A face-to-face meeting with a historical celebrity completely changed Liu Lang's view of history that he only knew from history books. There are many truths that cannot be told to you by one person or a group of people in words.
In Liu Wenhui, who almost never made mistakes in his choices, Liu Lang felt the wisdom bred by an ancient civilization. Liu Lang did not exchange too many opinions with Liu Wenhui about the upcoming Sichuan War, or Liu Wenhui deliberately avoided it.
This topic did not give him this opportunity.
Instead, he was very interested in Liu Lang's idea of building a fortress on the Guangyuan Sichuan-Shaanxi Highway. After thinking for a long time, he made a small request. Thirty seats for the Liu Lang independent regiment recruits must be reserved for the Liu family.
For this small request, the compensation offered by Liu Wenhui simply exceeded Liu Lang's imagination.
Liu Wenhui will provide Liu Lang with 100,000 kilograms of steel, 50,000 bags of cement, 20,000 cubic meters of logs, 200,000 kilograms of rice, and 5,000 sets of quilts within three months.
Is this a character explosion or the role of the protagonist's halo? Listening to the string of numbers in Liu Wenhui's mouth, Liu Lang's eyes straightened. These necessary living and construction materials are more attractive than arms. However, it is not in the history books.
Could it be that Liu Wenhui's defeat was due to insufficient food and salary and low morale? These things are in short supply that cannot be exchanged for in vain!
"Haha, what are you doing with your big eyes? I think I'm just bragging. I'm telling you, I only have this little possessions, and you won't get the ball no matter how much you want! But, machine guns and cannons, I'm telling you,
You have nothing to do here, you have to go find Lao Jiang." Liu Wenhui looked at his stunned grandnephew and couldn't help laughing.
Obviously, at this time, he was not the provincial chairman, and Liu Lang was not the colonel of the Central Army. He was just an elder who gave good things to the younger generation, even though he was only forty years old at this time.
"Yogong, what are you..." It has to be said that Liu Lang couldn't help but be moved when faced with such a generous gift.
"Hey, this is not for your baby. Who gave you the surname Liu? Remember, anyone who goes to your military camp does not need too much care. Whether they become a dragon or a tiger or a cat or a dog depends on them."
Liu Wenhui smiled, took a deep breath and said: "If little Japan really comes that day, tell them for me that not only are your surnames Liu, but you are also Sichuanese and Chinese, and we, Brother Pao, will never have diarrhea.
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"Yes." Liu Lang's eyes couldn't help but sparkle.
Since Liu Lang came to this time and space, he rarely sheds tears. Even if his compatriots were killed by Japanese invaders, Liu Lang would only be angry and just want to kill all the Japanese invaders to avenge his comrades. But at this moment, Liu Lang burst into tears.
I shed tears for a politician who did not hesitate to launch a campaign for himself and his family that resulted in hundreds of thousands of casualties.
He has great power, he controls hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, and can decide the lives and deaths of millions. He is also a representative of the old class, old warlords and old family forces. If it were not for his pre-war uprising that saved the people of Sichuan Province from destruction, he would have been killed.
Nailed on the historical pillar of shame of the Republic. However, for such a person, when it comes to resisting foreign enemies, he can still pat his chest and say that Brother Pao will never show off his clothes.
No wonder, during the eight years of the Anti-Japanese War, Sichuanese were able to wear straw sandals and go out to Sichuan to fight against the Japanese invaders. Three million people could not have done this without Sichuan generals with national integrity such as Liu Xiang, Liu Wenhui, Yang Sen, and Wang Mingzhang playing a leading role.
China will not perish, nor will China forget. It is precisely because of the millions of Chinese people who are unwilling to give up and will not give up resistance that China has endured eight years unprecedented in history.
"Why are you crying? The Liu family's baby bleeds and doesn't shed tears. I won't keep you anymore. Go back and see your old man. During this time, he has not come to me to ask for news about you." Liu Wenhui smiled slightly.
, patted Liu Lang on the shoulder, turned and left.
Liu Lang watched Liu Wenhui's thin figure disappear into the night intently, knowing very well that it would be difficult to see this elusive but difficult-to-avoid middle-aged man again. According to history,
Four months later, the Second-Liu War would kick off with Liu Xiang's attack on northern Sichuan. Liu Wenhui, who was bound to be defeated half a year later, avoided fighting in Xikang. He did not leave Xikang for Chengdu until the full-scale Anti-Japanese War broke out in 1937. By then, he should have already rushed to Song.
It's a battlefield in Shanghai.
But even Liu Lang didn't expect that when he met Yaogong, who had given him great help, he had already grown from a young man to a middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man was already in his sixties.
This is of course a later story. Liu Lang left the provincial government compound, greeted Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomao who had been waiting for a long time, and left Chengdu overnight.
As a branch of the Liu family in Dayi, Ya'an, Liu Lang's home is not in Dayi, but in Chongzhou, which is directly adjacent to Dayi. It is only more than 40 kilometers away from Chengdu. Although it is dark now, he took a torch and stayed up all night
If you're in a hurry, you should be able to arrive in the middle of the night.
Although the road conditions are not very familiar, it is naturally not a problem for the Republic Blade, who once walked out of the primeval forest by relying on the stars in the sky. Moreover, the roads around Chengdu are much stronger than Liu Lang imagined, and there are even roads with basically the same functions as those of later generations.
Road sign. Liu Lang came to the door of a large house on time at midnight.
The not-so-large vermilion door looked very rich against the backdrop of four pairs of eight large flaming lanterns and two mighty stone lions. The familiar memory of his body told Liu Lang that this was his home, but he didn't know if it had been a long time since he returned.
Because of home, there is a hint of unfamiliarity in the familiarity.
Liu Lang's loyal memory told him that his cheap old man was an extremely cautious person. This can be seen from the fact that when he supplied Liu Wenhui with bullets, he also did not forget to give some to Liu Xiang who was far away in Chongqing. But this was
The eight big red lanterns and the two big stone lions were a bit too cool. Liu Lang couldn't help but grin. If it weren't for the vermilion door not being domineering enough, he would have thought he was at that prince's mansion?
Before Liu Lang could knock on the door, a dark head suddenly appeared on the wall near the door, "I don't know which brother and brother are coming to visit, Liu's house has been closed to thank guests..."
The pure Sichuan accent was paired with nondescript ancient sayings. The combination of the two made Liu Lang burst out laughing, and then he yelled: "Brother Pao is a hammer, Sanchuan'er, you are a melon. You have only been gone for a year, and you don't even recognize me anymore."
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Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomao looked at each other and smiled. The officer had such an easy-to-recognize body shape, but he couldn't even recognize him. This guy must be scolded.
The person on the wall was obviously very frightened. After being stunned for a long time, there was only a muffled "plop" sound. The guy holding the Sichuan dialect and dragging the ancient language fell straight off the wall and did not say a word for a long time.
Just hearing that sound made me feel sad for him. The wall of Liu Lang's house was not high, it was only two or three meters long.
"Master Lang is back, Master Lang is back." A shrill howl sounded from the other side of the wall, resounding through the night sky.
Liu Lang's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.
It's just that the word "Master Lang" doesn't sound good, you screamed so cruelly, it sounded like a wolf coming? Also, you opened the door for me!
PS: I am still grateful. Thank you all for your subscriptions, rewards and monthly tickets on the first day. Fengyue is very grateful. Secondly, I would like to recommend the book "Blood of the Martyrs" by my friends in the military group. It is very exciting. Book lovers who are in a book shortage can read it.