12dz Chapter 333 No longer a cannon fodder group?
Chapter 333 No longer a cannon fodder group?
Meng Fanle watched the two people put their fingerprints on Chief Ayi's place, and he knew that Long Wenjian had fooled two more people.
"What a sin! Two more honest and ignorant people have jumped into the fire pit!"
Long Wenjian kicked Meng Fanle on the butt again.
"Stop talking nonsense! Keep recruiting people for me tomorrow!"
At this moment, Meng Fanle was like a pimp standing at the door, and Long Wenjian was like a brothel owner.
As night fell, Long Wenjian held a general meeting of the Sichuan Army in the middle of the yard, which was intended to reassure everyone.
"Brothers, I have good news to announce to you today! Do you want to know?"
Milong, waving a palm-leaf fan, was the first to voice his naked protest.
"If you have something to say, please say it quickly. I have to go home and put my child to sleep. Who would be like you two? You don't have a family!"
Long Wenjian made an exaggerated face, compressing the tall guy into a "scabby dog" with an expression that looked like he deserved a beating.
"Oh, are you anxious? Look everyone, Milong is anxious!"
Meng Fanle immediately followed Milong and started to attack.
"If you have anything to say, please tell me now. Do you know why? First, you don't have any good news at all. What good news can a dozen of us have? Second, you are playing a trick of first suppressing and then praising with them. Aren't you afraid that they won't understand?"
Long Wenjian glared at Meng Fanle, then looked at the expressionless faces that were imprinted by the flames. The expressions of resignation and living one day at a time seemed to be engraved on their faces.
Bean cake, veterinarian Hao, Li Sifu, not spicy...
Only Milong and Meng Fanle had slightly different expressions, one was angry and the other was disdainful.
Long Wenjian realized that he was bored. He put away the smug smile on his face and stood on the stone table.
"The day after tomorrow, our Sichuan Army will welcome a group of new soldiers and a batch of weapons and equipment. Then we will march directly to our position opposite the Nantianmen - Jiqipo!"
Meng Fanle was the first to react. He stood up first and looked at Long Wenjian with some surprise.
"Commander, are you hallucinating? Do we have new weapons and equipment for our cannon fodder regiment? And new recruits?"
Long Wenjian showed a smug expression and put his face close to Meng Fanle's face.
"Hehe, you never expected that, did you? Our Sichuan Army is a legitimate Yu Division. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the M Country Advisory Group will deliver brand new M-type equipment. How can we not be included?"
Milong, who always thought he had focused all his attention on his wife and children, also widened his eyes. After all, he was a patriotic soldier after all.
This fleeting romance may just be a dream!
Ma Dazhi, Li Sifu, "Krupp", even Doubing and veterinarian Hao couldn't help but tremble at the corners of their mouths.
Knuber, who was stuffing rice grains from the corners of his mouth, stood up and shouted to Long Wenjian:
"Then there should be a cannon?"
The tall and fat Knuber, whose real name is Shi Xiaomao, is from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
His father was a juren in the late Qing Dynasty and his family was well-off.
In the 25th year of the Republic of China, Shi Xiaomao went to study in Germany. He originally wanted to study mechanics, but was ruthlessly rejected. Later, he changed to study artillery.
After the July 7 Incident, his father asked him to return to China to join the army. He served as the main shooter of the PAK 37 anti-tank gun in the Chongqing army and participated in the Battle of Shanghai and the Battle of Nanjing.
Later, he followed the expeditionary force into Burma for the first time and returned to Zenda with his wife, Milong DW, and thus fell from the regular army to the Sichuan Army.
Knuber's big physique made him a natural fit for artillery duty, but the Sichuan Army had no artillery.
Long Wenjian jumped up and patted "Knuber" gently on the forehead.
"Fatty, have you ever seen a regiment without artillery? Not to mention howitzers, it will be easy to get you infantry artillery when the time comes!"
"Knuber" chuckled, and he had confirmed the matter.
"Does that mean there will be enough shells?"
"Of course, look at your useless look!"
Long Wenjian glanced at Milong who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and moved closer in a mean manner.
"Hey, do you want to ask about your machine gun?"
Milong leaned against the wall and raised his eyes slightly, revealing an expression that seemed disdainful but was actually a furtive glance.
"You can say it or not, it doesn't matter to anyone!"
"Mountain cannon! Of course there are machine guns, and machine gun bullets can be made at will!"
"cut!"
Milong began to yearn for the future. He could vividly remember how he fled from the northeast to a small town on the southwestern border. He was the "richest man" in a shelter for defeated soldiers, but he deliberately spent all his wealth to fight in Burma. He also remembered the fellow Northeasterner "Li Ula" who bled dry on his back.
Not only Milong, but also these dozen or so veteran soldiers, all began to look forward to it, as if at this moment they were no longer cannon fodder, but a real main force.
Weapons and equipment, new recruits, these are not just dreams made up by Long Wenjian, because Jiqipo is indeed next to the Nujiang River and opposite the Nantianmen.
After hearing the news, Long Wenjian and every member of the Sichuan Army Corps dressed neatly, even fastening their discipline buttons that were never fastened.
"I am a regular soldier, don't mess with me!"
Deng Bao (nickname: Bu La) was walking on the street, looking at the common people who were trying to avoid him, and started to tease them.
To say that he was not ruthless, he was indeed a ruthless person. Before he entered Burma to fight for the first time, in order to redeem his spear from the black market, he took two tree sticks and stabbed them into his nose, causing his nose to bleed.
On the morning of the third day, in accordance with orders, Long Wenjian, with a dozen veteran soldiers and a dozen recruits who were deceived, came to the Flag-Sacrificing Slope in orderly steps.
According to the agreement, Long Wenjian's Sichuan Army will receive Yu Xiaoqing's American equipment and the guidance of the M country advisory group at Jiqipo.
When Long Wenjian arrived at the Jiqipo, he looked at the main force's position which was several miles away from them and touched his head.
"Commander, do you also feel something is wrong? Our position seems to be a million miles away from the Japanese. I'm afraid their shells, no, bullets are reluctant to fire at us!"
Meng Fanle was used to pouring cold water on others, but it was not because he was a killjoy, but because he did not want to see everyone's disappointed and desperate expressions.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
The Sichuan Army waited until noon, when the sun was high in the sky, and they didn't even have the energy to sing "Liu Hai Kanqiao".
Jieqipo seemed to be abandoned. No one came to ask about the situation, and no one came to deliver supplies or new soldiers.
Long Wenjian seemed to be doubting himself and kicked Meng Fanle.
"Adjutant Meng, go to the intersection to meet them. Is the convoy unable to find its way? Don't go in the wrong direction!"
Meng Fan sneered and moved three meters away.
"Commander, please stop dreaming. Don't you understand? The cannon fodder group is the cannon fodder group!"
Just as Meng Fanle finished speaking, the roar of a car engine was heard...