But no matter what, Liu Lang had to give an explanation to the honest villager in front of him who was looking for his brother.
"Brother, your brother Shi Xiaoshuan is indeed a hero. Not only did he kill two Japanese Japs by himself, our major general who killed the Japanese Japs also had his share of credit, but he died." Liu Lang said solemnly.
Looking at the middle-aged man who was motionless as if struck by lightning, with tears streaming down his eyes, Liu Lang sighed and said to Chi Dakui: "Take Second Lieutenant Chi's spirit box and his medal."
Give it to his family and his pension."
When setting off from Shanghai, in addition to the five family members of disabled soldiers who saw the newspaper and went to Shanghai to collect their belongings, the urns, medals and pensions of the remaining fifteen people whose families had not been found were all carried by Chi Dakui and Zhao Ergou.
I hope to help them send all these relics home in the future. They are still on the train together with the equipment.
Without Chi Dakui's orders, Zhao Ergou and the other four remaining soldiers, including Ji Yanxue, rushed out together and delivered Shi Xiaoshuan's relics to the scene in a short time.
"This is Lieutenant Shi's relic, please keep it." Liu Lang solemnly handed the urn Ji Yanxue held in his arms, a tripod medal, and a bag containing 200 coins to Shi, who had not said a word.
Big head in hand.
It was only at this moment that Shi Datou, who was holding the urn in his arms, sat down on the ground and cried loudly: "Xiao Shuan, you are a coward. You refused to listen to me when I told you not to become a soldier. Now it's okay. A living person has become one."
The bones in the box are crumbling, how can you tell me?"
"Salute..." Liu Lang silently stepped back and solemnly gave a military salute to the honest man who was sitting on the ground, crying and scolding his brother.
The soldiers who had been watching all this in silence all stood at attention, followed their commander, and gave a standard military salute to the crying man in the center of the field.
The hand that was level with the brim of the hat could not be put down for a long time.
That man could withstand this military salute because of the hero he embraced and because of himself. What he represented was what every soldier wanted to protect.
"Ri Nen is a good boy, Shi Datou is so awesome now, Commander Liu is saluting him!" A soldier standing watching from a distance couldn't help but be speechless when he saw this scene.
"Shut up, I know. You all must remember this. When you meet Shi Datou from now on, you will all call him Brother Big Tou. Do you hear me?" The sergeant wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and scolded.
To have your eldest brother be saluted like this by a commander, this is the so-called glory! If the brother in the box saw this scene, he should be happy even if he died! The sergeant squad leader never thought that he would treat a person who has passed away
People would be so envious.
Shi Datou cried for a while, hugged the urn tightly with one arm, and firmly grasped the Baoding Medal that represented his brother's glorious testimony with one hand, and murmured to himself: "Brother, let's go, brother will take the lead."
You go home and see Da."
Ignoring the bag filled with cash on the ground, he turned around and left with a faltering step.
Silently holding Ji Yanxue, who was crying profusely and trying to catch up, Liu Lang shook his head slightly. It wasn't until the bald figure disappeared at the entrance of the alley in the distance that Liu Lang signaled Chi Dakui to pick up the money bag and chase after him.
He announced the disbandment order, and after all the soldiers left under the leadership of the chief officers of each department, Liu Lang said to Yu Xiancheng and Liang Wenzhong, who had been observing silently: "You two should go shopping too. If you miss today, we are in Shaanxi
But it’s not that leisurely.”
After saying that, together with Ji Yanxue, Chen Yunfa and Mao Mao who had been standing aside waiting, the four of them walked in the direction where Chi Dakui chased him.
Yu Xiancheng and Liang Wenzhong looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and walked towards the small town in two different directions without going together.
Two people with different personalities may not become good friends, but this does not prevent them from reaching a consensus: They should be lucky this time to meet a good commander who is considerate of his subordinates. There may be many generals who can salute their soldiers.
But not many can salute the families of soldiers.
The small town is naturally not too big, but it doesn't look like my own home at a glance. After all, this is a town with a population of thirty to forty thousand people.
The alleys are one after another, and the houses are all made of loess, with yellow walls and black tiles. The styles are almost identical. If you don't ask for directions, even Mo Mao Mao, who is good at finding roads in the mountains, feels that he will be in a daze. At least,
He didn't think he could find the middle-aged uncle just now. It was possible that a blind cat caught a dead mouse.
But Liu Lang just took them around and around in several interlocking alleys, and stopped in front of an extremely simple house with determination.
"Master, how did you do that?" Hearing the familiar Chi Dakui's rough questioning voice coming from the door, Mo Mao Mao turned his head to look at the fat commander and could not find anything else but worship in his eyes.
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I'm afraid, the chief's nose is a dog's nose! No, it is the nose of the best hunting dog. Mo Xiaomao can only find this reason in his head. Otherwise, what else can explain it?
"It's very simple, be diligent in thinking and pay attention to observation." Liu Lang smiled slightly, dropped a few words, and pushed the door open.
Battlefield tracking is an extremely complex subject. It is a combination of trace science, psychology, logic and other mathematical disciplines. It cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
You should know that Liu Lang, who had joined Long Yan's army for four years, spent three full months to find Aimu and kill him in the vast and desolate land of West Asia. He only gained a good reputation as an instructor in the subject of battlefield tracking.
evaluation. However, until time travel, Liu Lang did not know that he was also the only soldier in Long Yan's army who received a "good" evaluation in the battlefield tracking project since the records were recorded. Most of them only received qualified
Just an evaluation.
In such a small town, it was too easy for Liu Lang to find two people with such obvious goals.
"Be diligent in thinking and pay attention to observation." Mo Mao Mao silently recited the eight-character motto Liu Lang casually said in his heart, and his eyes lit up.
Although Liu Lang's eight characters are simple, they are very consistent with his father and grandfather's philosophy of tracking prey in the mountains. Mo Mao Mao believes that one day he will become a leader.
Naturally, Liu Lang didn't know what kind of existence his eight simple words would create. Five years later, he, who had already returned to his peak, would be tracking, lurking, and sniping with a certain two people.
Compared with other groups, it can only be compared with others.