Instead, he was laughing fiercely, and he was laughing a little too hard.
Because, although he was smiling, no one felt how happy he was, but more of a kind of sadness.
Liu Lang's eyes were so bright that the prisoners of war all had the illusion that the light flashing in the eyes of that ruthless man was tears?
How is that possible?
"Are you all waiting for me to laugh at you again and call you trash?" Liu Lang's metallic voice penetrated the audience, "Then, you lowered your heads and were forced to endure it because thousands of your companions left cowardly.
.Because they did not pick up their guns again to face the Japanese, wash away the shame and take back our land and our hometown, as you imagined."
"Yes, you are right. You are indeed rubbish. A hundred thousand troops have lost all of North China after resisting for less than a month, even if the opponent is nearly two hundred thousand Japanese pirates who are armed to the teeth. You have let all the people in North China lose.
From now on, the fellow villagers have been under the iron heel of the Japanese invaders. What do you mean, your North China Army is nothing but rubbish?" Liu Lang's ruthless ridicule and blow made all the prisoners of war lower their heads in humiliation.
Many people had tears in their eyes, or even burst into tears.
That damn fat man was absolutely right. They were indeed rubbish. An army of 100,000 people only withstood them for less than a month before losing their hometown.
Yes, it’s my hometown.
Fifteen thousand people present have not left, and at least 50% of them do not want to leave, but have nowhere to go. They are all from Hebei, and their hometown has been lost. How can they
Where to go? With five dollars, go to Shanxi, Shaanxi, or Sichuan to be a beggar sleeping on the street? If so, they would rather pick up a gun here and fight the Japanese, maybe one day they can return to their hometown.
Home is the softest corner in everyone's heart. Even if he is a tough guy who is subjected to the iron whip of the Japanese invaders, he has never shed a tear.
Lieutenant, tears were already streaming down his face.
"But you are just a bunch of rubbish. Although I don't want to admit it, but..." Liu Lang looked around the audience, looking at the prisoners of war with drooped heads, and a "ferocious" smile appeared on his face again, "
But I still have to say that I am proud of you."
The prisoners of war suddenly raised their heads and looked at this fat man in disbelief.
What did he say? Was he proud of us?
"Yes, that's right, I'm proud of you bastards." Liu Lang's voice was like a bell, deafening. "The most difficult thing for people is not failure, but how to face failure. You have failed before, and many of you have failed.
Choosing to be weak and accepting failure is the most normal choice, because we are all ordinary people, and no one is born a hero.
But you, standing in front of me, have made me proud of you since the moment you chose to stand here. No matter what your reasons are, you have not left, you are more than just an ordinary Chinese
People, but, a true Chinese soldier. You are qualified to be my brothers, my comrades, and fight side by side with me and my brothers."
He said he was proud of us and called us soldiers and comrades-in-arms. The prisoners burst into tears of surprise and stood up straighter involuntarily. Even their extremely tired legs seemed to be less sore. At that moment,
They just want to follow the figure that makes them proud, even if they just stand as straight as him.
"This son's future is limitless! There is someone who will succeed General Liu of Sichuan Province." Tang Huaiyuan, who stood by the mountain pass and listened quietly to Liu Lang's words, said sincerely in admiration.
"If the Military and Political Ministry still only awards him a medal this time, I, Old Zhao, will have to appeal to the theater headquarters for injustice." Lieutenant General Zhao also expressed his love for Liu Lang at this moment.
"Hehe, this little guy Liu Lang has always been amazingly talented. This is not the first time we have met, so don't praise him anymore. We should worry about ourselves first!" The future military god chuckled slightly, "This time he
I have won the hearts of these more than 10,000 veterans, everyone, you should worry about the food in our bowls first!"
"Oh! That's right." A wry smile appeared on Zhao Shoushan's face, "I forgot about this. If he recruits troops in the name of the 22nd Army, I dare say that all the tens of thousands of people can outrun him.
Do you believe that the 22nd Army is going?"
"Sir, why don't you take turns to go up and lecture me?" the future general on the side suggested with a wink.
"Haha, why don't you go, Brigadier Chen? You, Brigadier Chen, are the protégés of the famous Huangpu Three Heroes, the absolute leader among the thousands of generals in our army. You go, do what you want to do to those prisoners of war.
His influence is definitely no worse than that of Colonel Liu, and he also increases the popularity of your 129th Division." Lieutenant General Tang joked.
If he had been replaced by an ordinary major general, Tang Huaiyuan, who attaches great importance to military rules, would probably not pay attention to him. But the future general is the only exception among these many generals. If he were not in the Red Party, he would have a good chance of becoming a general, not to mention a general!
At least one lieutenant general has not escaped, and he is the chief officer of the main force of German weapons. Coupled with his complicated old relationships in the national army, not to mention Tang Huaiyuan, I am afraid even Commander Huang will have to
Be polite.
"Okay, Commander Tang, please don't hurt me." The future general shook his head like a rattle, "I'm going to be a foil for that kid. If I don't go, I won't go."
"Haha!" Several generals laughed, but there was a hint of horror in their eyes.
There are not many people in the world who can put Major General Chen, one of the famous Huangpu Three Heroes, to shame!
"Come, lieutenant, tell me your name and your serial number." Liu Lang suddenly pointed his finger at the lieutenant who was standing in the queue with tears streaming down his face, and asked loudly.
"Sir, Lieutenant Commander Li Keshang of the 6th Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 29th Independent 39th Brigade of the 29th Army is reporting to you." The pointed lieutenant strode out of the queue, with red eyes and tried his best to approach Liu Lang.
Report loudly.
"Lieutenant Li, have you forgotten the etiquette in the military?" Liu Lang yelled with dissatisfaction.
"Sir, Li Keshang, Lieutenant Commander of the 6th Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 29th Independent 39th Brigade of the 29th Army, is reporting to you." A somewhat confused Li Keshang suddenly woke up and raised his hand to his eyebrows.
A standard military salute and a loud report again.
"Very good! Lieutenant Li, on behalf of the Jindong War Zone, I welcome you and your brothers home. Please return to the team." Liu Lang stood at attention like him without hesitation and returned the greeting.
"Yes!" Li Keshang held his chest high and his head high. With tears in his eyes, he turned around and returned to the queue.
Not because of the honor of being named and reported by Liu Lang alone, but because he, like more than 10,000 former prisoners of war brothers, was recognized again.
As Liu Lang returned the gift, the excitement on the faces of the prisoners of war was beyond words. That was their identity as soldiers was recognized again. From this moment on, they were no longer prisoners of war, but Chinese soldiers.
After returning the salute to the lieutenant, Liu Lang turned his attention to the prisoners of war again, stood at attention and saluted again, "This time, I do not represent the Jindong War Zone, nor do I represent anyone else. I only represent myself. Welcome, brothers, to go home."
"Salute, sir!" Li Keshang suddenly shouted.
The prisoners of war raised their hands in unison and saluted the man who "despised" them but was proud of them again. They hated the fat man in front of them, but they were even more grateful to him.
As Liu Lang said, they have "junk" reasons, but they also have the capital of pride.
Because they still dare to fight, as does everyone here.
"You have gone home and made your choice. Next, you may be dispersed and assigned to various units to regain the glory of your old units such as the 29th Army and the 53rd Army, and regain your achievements.
The dignity of a soldier. But I still have to say something ugly." After Liu Lang put down his hand, he looked around the audience and suddenly said sternly. "I don't know how many people in your team are under the intimidation of the Japanese army.
How many of them rebelled and surrendered to the enemy under the inducement, and how many of them were not real prisoners of war but Japanese Japs who tried their best to sneak them in? But now, I am still willing to give these weaklings a chance, for the sake of the fact that we are all compatriots and the same race.
Give these people one last chance."
He pointed his hand towards the mountain pass and said, "I won't give you travel expenses. If you come out voluntarily, you can leave. Ten buns for each person is enough to ensure that you will not starve to death within ten days."
"But if I find out, then the entire eastern Shanxi front can use a Japanese invader division as a medal, not to mention using a bunch of idiots who have forgotten their ancestors to add a little red to the medal." Liu Lang's face.
Covered with frost.
It was so quiet in the queue that you could almost hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere was almost stagnant. Everyone knew that Liu Lang's words were not empty nonsense, except for the Japanese in the Shimen Prisoner of War Camp.
Among the more than 5,000 people who had no time to prepare, and the remaining more than 10,000 people, as long as the Japanese were not stupid, they would definitely do something.
The prisoner-of-war camp was changed back and forth several times on the first night. When boarding the train, the original queue was reorganized and the number of people was reorganized. The prisoner-of-war camp was originally from the 29th Army and the Central Army on the North China battlefield, and the Northeast Army.
It is normal for the personnel of the army divisions, brigades and regiments to not know each other. Once this was disrupted again, it was even easier for the Japanese to send in dozens of spies.
"When you took off your shirts on the Japanese army's position, the remaining fat layer and scars on your body have been recorded by my people." Liu Lang reached back and stretched out his hand.
Good record report. "Would you like me to click on a few prisoner of war numbers so that everyone can take a good look? I stayed in the prisoner of war camp for two months and my skin was still smooth, white and tender."
"Oh! I'm afraid you still don't quite understand the relationship between fat and hunger. Then let me give you some popular science. The human body is amazing. It will not consume fat during short-term hunger, and will even actively store it.
Fat is used to cope with possible energy shortages. In other words, only long-term hunger will allow the body to burn fat and make people thinner. This is why in extreme cases, women will always live longer than men.
.Because they are a little fatter than us." Liu Lang suddenly bared his teeth and smiled.
The white teeth are healthy and sunny, and the jokes are hilarious. However, at least more than 20 people in the queue did not laugh, and their hearts were as deep as ice.
The beautiful reporter, on the other hand, raised her eyebrows and wrote fiercely in her notebook.