Yu Xiaoqing from the east coast looked at the message transmitted by the flag language, and her expression became increasingly ugly.
In particular, that stupid young man actually pulled out all the artillery in the team, already showing an attitude of taking action if he refused.
This attitude was telling Yu Xiaoqing that if you don't know anything anymore, I will teach you how to behave.
"asshole!"
How could the proud and arrogant Yu Xiaoqing accept this? His brows were furrowed and veins bulged in his clenched fists. He was obviously very angry.
"Commander, don't be impulsive. The person opposite seems to be Captain Liao."
He Shuguang cautiously persuaded that he had already seen that it was Liao Mingyu standing in front of the army. Now he was really worried that the regiment leader's impulse would cause the two armies to fight.
"I want you to teach me!?"
Yu Xiaoqing turned around and shouted at him. He Shuguang was so frightened that he immediately retreated with his head lowered.
In fact, Yu Xiaoqing had discovered Liao Mingyu's figure a long time ago. The reason why he repeatedly made things difficult may be out of jealousy and dissatisfaction, as well as the complicated emotions of shock and disbelief.
How can he, Liao Mingyu and He De, stand in that position? If he can be a hero, why can’t I? A bunch of cannon fodder dare to show off their power in front of me! ?
Staring at the other side, Yu Xiaoqing roared angrily in her heart.
"Xiao Qing, please be patient!"
Tang Ji came over and patted him on the shoulder. Tang Ji, who had watched him grow up since childhood, could not see what he was thinking in his heart at this moment.
This old man who usually smiles has helped the Yu family take care of the inside and outside many years ago. He has been an old retainer of the Yu family for decades.
Father Yu arranged for him to be with Yu Xiaoqing because he wanted the sophisticated Tang Ji to take his son with him, guide him at critical moments, and use his many years of experience in officialdom to assist Yu Xiaoqing.
"Now that Commander Liao is back alive, our future plans must be carefully considered and we must not act impulsively."
Tang Ji said earnestly. Liao Mingyu is a serious colonel commander, and there are files that can be checked. It doesn't matter if he dies in the hands of the Japanese, but if the big shot above him blames Yu Xiaoqing for accidentally wiping his gun and misfiring, then that's the fault of the entire Yu family. I can't bear it.
"After all, he is a close associate of Deputy Director Dai and a student of the head of state. In full view of the public..."
Yu Xiaoqing sighed and said helplessly: "Uncle Tang really thinks Xiaoqing is that reckless person?"
well…
"That's all, order the troops to disarm. Let them cross the river!"
He Shuguang breathed a heavy sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and immediately ran to order the troops to lift their defenses.
A tense confrontation ended hastily with Yu Xiaoqing's resignation.
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"Hey, Captain Yu still knows how to give in. I think he really dares to be brave and fire on us desperately. The relationship is still anticlimactic."
Meng Fangli's slanderous words that made people angry and would not pay for their lives came out of his mouth, which made Liao Mingyu even amused.
Shaking his head, Liao Mingyu committed suicide and said, "He won't. If he really fires, he won't be Yu Xiaoqing."
"Order the troops to line up and cross the river quickly!"
Liao Mingyu waved his hand, and the Sichuan Army began to cross the river in a mighty manner.
Rows of rafts were pushed into the water, and the soldiers placed the wounded on them first. This unwritten rule was resolutely implemented to the end.
The soldier at the head of the platoon pulled the extradition rope, and the people on both sides picked up wooden boards and paddled in the water, slowly heading towards the other side.
The soldiers behind lined up in a long formation, boarding the raft group by group. Several backbones of the Sichuan Army stood in the middle of the team and commanded everyone. They were in order, and no soldier panicked and scrambled.
Liao Mingyu nodded with satisfaction. Now the Sichuan Legion finally looks like an elite division.
"I'm sorry, I have to find a way to transport those 92 infantry guns back. At least I can form a mountain artillery battalion."
"Don't worry, Tuanzuo. We have just made a few large wooden rafts. They are all made of the thickest tree trunks. They are absolutely strong. This cannon only weighs four to five hundred kilograms, so it will be no problem."
Meng Fanlai patted his chest and promised.
Liao Mingyu dragged his chin and nodded. This 92 infantry gun is the only interesting thing among all the Japanese weapons they have captured so far.
This 70mm infantry gun has a simple structure and is widely used. It can be used as a cannon when fired flatly, and a howitzer when fired straight away. By adjusting it to the maximum elevation angle, it can even be used as a mortar. Since the Type 92 infantry gun is a howitzer, its ballistics are much better than those of a mortar. The gun is much more stable, so the accuracy is much better than the 80mm mortar of the same caliber. It is a typical all-rounder.
Moreover, it is lightweight, with a total weight of only 212 kilograms. A few soldiers can drag it around the entire battlefield. In addition, it can be disassembled for transportation, and the requirements for road conditions in the war zone are almost reduced to the lowest point.
It can be said that the Type 92 infantry gun is an infantry gun that can truly accompany the infantry battalion in combat unconditionally. Apart from the short range, I really can't find any obvious shortcomings.
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Yu Xiaoqing on the other side looked at this scene coldly. He didn't understand why Liao Mingyu could burst out such huge energy in the hands of a group of defeated soldiers who couldn't even be considered soldiers.
He didn't believe that the Japanese were soft-hearted and let them go. There might be only one answer, and that answer would make him tremble with fear.
It took a whole morning to transport a team of nearly eight to nine hundred people and countless equipment.
After the last batch of supplies was carried across the river on rafts, Liao Mingyu called back Yaoma's group who were still on guard at Nantianmen, and together with dozens of soldiers, they crossed the Nu River at the end of the queue.
The faces of the soldiers in Yu Xiaoqing's regiment turned green.
What is this? Did they rob a Japanese regiment? One person carried 3.4 of the 38 rifles on his back, and there were more mortars than their entire regiment combined. There are also a dozen 92 infantry guns and countless light and heavy machine guns. Oh my god, are these the Sichuan troops who look like beggars? ?
The raft finally reached the east bank. When his legs set foot on this long-lost land, Liao Mingyu couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Zenda, we are back!
Now he just wants to return to the Sichuan Legion station as soon as possible, think about nothing, and have a good sleep. This period of time really gave him a hard time. The severe lack of sleep and the high-intensity fighting were taking a toll on his body. Not to mention those idiots.
But some people are so annoying and just don't want people to get what they want. No, Yu Xiaoqing took Tang Ji and a group of followers and took the initiative to walk towards them.
"Captain, this son of a bitch looks a bit ugly. I'm afraid he's coming from a bad person."
Kaname stared at this group of people warily, and he seemed to smell the faint smell of gunpowder.
"Haha, what are you afraid of? It's good that I didn't bother him."
Liao Mingyu was not afraid. He is not a gangster like Long Wenwen.
The system has given him a strong enough identity. If he wants to cause trouble for him, he may have to consider whether he has enough identity. Moreover, he now has strong troops and horses, and the entire Sichuan Army is united. Do we still need to look at Yu Xiaoqing's face?
