In fact... Liao Mingyu also understood the meaning of Long Wenwen's words. As a commander and combatant, he is responsible for his own life and for the soldiers under his command. Those who act out of their will on the battlefield will be the first to die.
He just wanted these brothers who were the first to follow him to learn to fight, and use his actions and personality charm to leave an indelible will in their hearts.
When the army expands in the future, they will be able to take root and sprout like seeds, imprinting something called a military soul on the entire army!
The fifty or sixty soldiers who are still alive are all his treasures and the backbone of his main force in the future. He is reluctant to sacrifice these people casually.
Think about it, Liao Mingyu is just a human being with naked eyes. He may have better fighting skills and more accurate marksmanship, but it is impossible to defeat one against a hundred on the battlefield. Just a bullet or a bomb can kill you.
Just now, if I had run slower, the bullet would have hit my chest directly instead of grazing my arm!
The one who survives a war in the end is not necessarily the most powerful soldier, but it must be the luckiest and most experienced veteran.
The battlefield is always a place where it is easy for people to think wildly, but now is not the time to think wildly.
After stubbing out the cigarette that was almost burning on his fingers, Liao Mingyu took a deep breath and regained his previous confident and determined expression.
"Regiment... Captain, your arm is still bleeding. Do you want... to bandage it?" A young soldier held a first-aid kit in his hand and asked timidly.
Liao Mingyu turned to look at him. This was the young soldier who had been following Vet Hao. His name seemed to be Li Erwa.
He remembered that when he was boosting the morale of the defeated soldiers in the Sichuan Legion compound, Li Erwa was the loudest shouter among the cannon fodder.
"Okay, bandage it for me." Liao Mingyu smiled softly and took off his coat, revealing his strong arms.
There was a deep bloody mark on his left arm from the kid's rifle bullet, and some blood was still slowly flowing out from the wound. Li Erwa carefully disinfected him, applied medicine, and finally wrapped him with clean gauze.
"Did the veterinarian teach you these?" Liao Mingyu asked.
"Hey, it was Uncle Hao who taught me this. He said I was careful and asked me to take care of the wounded with him." Li Erwa scratched her head in embarrassment and spoke honestly in her hometown Guizhou dialect.
"Are you from Guizhou?"
"Yes, my hometown is Zunyi, Guizhou..."
After chatting for a while and looking at Liao Mingyu who had no airs at all, Li Erwa's nervous heart gradually relaxed. Slowly opened the conversation.
"Captain, you were so fierce just now. Two of you dared to rush forward risking bullets. I wish I could be like you."
"Actually, as we all know just now, if the Japanese heavy machine gun fires like usual, the officers will call us to rush forward, and many people will definitely die. Unexpectedly, Captain, you actually rushed forward directly, and we are all fine I admire you." Li Erwa said sincerely, looking at Liao Mingyu with eyes full of respect.
Hearing these words, Liao Mingyu burst into laughter, patted his shoulder, and said to him solemnly: "No one in our Sichuan Army is a coward, you are all good."
At this moment, a strange noise suddenly came from the jungle not far away. The grass and shrubs were rustling and swaying, and everyone pointed their guns there vigilantly, instinctively thinking that someone was hiding inside.
"Come out! I've seen you. If you don't come out, I'll treat you to bullets!" Yaoma opened the bolt of the submachine gun and shouted toward the bush.
After a while, two soldiers wearing the uniforms of the Expeditionary Force walked out with their hands raised in disgrace.
"Sir, don't shoot, we're one of our own!"
Long Wenwen put down the gun in his hand and said meaningfully to the two men: "Oh? I'm one of you, which army are you from? Tell me your army number!"
"We are part of the temporary Ninth Division. Brothers, come out, we've found the commander!" The soldier at the head of the row turned and shouted into the woods.
Suddenly, many figures appeared in the bushes behind, which shocked Long Wenwen.
"Good guy, there are so many people hidden!" Liao Mingyu was also stunned. It's almost impossible to see your fingers in the jungle at night. As long as the cat doesn't make a sound in the bush, sometimes it's not always possible to spot the cat when it gets close.
This group of guys looks like there are at least sixty or seventy people in them. They are all gray-faced and in ragged clothes. Few of them have guns in their hands. Some of them are even barefoot and in ragged clothes. They look like beggars. What a difference.
"Sir, I see you won the battle, can you take us home?" the vanguard begged.
"Okay, follow us to fight Xiaodongyang. After the battle, we will go home. When you see Mo, those are the ones we killed," Bula said showing off, carrying the gun.
"We... don't want to fight the Japanese, we just want to go home..." the soldier at the front said softly.
"Haha, go home?" Long Wenwen put his hand on the shoulder of the vanguard and asked him with a smile.
"Yes, sir, please take your brothers home!" the soldier begged again.
"Well, it's good to go home. We have a mother-in-law, a baby, and land at home, right?" Long Wenwen put on a mean expression again and asked the soldier with his arms around his back.
"Hmm..." The soldier was a little confused and could only nod in confusion.
"It's easy to go home. Walk through the forest, reach the Nu River, build a raft and float back to Zenda, and you'll be home. But, under what identity are you going home? Are you a refugee? A beggar? Or...a group of deserters!? "Long Wenwen suddenly said deeply.
The soldier did not answer and lowered his head silently.
"Haha, what about you, what will you tell your mother-in-law and children when you go back? You have never won a battle, but you saved this dog's life by running away?"
Although Long Wenwen was smiling, his eyes were very sharply staring at the group of people. No one dared to look at him, and they all lowered their heads in shame.
"Why don't you want to fight the Japanese?" Liao Mingyu asked coldly.
"The Japs are so...powerful that we can't defeat them at all."
"Yes, everyone who dared to fight will die. We don't want to die."
"Sir, I don't want to run away. Last time, the officer lied to us and said that he would be given clothes and guns when he came, but nothing happened. Many people died. I don't want to die here for no reason."
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Everyone spoke their minds.
Liao Mingyu knew it. The reason why "Shangfeng" sent them to the battlefield in Myanmar is to let them die here in a reasonable and reasonable manner. There is no meaning in the existence of a bunch of cannon fodder who have even been defeated.
Let them die on the battlefield. This group of people can just use this as an excuse to say to the top government officials: "After several days and nights of 'bloody fighting', our army defended the Nu River and successfully repelled the Japanese army at the cost of more than 2,000 people." Attacked and killed 'countless' Japanese troops, but the Japanese troops did not advance at all."
Anyway, the person who died was not his direct lineage, everyone was dead anyway, and the great credit was also theirs. As for these Kuhaha, no one will remember them, and no one will care about their life or death.
"Commander! Within three meters!"
"Here, take your seats!" Meng Fanlao stood at attention and said.
"Tell them the record of our Sichuan Army from yesterday to now!" Liao Mingyu said loudly.
"Yes! Our unit has encountered the Japanese army three times since yesterday. In total, more than 180 Japanese soldiers were killed. 33 of our unit were killed in battle. Countless weapons and ammunition were seized. The report is complete!" Meng Fan's sonorous and powerful voice echoed among the group of defeated soldiers. 's ear. Everyone looked in disbelief.
"Are the Japs really hard to fight? It's just that you don't dare to fight. Don't you want to avenge your comrades who just lay here? Or do you want to be like them and be slaughtered like rabbits by the Japs?"
"Living people should make noise! Living people should go to war! Or, you will continue to be deserters in despair, and you will continue to be targeted by the little devils along the way. Even if you return to your hometown, you will still be stabbed in the back!"
"Either! Follow me and kill the little devils vigorously. After this battle is over, I will take you home!"
After speaking, Liao Mingyu turned around and left without any hesitation, and the soldiers of the Sichuan Army followed their leader without hesitation.
This group of defeated soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.
"Captain, are you no longer trying to persuade those guys?" Meng Fanlao ran over and asked.
"They will come." Liao Mingyu did not speak, but Long Wenwen continued.
He and Liao Mingyu looked at each other and smiled confidently.
"Sir! We've figured it out, let's go with you!" The group of soldiers shouted from behind the room.
Everyone in the Sichuan Army stopped and looked at the group of defeated soldiers who were following them.
"We figured it out, we will follow you to fight the Japanese!"
"Yes, I, Zhang Laoliu, don't want to go back and be a coward. Sir, please give me a gun and let me kill these little devils."
"Sir, I'm done with you!"
"Me too"
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"Commander! Send them all the weapons and ammunition that have just been seized! Those who have not received weapons can temporarily help collect ammunition and take care of the wounded." Liao Mingyu ordered loudly.
"Kang Ya, it's time to use your expertise. Take off the little devil's pants and shoes and put them on for the brothers."
Liao Mingyu couldn't bear it when he saw that many soldiers' clothes and pants were in tatters, and some even had only a pair of underwear. Their gray-haired and gray-faced looks looked like savages.
"Yes!" Everyone hurriedly took action...
Everything was ready, and seeing the newly joined soldiers take on a new look, Liao Mingyu nodded with satisfaction: "Target, Jaap Airport, let's go!"
