As the number of prisoners of war leaving gradually increased, Liu Lang not only did not appear again, but even sent military orders again. If his hometown was more than a thousand miles away from here, the travel fee increased to 10 silver dollars. After arriving in Shaanxi, he could also use the pass to
Go to the local Huashang Group office and they will help them buy the train tickets closest to their hometown.
The benefits of returning home miraculously improved again, and many prisoners of war who had been hesitant made their decision again. Regardless of whether their former comrades wanted to stay or despised them, they all resolutely chose to go home.
In two hours, more than 5,000 prisoners of war chose to leave in an endless stream, accounting for almost a quarter of the total number of prisoners of war.
Lieutenant General Zhao, who was looking at the distance with a telescope, couldn't help but look anxious. If he continued like this, his dream of adding 6,000 soldiers would be in vain. If he continued to recruit and train from the private sector,
The 17th Division, which has lost more than half its strength, will have to wait at least half a year before it can take to the battlefield.
The future military god next to him also had a calm expression, which meant that General Tang, who was not very concerned about the soldiers, was more calm. Commander Yan of the 2nd Theater had agreed that they would recruit new soldiers on the spot after this battle. These batch of prisoners had
The former soldiers were not that attractive to them.
However, the three army lieutenant generals were all people with deep thoughts. Whether they expressed their anxiety or buried it in their hearts, they did not speak to stop it.
Soldiers with guns can despise their former colleagues as "cowards", but they generals cannot.
The reason why they become generals is not because they can see farther by standing higher, but because they can see further than others first, so that they are qualified to stand higher.
As Liu Lang said, those prisoners of war have done a very good job. They did not surrender under the guns of the Japanese invaders. They deserve the right to choose again given to them by Liu Lang. They are all very ordinary people.
Not everyone wants to be a hero, including the generals and soldiers who are still standing on the battlefield. Not many people want to be heroes.
Picking up a gun and going to the battlefield is more out of helplessness. Whether it is because their hometown is occupied, or whether it is because they feel that "if there is no skin left, the hair will be attached", they angrily pick up the gun and start to resist, more
People actually just want to live an ordinary life and be a good husband, a good father and a good son.
Therefore, they can only wait patiently. Even if all the prisoners of war who have spent a lot of energy, money and food in exchange are gone, they can only watch here.
On the other side, the future general could no longer bear it.
"Brother! My dear brother! It's time to go out. If you don't go out, everyone will soon be gone." The future general almost begged Liu Lang, who had been looking ahead calmly, with a drink he had never lit in his mouth.
The cigarette lit a fire, "Brother, I beg you, these soldiers are all good soldiers! Just because they didn't surrender, they are Chinese people with a bit of backbone. As long as they get to my unit, they will do well."
With education, you can become a good man."
Liu Lang's eyes were full of desolation.
After thinking for a long time, he finally said: "Brigadier Chen, I don't know if you believe it or not, but I actually hope they all leave."
"This..." The future general was slightly startled, "Why?"
"Because, because they all want to live, they all have too many concerns, and behind them is a family." Liu Lang took a puff of cigarette in silence, blowing out a burst of thick smoke, "Maybe they all belong to the family.
One of their pillars of support died in battle, and the whole family died of starvation. From the moment they were captured, they had lost all protection. I just wanted to give their family a hope. Although I knew I was a little naive, how could I do it under the overwhelming pressure of the whole family?
Are you pregnant? But, Brigadier Chen, please let me do whatever I want for a while."
Of course, Liu Lang knew best about the security of the national army during this period. Perhaps except for the troops directly related to the bald principal of the Central Army who had certain disability and battle death pensions, almost none of the other warlord troops could send home letters from those who died in battle.
The house is pretty good.
Even for the Central Army, the disability and combat death allowances are only about ten yuan, which is shockingly low.
This is simply a common problem of the Chinese nation throughout modern history. In the war against jungle monkeys in the future, the allowance paid to the families of martyrs was only 500 yuan. Although it did not seem too small in that era, many mothers went to
I can't even take a look at my son's tombstone at the border because the cost of traveling is too high.
Liu Lang clearly remembered that when his father, who was already a deputy military officer, talked about the heroism of his 18-year-old comrade when he died in the jungle, he did not cry, but when he talked about the young comrade's mother, it took ten years.
The moment I had the opportunity to touch his tombstone, I burst into tears.
An army major general who carries the title of commander of the main infantry division with a golden general star on his shoulders talks about the moment when he looked at the 50-year-old comrade's mother's hair full of gray hair. In front of his son, he put down
I lost all strength and burst into tears.
From the moment he and his comrades stepped onto the battlefield, or to be more precise, the moment they picked up their guns and started charging under military orders, most of them did not have much fear of death.
Because what goes deep into their bones is the military regulations that have been repeated in the Republic's army for decades: Soldiers have a bounden duty to obey orders. When given a military order, even if they die, they must fall facing the enemy's position.
However, they are still concerned, fearing that their mother will be sad. They are so afraid of their mother that they can't even take a look at their son's tombstone.
The white-haired mother touched her son's cold tombstone after more than ten years. The white hair and the tombstone touched gently, just like the scene when the son cuddled in his mother's arms as a child. It was almost the entire era.
The pain and sorrow of all Chinese soldiers.
And all this is because of poverty.
War is the most terrible money-burning machine. Supporting a war has almost burned away a nation's wealth. What ability does a country that is not wealthy enough have to appease those families who have sacrificed their lives for the motherland and nation?
This in itself is a dilemma.
Therefore, in this era, Liu Lang has never sang praises for the country and the people from the beginning. He worked hard to make money, just hoping to tell his brothers that you will die with me for this nation, but
Don't worry, your family will be fine.
From the beginning of the magnificent Patriotic War to the future Republic, it was these ordinary soldiers who received low pay and no pension, but they still became the backbone of this country and nation. They fought for this country and the nation.
During the entire Great Patriotic War, there were more than 3 million casualties, which proved their bravery. And all this was while they knew full well that there would be no compensation.
Chinese soldiers have always been the best soldiers on the planet.
Do you also know that there are no eggs left in the house? If they can't die, we can just die casually? The future general wanted to point at Liu Lang's nose to refute, but when he saw Liu Lang, who has always been ruthless, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
He was desolate, but he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips. He could only stamp his feet and say, "You can do whatever you want!"
Yes, Liu Lang has a softness in his heart that no one knows, especially when the lieutenant and company commander checked his queue, and the soldier cried and replied that his soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but they were hungry because they refused to surrender.
The moment he died in a prisoner of war camp.
Liu Lang was willing to give them another chance to choose the future and give their family a chance. That moment brought back memories of Liu Lang from the future. He was not the iron-blooded regiment leader who ordered the bombardment of his own positions, nor was he just at the swearing-in ceremony with his newlywed wife.
He is an ordinary Chinese who has no nostalgia for the Chinese soldier who has no regrets when he gets married and then rushes to the battlefield.
Letting them choose their own future is both a test and a release. Perhaps, they will still live in misery, in this country's most critical moment, but no matter what, they are still alive.
Because Liu Lang knew very well that the war had just begun. No matter whether these prisoners of war joined the Independent Regiment, the 129th Division, or the 17th Division, they would fight on the most dangerous battlefield in China. It is very likely that his Independent Regiment
It will be transferred to Songhu, which has become a flesh-and-blood mill. The 129th Division will also move to the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Plain. The 17th Division will naturally go to Zhongtiao Mountain where casualties once exceeded 40,000 a day.
Of all the people here, not even one in ten can survive until the end of the war.
However, the number of people who left gradually became fewer and fewer, and eventually, there were no more.
The Xuexi camp who was standing on the hillside gradually walked down the mountain, walked into the queue of prisoners of war, and stood upright.
Looking at them from a distance, Liu Lang couldn't help but feel a little sore in his nose.
Although he left no less than 5,000 people, the fact that he could leave so many behind was really beyond his expectation.
For human nature, only after experiencing life and death can we know the preciousness of life. Choosing to leave is the most correct choice for ordinary people. But these prisoners of war, these soldiers who should be composed of the most ordinary Chinese people, chose not to be ordinary people.
The choice to make.
After extinguishing his cigarette, Liu Lang strode out.
Since they chose to stay, it was his turn to surprise them and let them know that they would not regret making such a choice.
This time, there were no generals around, and only Liu Lang strode into the valley alone.
The prisoners of war who were still standing looked at Liu Lang coming over again. They all puffed up their chests and lifted up their legs, which were already so sore. They tried to stand up straight and looked back at the colonel who stood in front of them and looked at them.
But this time, there was no previous hatred in his eyes, but more shame and gratitude.
Ashamed because more people than they imagined who chose to stay left, leaving like cowards; thankfully, the seemingly ruthless but very humane colonel in front of them not only respected
Even though they made a cowardly choice, they even fulfilled their promise and gave everyone travel expenses and clothes, which was enough to support them in returning home.
But, this time, he should call them trash again!
When he sensed Liu Lang's gaze sweeping over him, the lieutenant who stood back in the first row lowered his head in humiliation. He was ready to receive the officer's ridicule.
His infantry company had at least one infantry squad. Those brothers were not as strong as he thought.