "Fuck, this is the cargo they talk about, and they let us transport people in such weather!"
The engine had already warmed up, and the roar in the cargo hold was particularly loud. They couldn't hear the ground crew's explanation at all.
While the pilot was busy taking off, he complained: "Where is my escort? Am I flying a Japanese transport plane? All the fighter jets flying in the sky are Japanese! Where is the Flying Tigers?"
Meng Fanglia was sweating. He could understand what the US pilot was saying. Meng Fanglia turned his head and looked at Xia Yuan. He saw that Xia Yuan squinted his eyes and didn't seem to care, so he didn't say anything.
Ayi, who was very close, asked: "What is he talking about?"
Meng bothered to lie to him: "He said he would be there in a blink of an eye."
The pilot smashed his cockpit and continued to curse: "The landing gear is not repaired. What's worse than the landing gear is China's fog. What's worse than the fog is America's landing gear!"
Meng Fan was sweating on his forehead, wondering if he could really reach Burma safely like this?