I want to be a good person

"dinner time!"

The cook platoon leader knocked on the big wooden barrel and the soldiers swarmed over.

"Are these our soldiers? Where are the rules? Damn it, are they bandits?"

"Even if you are a bandit, you still have to rank up obediently!"

"Clap"

Zhang Aiguo fired two shots into the air, shocking the soldiers.

"Guard Platoon! Maintain order in serving meals. Anyone who does not comply will be punished by military law!"

"Yes!"

The guard platoon now has only 15 people, and with machine guns in their hands, the soldiers like to reason.

It was cold and many soldiers had no quilts or blankets. They fled in a hurry, lying in bed with their clothes on and shivering in the wind.

Some wore cloth shoes, some wore straw sandals, occasionally woven boots or rubber shoes, leather shoes were rare, and many went barefoot.

Gray, bluish, grass green, black, yellow, brown, the clothes they wear are all kinds of different.

The original plan was to march all night, hide during the day and move out at night, quietly stealing some warmth from the sun to sleep, but the objective conditions were hard to describe.

It was a gloomy day, and the further north we went, the colder it felt.

As I walked, I felt a chill on my face. I stretched out my hand, and a crystal clear snowflake disappeared into my palm in an instant.

got windy.

The road under my feet was slowly covered with white carpet, stretching endlessly.

It is well known that a kind person cannot command an army.

In one's life, one is always faced with countless choices, either heaven or hell, and more often than not, there is no choice at all. An unknown hand is driving the development of the plot, and 99.9% of people cannot even make it as extras and are dispensable.

Sometimes, choice is more important than hard work!

"Commander, the brothers can't walk anymore."

Wu Haoran and the other two couldn't bear it and ran over in a hurry.

The howling cold wind was biting and my feet were cold in my military boots.

"Let the barefoot brothers walk in front, and those with good shoes follow behind. Hold on a little longer. There is a small town ahead. I will find a way."

"Yes!"

There must be a pair of shoes and a pair of cotton shoes, but the problem is how to take them out.

"Brothers, persistence is victory. Do you see the town ahead? Once we get there, the regiment commander has a plan to make sure everyone has good food and drink and a pair of cotton shoes."

The guard platoon cooperated, shouting back and forth, and the two marching columns stretched out long.

"You must trust the commander!"

The soldiers adjusted their marching formation as required.

"Why do you let us walk barefoot in front and clear the way in the snow?"

"Fuck you, you know shit. It's not cold when it snows, but when it melts, it's colder. If you walk behind, the road will be harder to walk on, and your feet will get even colder. Do you understand?"

……

The wind carried the sound of the soldiers' whispers.

Even the poorest places have rich people.

There were blue brick and tile houses all over the place. The soldiers waved their hands and surrounded them. Several people built a bridge over each other and jumped into the yard.

As soon as the gate opened, a platoon of guards rushed in.

The guard's gun was confiscated and he squatted on the side with his hands behind his back.

"Hello, sir. Hello, sir."

An old man bowed his head.

"I am sorry for not coming here to welcome you. Please forgive me."

A group of soldiers who could not hide their fear.

"Is there a granary? An underground one?"

Zhang Aiguo doesn't have time to flatter, he's not of that level.

"what?"

The old man hesitated for a moment.

"Snapped"

Hao Xinfeng stepped forward and slapped the old man, knocking him to the ground.

"The commander is asking questions, answer quickly."

The old man covered his swollen face and said vaguely: "Yes, yes."

"take me."

Zhang Aiguo stood up from the high-backed armchair.

"Get up, you"

Hao Xinfeng pulled it up.

"Captain Hao, please don't embarrass the old man."

"Yes, Commander."

He reached out his hand to support the old man, and said with a guilty look: "I'm sorry for not being strict with you!"

The old man stood up tremblingly and led Zhang Aiguo out.

A few people wanted to follow, but were stopped by Zhang Aiguo.

"You wait here, settle the soldiers, and observe military discipline."

"Yes!"

"Old man, do you have any extra food at home that you can sell to us?"

"Sir, yes, yes, no money required, volunteer to serve the troops!"

"Volunteer?"

"Yes, I volunteered. You fought hard for our country. It is an honor for my family that you can donate food."

"it is good."

I am unwilling and dare not say it out loud. Instead of being robbed, it is better to take the initiative. Maybe I can save the lives of my family.

What does it mean to be voluntary? It’s easy to explain.

"Inside the house, sir."

"Okay, you wait here."

Two personal guards stood guard at the door.

The warehouse was full of rice and flour, but the basement in the corner was empty and used as a temporary shelter. There were water tanks, some rice and flour, and dollars.

Walking up and waving hand, the basement was filled with cotton shoes, cotton socks and cotton clothes from the Nanjing military supply warehouse.

"Pass my order, company and platoon officers must assemble immediately."

"Yes."

Although they were exhausted from the march, they stood up and lined up in the courtyard when they heard the order.

"Everyone, we found a large number of cotton shoes and socks in the warehouse. We will now distribute them to the platoons, starting with the cooks."

"Commander, we should start with the strongest ones."

The head of the cook platoon was a little uneasy.

Cooks had a relatively low status in the army, and from time to time some cooks would be fired because of poor food. Lan and Hong had this bad habit at the beginning.

"In my opinion, only by having a full stomach can we win the battle. You are the key. The quartermaster has the money. I will temporarily advance it now. Go ahead and buy as much as you want. The brothers below are too thin."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and tried the wind speed.

"I'm afraid a strong wind will blow it away."

"Hahaha."

"After the cooks are replaced, they will light a fire and cook. There is still a lot of rice and flour in the warehouse, as well as bacon and salted meat. They can be chopped up and cooked into porridge."

"Yes"

"What about firewood?"

Among the necessities of life, firewood is ranked first for a reason.

It was difficult to find firewood for cooking in the Republic of China. People at the bottom of society drank mostly raw water regardless of the cold or heat. Trees in the countryside were basically owned by landlords, and the fallen leaves belonged to the same family every year.

Cutting down a tree costs at least one life. Even an ownerless tree is not allowed. It does not matter whether it was grown naturally or planted by you. If the government says it belongs to you, then it must belong to the government.

You wanna fight?

The truth is always in the hands of a few people. You have to accept it. If you dare to resist, you will face a bleak life.

When the older generation is sick, they are used to drinking more hot water as medicine, which shows how precious firewood is.

"The master has it."

"understood."

"Inform the brothers who are barefoot to rub their feet with snow before putting on shoes and socks."

He was playing with three old-fashioned rifles, 50 rounds of bullets, and three missing magazines that the host had found.

"Do you have a gun license?"

"To answer your question, sir, no."

"This is simply breaking the law, not abiding by the law, and getting away with it. The consequences are very serious!"

"Please spare my life, sir. I am willing to give 300 dollars as military supplies."

The old man was so scared that he knelt on the ground. Occasionally he looked up and saw the gloomy face, and gritted his teeth.

"Gun~, for the commander."

"I am willing to send military rations."

"Okay, be loyal to the government and support the army."

"Adjutant He"

"To!"

"Write a receipt and stamp it."

"Yes!"

"Really want to write it?"

Adjutant He stepped forward and stood beside him, whispering in his ear.

"Write! You must write."

"Yes."

Adjutant He took out a notebook, unscrewed the pen cap, and beautiful running script appeared.

Why is the signature 88th Division?

A small step forward!

Zhang Aiguo shook the receipt in his hand and said, "This boy is teachable!"

I finally became the person I once hated!

It turns out that the disdain in my heart is actually full of envy!