Seeing the old smoker Li Youtian's expression of wanting to ask but not daring to ask, Zhang Sixing smiled lightly and said,
"Let me put it bluntly, I need fifty capable soldiers, and the best one among you will be the first."
In fact, those who lead the troops all know who is a good soldier and who can fight.
"Second, give them your box cannons, the wooden boxes as well, equip them with steel helmets, and prepare five Czech guns for us, with enough ammunition."
At this time, the color of Li Youtian's face changed. Just before he could retort, Hans Raul became angry and said in unpleasant German Chinese,
"This is an order, intended to be executed according to military law."
With one sentence, everyone was speechless.
Seeing their reactions, Zhang Sixing specially explained,
"It's just a loan. If we can go back, we will pay you back. Now go back and select people and equipment and report to me."
A German instructor spoke and the order was executed much faster than Zhang Sixing's order.
Everyone probably knows that Germans are rigid and dogmatic. If they don't follow orders, they may really be reported to the top, and the top will really shoot all those who don't follow orders.
The reason was of course not incompetence in combat, but disobedience to the orders of the German instructors.
In their eyes, German officers are not as good as their own officers. Saying a few nice words, smoking a cigarette, or at most spending a few dollars, most things can be suppressed.
Soon someone came to inform the team that they were ready. I don't know if it was because of embarrassment, but Li Youtian, the big smoker, didn't show up.
Fifty people lined up in two teams, all of them strong men with steel helmets on their heads.
The styles are a bit mixed, including French, English, German and Japanese, but at least they are fully equipped.
Except for the five light machine gun shooters, who accounted for ten people, the rest were all equipped with box guns, either speed machines or semi-automatic.
To his surprise, Zhang Sixing found Guan Shijie, the company commander of the Northeast Army, in the two rows of teams.
"Relationship chief, you..."
The corners of his mouth hidden under the beard curled up, and he smiled at Zhang Sixing,
"Sir, I can see that you want to do something big, and my brother also wants to get some votes, so I can be your deputy."
This guy has become a soldier, but he still talks like a gangster. What about "making a big deal"? I'm taking you to fight, not to kidnap you, okay?
Weiwei nodded without answering, Zhang Sixing continued to make arrangements.
"I will lead the commando team and you will be the team deputy. Hansen, you will lead the fire support team."
At the end of the conversation, Zhang Sixing suddenly changed to German to greet Hansen Raul.
Hansen's eyes widened when he heard his order. He didn't know whether the commander had taken the wrong medicine today and muttered,
"What, sir, you actually asked me to command the fire support team, while you led the commando team..."
Obviously Hansen Raul did not agree with his order, but unfortunately Zhang Sixing glared at him and he did not dare to say anything more.
Excluding the ten members of the machine gun team, the commando team has a total of forty people, ten of whom are commanded by Zhang Sixing, Guan Shijie, and Hu Yang respectively.
But there was still a shortage of someone to lead the assault team. Just as Zhang Sixing was looking at the queue in front of him to find a suitable candidate, someone suddenly ran up to him.
"Report, my name is Li Jixian, I am the guard platoon leader and I am a big smoker. He told me to die and I came here."
Hearing how noble the two men were, and listening to what this boy said, Zhang Sixing could hardly help but laugh.
The people in the commando team were all young, and when they heard this answer, several of them couldn't hold back their laughter.
He raised his eyes to see the young man in front of him. He was indeed his father's son.
He has a slightly long face, but his eyes should be like those of his mother, with a pair of obvious red and phoenix eyes, which are better than those of some girls.
Not only that, he is also equipped with a box cannon, but it is a semi-automatic kind, which is surprisingly dual-equipped.
Zhang Sixing admires those who dare to use two guns.
Anyone who is knowledgeable knows how to use two guns. Such people are born with excellent shooting skills and are a head above average in shooting training.
If those two box cannons were not used as weapons, they could suppress a squad of Japanese rifles at close range on the battlefield.
"Okay, you take the remaining ten people and the four captains out, and everyone should get to know each other."
After giving the instructions, he said to the four captains,
"Come here, I have a few things I want to tell you."
Night raids are of course best done silently.
It is estimated that none of these people understand military sign language, nor do they have a complete set of night light communication technology.
In addition, judging from their appearance, they are not used to carrying box cannons in wooden boxes.
But before he could open his mouth, a somewhat angry Guip came and said,
"My little ancestor...you just don't listen to me. What are you going to do?"
Li Youtian, the big smoker who came over, saw his son standing beside Zhang Sixing angrily, his wrinkled eyelids blinking constantly.
"Dad, you... you didn't ask me to die, I just..."
When replying to his father, Li Jixian was not polite at all.
After watching this scene of light comedy played by Li and his son, Zhang Sixing did not interrupt, just wanting to see how it would develop.
From the bottom of my heart, I don't want to let go of Li Jixian. Those who volunteer to join the commando team for no other reason are passionate young people and are the country's only hope.
I think back on how many so-called "successful people" in that world turned into cowards who just wanted to immigrate as soon as they heard about war.
How many Chinese people are busy in the streets and alleys just to make a living.
However, when he heard about the national calamity, he immediately took action and went to death without hesitation.
I just want to ask, as a human being, who succeeds and who fails!
Seeing that he could not reach an agreement with his son, Li Youtian grinned and went straight to Zhang Sixing with a shy face.
The waist is bent, the face is raised, the smile... to be honest, it's ugly, and the teeth are very yellow.
It was only the tears that rushed out but did not dare to fall in the overlapping eyelids that really made Zhang Si Xing feel a little sour.
Without speaking, his head kept nodding like a bow, and his waist never straightened up.
"Sir Zhang, you see... Jixian is my only son. You take him like this... Sir Zhang, please do well, please do well."
While saying these words, he gently poked Gu Zhang Si Xing with his hand.
He stretched out his fingers and felt a long strip of metal. Zhang Sixing knew in his heart but pushed it back.
Patted the old smoker on the shoulder and whispered in his ear,
"Captain Li, don't worry too much, we're just going to take a look."
Seeing the calm look on his face, Lao Yandian's scalp felt numb, thinking that the little devil was so easy to deal with.
The Chinese army was four times the size of ours and they were defeated in Shanghai. You have only been here a few days and you dare to say such a thing.
Unexpectedly, the words that followed Zhang Sixing made him feel like a chicken with fried feathers.
"If you're lucky, you can get the two cannons back, but if you're not lucky, they blow up and you withdraw."
"Sir, sir..."
While shouting, he reached out and took out two gold bars from his trouser pocket.
In desperation, he did not avoid anyone's gaze, but raised his face, hoping to impress him with his hidden tears, his flattering smile and the gold bar in his hand.
Before Zhang Sixing could answer, Li Jixian shouted with red eyes,
"Oh, my old man, what kind of trouble are you trying to make? The older you get, the worse you get..."