I want to be a good person

Fighting the Japanese was their only obsession. They ran around that night and checked the bank vaults, but found them all empty. The National Government had always been an expert at moving gold, silver and treasures to make money.

The current focus is to fight the wars of the past few years and not participate in the civil war. The road has been paved. One day, we will ask them to write a donation receipt and sign and seal it. The amount will definitely be worth more than ten thousand taels of gold.

As for Southeast Asia, due to the extreme geopolitical tug of war, if you have the idea of ​​going solo, countless hands will reach out to crush you.

I was hesitating and still looking for an excuse to convince myself to withdraw. The probability of dying on the battlefield was too high and I would be in danger of death.

Do you have faith?

The true faith is what can sustain you to survive!

"Cough cough!"

"Brothers, let's fight the Japanese face to face. Even if we die, as long as we are not shot from behind, we can be heroes again in 18 years!"

"If you get injured or disabled, I will take care of you. If you die, I will provide you with money for your burial and pension. You will get everything you need!"

Having said that, Zhang Aiguo paused and continued.

"If you have a child that you can't put down, I'll help you take care of it. Forget about your wife, she has to work. I have enough at home, and I'm not an old man. That's all I have to say."

"Ha ha ha ha"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

“Brothers, don’t bring shame to our ancestors, and come to this world without regrets!”

The soldiers lined up to listen to Zhang Aiguo's speech. Ideological classes are compulsory and only with unified thoughts can we have combat effectiveness.

"Okay, let's have dinner. I think everyone is getting impatient."

The meat stewed with Chinese cabbage and all kinds of other things were cooked in one pot, with a fragrant aroma. The soldiers also drooled at the steamed buns made of two-grain flour and the white rice.

"Eat slowly and don't choke."

"It's easy to eat too much the first time. That's because you want to be full. You just want to have a meal."

"Everyone, pay attention!"

"I'm talking about you. Give him the kettle and drink some water."

"There is still food. Just follow the commander and fight bravely! Listen to the commander's instructions."

"Uh~uh~uh"

With his mouth full, he could only make this sound of recognition.

"Sir, that's it..."

Gao Deli and Jia Bisheng vividly described the episodes of upholding justice and promoting the truth.

Truth works. The special people were very reasonable and responded enthusiastically. They would rather not eat than not reward the soldiers. They shed tears of excitement. The reaction was so strong.

"When it's cold, I can cook a whole day's worth of meals at once. But when the fight really starts, I won't have time."

"Yes, we hid underground. It was too difficult. There was a lot of smoke, which meant it was bombardment. The Japanese were really no good."

"Have you divided the personnel?"

"It's divided."

"I'm giving you four guns to protect yourself at critical moments."

Zhang Aiguo took out four seven-note pistols along with the bullets in the holster.

"This? This."

The four men looked at each other. Their superiors would not issue guns to them, and they had never heard of such guns being issued.

"I bought it with my own money. I use it as a portable machine gun during wars and as a sidearm for self-defense. It's inconvenient to carry a long gun."

"Thank you, sir."

"Choose good candidates who are good at shooting, and equip our old brothers with double guns first."

The soldiers were practicing rifle shooting. There was a small pile of lime on the wooden board. As long as white smoke came out, the shooting was considered a pass.

"You need to be taught how to throw a grenade, otherwise you might end up blowing yourself up if you can't throw it."

"Also, choose someone with a strong sense of direction and hand feel. I have a few grenade launchers used by the Japanese here, and actual combat is perfect for training!"

Zhang Aiguo took out cigarettes and distributed them to everyone one by one, and Wu Haoran helped to light them with matches.

Take a puff and exhale an irregular smoke ring.

"I have something to tell you. I'm fine fighting alone, but when it comes to deploying troops and marching to fight, a dozen people are fine. With more people, it's difficult."

"Sir, you are too modest."

When Zhang Aiguo heard this, he quickly stopped it.

"To be honest, I treat you as brothers. You are graduates of military academies, while I am lucky because of my skill in artillery fire. So, you guys should take care of recruiting and training soldiers, while I will take care of military equipment, food and wages, and work as an instructor."

"Sir, we don't have that intention. Brothers, you have the final say."

"I trust you. Why do you join the army? To have enough food, clothes and salary. These are the most basic requirements, right?"

"Yes"

"Yes"

……

The four of them quickly spoke up in agreement, not daring to fight for military power.

Which small-time superior is willing to give up? Otherwise, the reform is so difficult and the reduction of numbers cannot be carried out because there are too many selfish motives.

Zhang Aiguo thinks that they should have self-knowledge, control the supply, and take more ideological education classes. He believes that they will not be able to cause any waves. Professionals should do professional things.

As long as the betrayal doesn't endanger anyone's life, I can just walk away.

By now, all the troops in Shanghai should have been evacuated.

There are no domestic ties, and the longer the war goes on, the more worried we become. The drawbacks always exist, and the grassroots people are not treated as human beings.

"Remember, we have so few people that we cannot pursue high ranks. If we brag too much, what will we do if our superiors really use half a company as a regiment?"

I was promoted to colonel, but the people below me didn't catch up, so they must have some thoughts.

"The sir has foresight."

"We will explain it clearly to the brothers."

"We are confident that we can pull together a team."

"Well, I don't want any officers at all. I'll give priority to my old brothers."

"We need elite soldiers. We can't afford to support too many people. We need reinforcements."

After Zhang Aiguo finished speaking, Gao Deli wanted to say something but didn't want to say anything, feeling a little awkward.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be like a woman and hesitate all the time!"

"Sir, we are actually very well equipped. We have armored vehicles, trucks, machine guns and submachine guns. We are better than the 88th Division."

The burning left over from the bombing in the distance flickered.

"We will also be on the move tomorrow. Hide the vehicle and keep the driver on guard. They are the hope of the entire regiment."

Several people discussed the next plan. Zhang Aiguo held the idea that three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang, and everyone worked together to come up with a plan. There was a lot of noise outside the camp.

"Go and see!"

"Snapped"

"Kang Dang"

Damn, did you break your rice bowl?

"Brothers, copy the guy!"

There was a sound of a bolt being pulled.

"crash"

Zhang Aiguo was worried something might happen, so he ran over quickly.

The veteran had already set up the machine gun.

A major staff officer was trembling all over, suppressing his panic, and sweating profusely under the muzzle of the gun.

When is a knife sharpest? When it is half drawn.

"what happened?"

"Report to the commander, this commander is causing trouble and destroying the brothers' meals."

Zhang Aiguo was immediately furious.

"Fuck, what's wrong? You're leaving no chance for our brothers to survive!"

On the battlefield, breaking the rice bowl is a big taboo!

"I am Song Ji, a major staff officer of the 88th Division. I am under the order of General Sun to bring back the criminals who robbed Yixiang Garden. Please cooperate with me, sir!"

The staff officer forced himself to remain calm, his voice trembling slightly, and there was a thug from a brothel beside him.

"Robbery? What did you rob?"

"Meat, vegetables, rice, noodles"

"Nonsense, Gao Deli, you tell me."

"Yes!"

Gao Deli briefly described the situation of suspected Japanese spies entering and leaving Yixiang Garden that he had discovered, and added a sentence at the end.

"Sir, the brothel offered food and repeatedly said that there would be no food. They also said that it was Commander Sun's godmother, so we returned it. That's the situation."

The soldiers were still facing each other tensely, the black muzzles of their guns gleaming coldly.

"Put your guns down first! Don't point them at our own people! We are all here to fight the devils!"

Zhang Aiguo felt that it was not a big deal and it would be ugly if it got out of hand.

Wu Haoran and the other four signaled and shouted, "Put away your guns!"

"You, you, damn it, you're like this just after a full meal, why don't you go to heaven!"

The tense atmosphere eased and Staff Officer Song wiped the sweat from his forehead.

If you are hit by a machine gun, you will die without a complete body. This is not a joke.

"Coach Song, ignorance is not a crime. If we had known it was Officer Sun's godmother, we would have turned a blind eye to it."

"But it happened, and it has to be resolved. I think we should give him some money as compensation. What do you think?"

After the defeat, Commander Sun was hiding in a brothel. This is a great favor to save his life...