At dawn, the eastern sky slowly becomes white...
The corpses of the little Japanese were all cleared away. The soldiers dug several large pits near the airport, covered them with soil, and buried them hastily. The main concern is that the corpses will rot in this sweltering hot weather, causing stench and disease.
The Sichuan Army soldiers who fought hard all night began to rest. The high-intensity fighting for a day and night made a group of brothers very tired. Soon the tent was filled with loud snoring.
Although it was going to be dawn soon, Liao Mingyu still left two squads of soldiers to continue to guard the surroundings. He did not want to follow the old path of the little devil.
Liao Mingyu couldn't sleep at the moment, because there were so many uneasy things pressing in his heart, and he had to think of a careful plan for the next step.
The sound of the system's task completion and the sound of rewards for killing enemies just kept ringing in Liao Mingyu's mind. He quietly put the Maxim heavy machine gun, grenades, and a batch of remaining ammunition from last time into the armory of the airport. There were also some Japanese equipment in it. Liao Mingyu didn't take a closer look, just waiting for the brothers to arrive tomorrow. Find out for yourself
A man silently patrolled the position. The soldiers on guard noticed that it was their regiment leader who saluted him one after another, but he waved his hand to stop him.
He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. The spicy tobacco smell filled his lungs and lifted his spirits.
He wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep either.
Ayi sat outside the tent, staring blankly at the sky in the distance, with the corners of his eyes slightly red.
Liao Mingyu walked over slowly, but Ayi, who was looking at the lost place in the distance, did not notice that his group leader had walked behind him.
"cough"
"Ah, Tuanzuo, what...can you do?"
Ayi looked at Liao Mingyu and immediately stood up nervously, hurriedly wiping away the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.
"Nothing to do, just wandering around. Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Liao Mingyu asked.
"Oh, some can't sleep."
"Still thinking about what just happened?"
...Ayi remained silent.
"well…"
Sighing, Liao Mingyu said earnestly: "I just want you to understand the cruelty of the battlefield. If you don't kill the enemy, the enemy will kill you. When you don't even have the courage to resist with a gun, then you are nowhere close to death. Far away. That will not only harm yourself, but also your brothers and comrades."
"Tuanzuo, I...I understand, you don't need to explain," Ayi said hurriedly.
Liao Mingyu shook his head. If this matter was so easy to understand, then this war would not have lasted for so many years. There won’t be so many deserters and traitors anymore.
Liao Mingyu didn't say much, casually took out a piece of stuff and handed it to Ayi's hand.
Ayi looked at a silver watch in his hand in surprise. It was the only thing his father left for him. Just for a meal of pork stewed vermicelli, I exchanged this watch for a piece of ocean at Milong's and went to the street to buy that pitifully small piece of pork.
"Tanzuo, how could you have..."
"Well, the day Milong lost to me, I asked for this watch. I originally wanted to give it to you after returning to Zenda." Liao Mingyu explained.
"This is the only thing your father left for you. Don't sell it easily. You have to keep it well. It can be regarded as a memory of him."
"Remember what I said, soldiers, you must be bloody! Follow me and kill the Japanese for no other reason than your father."
Liao Mingyu patted his shoulder, then turned around and strode away.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Ayi was moved to tears. He stood up straight, saluted Liao Mingyu in a standard manner, and said loudly: "Thank you for your support!"
"You idiot, how many times have I told you idiots not to salute me on the battlefield, for fear that the little devil won't know that I am an official, right? I still want to live for two more days!"
Waving his hands, Liao Mingyu muttered as he walked. None of these guys have any worries...
The next day, at around 8 o'clock in the morning, Liao Mingyu had just slept for two hours when he was woken up by Meng Fanglia.
"Tuanzuo, Tuanzuo, a group of people are coming outside, beating gongs and drums and holding up white flags. Please get up and take a look."
"What the hell are you beating the gongs and drums and raising the white flag?" Liao Mingyu asked doubtfully, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Let's go out and take a look!"
When I came out, I saw a group of English soldiers outside the position. They were led by a slightly fat middle-aged officer and slowly walked towards them holding a white flag. And these English soldiers actually had a band behind them.
They beat the snare drum, marched forward in neat steps, and held their heads high. I didn't feel at all that surrender was a shameful thing.
It's normal to surrender if you can't beat them. This is what a gentleman should look like.
"Gentlemen! We surrender. We are ready to accept the protection of the Geneva Convention. Please let your commander speak out."
The chubby officer held a white flag and said to the soldiers of the Zhongchuan Legion with his head held high. The soldiers looked at each other, wondering what these white guys were up to.
Only Liao Mingyu and Meng Fanglia present could understand what was being said.
"I am their commander" Liao Mingyu took a step forward and said to the Englishman.
"Oh, Commander, I didn't expect you to speak English so fluently. We all see the bravery of you and your soldiers. I surrender to you on behalf of my army."
The fat officer replied, but when he saw Liao Mingyu and his group of soldiers, they saw the dirt and sludge that had not yet been cleaned and the smell of blood emanating from their bodies. This "noble" old English gentleman couldn't help but frown.
"My Lord Commander, on behalf of our British Empire, I salute your newly rising opponent, but how can you act like a tramp, keep the minimum cleanliness, and talk to me like a gentleman? ?”
Originally, he wanted to shake hands with him, but seeing Liao Mingyu's behavior, the fat officer retracted his hand that he was about to extend, frowning to express his dissatisfaction.
"What the fuck!?"
Liao Mingyu almost laughed out of anger. These old English gentlemen were not good at fighting and wanted to be the first to save face.
Who the hell is surrendering to whom? Why can't I figure out the situation?
"Damn it, do you know why we are so dirty?! The real war cannot be won with your little swan band. Your gentlemanly demeanor cannot stop a bullet for you!"
"If it weren't for the hard work of our Chinese soldiers last night, you old gentlemen would have surrendered to the crazy Japanese! And all they can bring you are hard rifle butts and cold bullets!"
"And your gentlemanly demeanor will only be a fig leaf covering your stinky and rotting corpse, Fake you!"
Liao Mingyu roared at him angrily, if it wasn't for the sake of the so-called "allies", he would have directly invited these coin-loading criminals to take a shot based on his temper.
The fat officer was dumbfounded by Liao Mingyu's spray. He racked his brains and couldn't find any words to defend himself.
This airport was originally the territory of the English, but was later captured by the Japanese. Then they, the old gentlemen, could only hide in the jungle in embarrassment, wondering all day about whether to go out and surrender.
Just today, he finally made up his mind to surrender, only to find that the airport had changed hands again.
"Sorry, I apologize for being arrogant just now." The fat officer had to bow his head. After all, the Chinese were still nominal allies. At least this way I don't have to go back to the forest to feed the mosquitoes.
"You really should apologize, Chris. I'm ashamed of your behavior!" At this time Jamie also stepped forward. Looking at these British guys, his eyes were filled with contempt.
"Who are you? Omag, Jamie, why are you here?!" Fat officer Chris exclaimed. As one of the few American pilots in Myanmar, their officers all knew each other.
"Thank God, I heard that your and Joseph's plane failed to land at the airport on time. Everyone thought you crashed in the jungle. Thank God you are still alive."
"Really? Even if we land on time, wouldn't we be surrounded by the Japanese when we get to the airport? Does this airport still belong to England?"
Jamie said contemptuously. He originally thought that the Japanese had occupied the airport and the British would at least resist bravely. Unexpectedly, these uncles fled directly and hid in the jungle for so many days before coming out now.
Originally, he didn't plan to show up. But Liao Mingyu can be regarded as his savior. Along the way, he also witnessed the magic and ability of this Chinese soldier, and he admired him very much. When he heard Chris insulting Liao Mingyu, he couldn't help it.
Chris was speechless and had to change the subject: "Dear Commander, thank you very much for helping us recapture the airport. I think we can have some cooperation."
"tell me the story."
"This airport is very important to us, and I would like to ask you to help us guard this airport." Chris said immediately.
"Hmm... ok, but our ammunition consumption is very large, and equipment and materials are also in short supply." Liao Mingyu dragged his chin and said after thinking for a while.
Don't waste your money. You won't be able to stay at this airport for more than a few days anyway, so take advantage of this opportunity to make some money.
"As long as you can help me guard the airport, we can definitely provide you with what you said." Because he asked for help, the fat officer's attitude has now softened a lot. In terms of military supplies, the Allies have always been generous, unlike China now, where supplies are not available from time to time, and many things have to be solved by themselves.
"make a deal!"
"Okay, thank you, Commander."
Chris happily stretched out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Liao Mingyu.
Unexpectedly, Liao Mingyu didn't even look at him, turned around and left, without giving him any face. Chris stretched his hands in the air awkwardly, and his fat face twitched.
...This is really self-inflicted.
