War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 179: Eight words! (Thanks to the 'book friend' for the reward!)

Kuchacha, Kuchacha, Kuchacha, woo~
On the shaky and slow-moving train, Xu Chaoyang finally became disappointed with the entire era.

As he looked at the scenery rushing past the car window, he finally understood what a warlord was and what a direct descendant was.

I understand more clearly what the sadness of this era is.

The reason why the first company appeared on the train was due to an order from Wang Changhai. The order seemed very ordinary, with only one sentence: "The first company should be prepared to escort Song Laoding back to Zhangjiakou."

But the distrust behind this sentence is so clear.

Xu Chaoyang knew that what he said to Song Zheyuan at the regiment headquarters was a bit too much and a bit too much. While he was eager to show his abilities, he also expressed his understanding of the entire specific historical period, which made others wary.

At this time, it was too late for Xu Chaoyang to explain anything. He could only endure the fate playing tricks on him!
"Chaoyang?"

"Chaoyang?"

In the carriage, through the open door, Song Zheyuan called out to him, and the hooked hand seemed to be beckoning him over.

Xu Chaoyang turned and walked into the carriage, standing next to the soft seat.

"Sit there."

Song Zheyuan pointed to the seat opposite him and continued to work on the task at hand.

He was removing excess hair from a wolf-hair brush. He carefully placed the tip of the brush under the sunlight coming in through the car window and reached out to remove the excess hair one by one.

"Not very happy?"

Song Zheyuan said casually without even raising his head.

At the other end of the carriage, there was a pistol team blocking the aisle. The Northwest Army soldiers completely separated Song Zheyuan's carriage from the carriages of ordinary people in order to avoid being disturbed.

"I am here to fight against the Japanese and save our country."

After Xu Chaoyang said this very righteously, it seemed as if he had revealed all the tricks of Song Zheyuan and Wang Changhai, and he looked at the little thoughts of big men with the arrogance of a small man.

Song Zheyuan smiled: "Yeah, that's what I meant."

This time it was Xu Chaoyang's turn to be stunned. He didn't find any ambiguity in this sentence. After all, this was what he thought.

"From Yuan Datou to Li Datou, all of these people in power have memorized this sentence by heart, and now they just say it in a different way." At this point, Song Zheyuan couldn't help laughing: "But who has done it?"

"After setting up the stage, who doesn't go on stage to perform for two days and then start to put gold, silver and jewelry into their pockets?"

Song Zheyuan opened his military uniform pocket and pointed inside, saying, "If they don't fill their pockets and eat until their stomachs are full, who can think of the people? Who can think of this country?"

"It's all the same. After the Northwest Army was gone, when I had no territory and no military pay, didn't I shout the same thing?"

Xu Chaoyang reacted and stared at Song Zheyuan.

Could Song Zheyuan care about him?
He continued, "It's just that the market is not doing well now. Even a little company commander has started to think about 'resisting the Japanese and saving the country'."

"You're mocking me!"

Song Zheyuan responded to his gaze with a smile, facing Xu Chaoyang's gaze and looking back: "Yes."

He even admitted it!
"In 29, I followed Master Feng to overthrow Chiang Kai-shek. I watched as the characters on the stage kept saying 'for the country and the people', but in reality? They were eating up the military funds from Old Man Yan, while they were leading their troops to rob everywhere."

"In 31, the Northwest Army was gone, and an order came down from above. I, who had lost my boss, was only given eight words: 'Immediate suspension, arrest and investigation.'" "What does this have to do with 'the country' or 'the people'?"

"Isn't it the autumn wind that sweeps away the fallen leaves?"

Song Zheyuan continued to fiddle with the wolf-hair brush: "The so-called 'serving the country and the people' is just a game played by the people at the top. When they need it, they use the big banner as an excuse. When they don't need it, ordinary people can hardly even see them."

"I, Song Zheyuan, can only do this. What do you, a small ragtag company commander who also lost his old man, want to do? Don't even mention you. With your old man still here, do you need to be polite when talking to me?"

"I'm just mocking you!"

Song Zheyuan glared, but his anger soon disappeared.

Xu Chaoyang actually saw the same hatred in Song Zheyuan as himself, hatred for the inaction of the entire era.

It turns out that he once had fantasies about this era. Who hasn’t been young?
Among these big guys who have become famous at a young age, which one of them has not had ambitions that would shake the world and make the ghosts cry?
"Chaoyang, it's good to have ideals, but no matter how idealistic you are, you have to eat first, right?"

"In order to have enough food, I had to lead a group of old women in Chengde to grow mulberry trees and raise silkworms. Who cared about me at that time? I yelled to Xiao Liuzi, 'I'm doing this to save the country, why don't you give me food?' Did it work? After I yelled twice, you couldn't even get through on the phone the third time. Do you believe it?"

Every word Song Zheyuan said was true, and every word was his life experience.

"It's normal that Xiao Liuzi doesn't trust me, after all, we are two different families. It's also normal that I don't trust you, because I fucking know a 'Shi Daoge'."

"Chaoyang, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. In this day and age, if you want to work for someone else, there is only one way out. That is to show your true abilities and make them rely on you and cannot do without you."

"Now tell me, no matter how good your company is at fighting, how much use can it have on a real battlefield?"

"Why should I give you my lifeblood, the military repair shop, to mess with, and spend a lot of money to research that gun?"

Xu Chaoyang thought of the squad leader he had when he first joined the army. That squad leader was exactly like Song Zheyuan. They both appeared cold and ruthless in front of outsiders, but only started to reason with you when they turned around.

This is exactly what Song Zheyuan is like.

He understands human nature very well, so it's no wonder that he has so many Northwestern Army soldiers following him and never leaving him.

Xu Chaoyang understood what Song Zheyuan said. What he actually said was: "Why should we recruit more people and weapons to help you make trouble and waste money just because you come? Who are you?"

The eyes of these warlords are still full of the old-fashioned atmosphere of the underworld, and their prejudices are deeply rooted; in their eyes, there is no country, only family, and they think of themselves as the eldest brother who has established a family. Just like the people under Xu Chaoyang, they never feel that they are from this army or that army, they just know that the boss is Xu Chaoyang.

This is the difference. When the red sun rises, the two sides are not in the same weight class at all.

The train was now traveling in a wilderness, and they had just left Duolun. At this moment, the more Xu Chaoyang experienced and the more bumpy the road he walked, the clearer his inner goal became. He kept all the pros and cons in his mind.

boom!
As the carriage gradually calmed down, there was an earth-shaking explosion. The explosion shook the carriage. When Xu Chaoyang looked forward with wide eyes following the sound, he saw black smoke and dust rising in front of him. The train plunged into the air under the emergency brake.

Bah! ! !
The strong braking sound was very harsh in the unsoundproof carriage, and the inertia knocked down all the soldiers standing at the connection between the carriages. Even Xu Chaoyang hit his chest against the wooden table between the two seats, causing pain in his chest.

"what happened!"

Song Zheyuan's back was still against the seat back, and he hadn't yet broken free from inertia when he opened his mouth and asked this question.

The members of the pistol team forcibly pulled the car door and climbed up from the ground. The moment they were about to rush forward, gunshots were heard outside the car window - da da da da da da!
The bullet broke through the car window, and a blood mist burst out directly on the neck of the pistol team soldier. Xu Chaoyang, who had been fighting for many years, was quick and pulled Song Zheyuan down from his seat. At the moment when his cheek was scratched by the flying glass from the bullet, he fell on him.

This is not loyalty, it is a completely subconscious reaction. Xu Chaoyang is used to being both a father and a mother in his own company. Not to mention that the person in front of him is Song Zheyuan, even if any random soldier from the first company was here, he would do the same.

　Thanks to brother 'book friend 160201225611168' for the reward. Thank you very much. I am very grateful.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)