Therefore, Guan Xiaoxi, who had never fought in a war, became a cavalryman of the 7th Brigade of the Manchurian Army, and his military salary was increased to three oceans.
But after the entire brigade was ordered to march from Chengde to the Great Wall, Guan Xiaoxi and his brothers began to murmur in their hearts.
"Aren't the Japanese soldiers very powerful? Why are we soldiers who have just surrendered sent to the front line? Are they using us as cannon fodder?"
Although these Northeastern officers and soldiers who surrendered have not fought many battles, they have never eaten pork and have at least seen pigs running away. How could they not know that these troops are like flies and dogs?
After arriving at Qinglong Mountain and starting to build fortification trenches, everyone felt a little more at ease. As long as you don't let yourself charge into the battle and become cannon fodder, hiding in the trenches and defending can be considered a small comfort.
At worst, they just don't show their heads when the opponent attacks and fire a few random shots. Anyway, they all know that the domestic army generally does not have artillery, so the trenches are considered safe.
Especially since Guan Xiaoxi and the others were cavalry, and the cavalry didn't have to squat in trenches, they felt that they wouldn't be on the battlefield for a while.
But just today, the situation suddenly became tense for some reason.
The brigade commander and the short, fat, Asian advisor who looked like a tree stump came to lecture in person, and fired twenty more rounds of bullets for everyone, and then ordered the cavalry regiment to set off first to clear the way for the entire brigade.
Not long after, more than 1,000 cavalry were divided into four groups and walked along the road at the foot of Qinglong Mountain.
Along the way, except for the sound of horse hooves and the snoring of horses from time to time, the entire team was silent. Even the veteran scoundrels who usually talked more had their mouths closed. I don’t know what was going on in their heads, but the atmosphere was Somewhat dull and solemn.
Guan Xiaoxi looked at the dark mountains in the distance with a pale face. She felt really guilty, so she quietly approached her squad leader, a thirty-year-old Mongolian man named Delengtai, and asked softly: "Squad monitor, what are you doing?" Let us cavalry stand forward and enter the mountains and forests. We will not be able to see anything. If we encounter the enemy, it will be difficult to even turn our horses, and our cavalry will not be able to play its role!"
Delengtai used to be a horse bandit on the grassland, and was later recruited by the Northeast Army. He was one of the few non-commissioned officers in their cavalry regiment with some combat experience. If his Mongolian identity hadn't been tabooed by his superiors, he should at least be the same now based on his seniority. He is an officer at the level of company commander.
Because Delengtai is not very proficient in Chinese, he usually doesn't talk much, but he has a straightforward personality and is usually good to the brothers in the class.
Ordinarily, he has experienced a lot of civil wars, so he shouldn't be nervous, but for some reason today, his heart is pounding. He trusted his instincts very much, and felt that this was a warning from Changshengtian, and he might not be able to handle today's battle.
Hearing Guan Xiaoxi's words, he sat on the horse without turning his head. He just looked at the mountains in the distance and whispered: "Today...something is wrong...you...be careful."
Guan Xiaoxi's heart tightened even more after hearing this. She shrank her head unconsciously and looked around in a panic.
"What the hell, we...we're not in front...we're not afraid yet." Delengtai stuttered, turning to look at Guan Xiaoxi with an ugly smile, his dark face filled with prairie people's perennial Wrinkles from weather and sun.
Guan Xiaoxi knew that the squad leader meant that his company was not a top soldier, so it would not be in great danger. But he could tell at a glance that the squad leader was also a little nervous, which was very different from his usual calmness. He smiled so stiffly just to comfort himself, which looked a little oozing.
Delengtai himself became more and more nervous. The surrounding environment and atmosphere were like the heavy snow that had fallen on the grassland for several days, making him somewhat breathless.
He didn't know how many years he hadn't felt this way, but this intuition had allowed him to escape several traps set by the princes and Baylors when he was a horse bandit.
Looking at the large mountain forest that gradually narrowed his field of vision, he felt more and more that something was wrong, and wanted to remind the company commander in front of him.
But when he saw the little Japan called Kameda Mountain next to the company commander, Delengtai felt a little unhappy. Although he has no concept of national justice, he does not want to see others arrogantly riding on his head and domineering.
Back then, they were resentful of being bullied by Lord Baylor, so they led a few brothers to burn Baylor's yurt and ran to the grassland to become horse thieves.
In the past, he offended many officers in the Northeast Army because of his stubborn temper, which was one of the reasons why he only became a squad leader after many years in the army.
Although the officers in the Northeast Army would deduct military pay and beat and scold soldiers, they still had some respect for him, a veteran with certain combat experience and superb riding skills.
But since Cui Bvzuo led everyone to join Little Japan, the situation has been a little different. There is a Little Japan in the company who can't even ride a horse. He is an instructor and everyone has to listen to him.
The current cavalry company, without the consent of this little Japanese, the company commander's words will not work.
In particular, these little Japanese are really not human, and they don’t understand cavalry tactics. All day long, everyone has to express gratitude for the emperor’s kindness, fighting bravely for Manchukuo, etc.
At night, he just instructs the soldiers to find some pretty girl for him. Even a thief like Delentai who kills without batting an eye has his principles. Who the hell would do such an immoral thing and turn someone into a good girl? The eldest daughter is kidnapped to bring trouble to you.
However, if De Lentai doesn't do it, there will naturally be people who will do this kind of thing of adding little Japanese hooks.
So De Lentai talks less now.
He saw the little Japanese riding a relatively docile Mongolian mare, following the company commander without pulling a step, and he didn't even want to remind him, otherwise he might get scolded by the little Japanese in half-baked Chinese. pause.
He just quietly untied the hay bag on the saddle and fed it to his horse one by one. He knew that once the fight started, he would have to rely on his horsepower to run wildly. As for fighting the Chinese army in front, De Lentai would not even think about it. If you don't treat us as human beings, why should I sacrifice my life for you, little Japan?
So what he thought was that when the fight started, he would decide whether to run or stay based on the situation. Anyway, he was an orphan whose parents had died long ago. One person had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry, so he had nothing to worry about. Just rely on your own guns and horses to return to the grassland and return to your old profession. Anyway, if you don't starve to death, the little Japanese guy won't serve you anymore.
Delengtai was just making up his mind when he suddenly heard a whooshing sound above his head.
As soon as he heard the sound, he knew it was the sound of bullets being fired. He quickly lowered his head on the horse and immediately noticed that more dense bullets were flying over from a distance.
