The spirit of the army is like this!

Why not win!

Listening to the deafening shout, Chen Yonghua, who was on the sidelines, only felt a stirring in his heart, looking at the earnest appearance of those loyal and righteous officers when they threw their swords, he knew that this was not just a knife, but a kind of glory, a glory that belonged to the soldiers!

In the past, Chen Yonghua only knew about the bravery of the Loyal and Righteous Army, and like other people, he only thought that this bravery was just an inevitability of "raising soldiers with generous salaries", but he never thought that in fact, the Loyal and Righteous Army had gotten rid of the "primary stage" of relying on "generous salaries" to boost morale. A sense of honor that has never been felt before has been formed in the army, and this sense of honor is the honor brought about by winning a hundred battles, and it is also the desire of officers and men for honor, and this desire is slowly stimulated by some seemingly inconspicuous things.

Just like that medal, it is not very conspicuous to look at, but as everyone knows, those medals were exchanged for the blood of officers and soldiers, and whenever outsiders see the medal, they will naturally think of its merits on the battlefield, and it is inevitable to have a kind of respect for it. Over time, in the respect of others, that desire for honor became stronger in the hearts of the soldiers.

Now, this saber is also an honor, not about status, not about anything else, just because of the special honor it contains.

After Wang Dahu took away a knife, three people came to the stage one after another, and exchanged their military exploits for sabers, and their military exploits were all approved by everyone without exception, and no one would question them, after all, military exploits have always been righteous and bright, and they cannot be false in the slightest.

And in the army, there are naturally rules in the army, whether you can convince people or not, not by mouth, but by real military merits, and because of this, when they stand up and say that their merits are enough to receive this sword, no one objected.

There's one last knife left!

Who is this knife?

All the people were gearing up at the bottom of the steps, eager to jump up now, in exchange for this knife with merit, but all of them, this would be silent, after all, they all knew very well that their military exploits were indeed not outstanding.

When only the last knife remained, the atmosphere froze.

And Zhu Mingzhong is not in a hurry, he knows, knows that these people in the audience are more anxious than him, they all want to get this knife, after all, this is the last chance.

But, who will get this knife?

Looking at the steps, despite everyone's eagerness, they all chose to be silent, and no one stood up again. After waiting for a while, seeing that no one came up again, Zhu Mingzhong didn't speak, he just waited there.

Everyone was waiting, secretly guessing the fate of this last knife.

Just when this atmosphere became a little strange, I saw a person walking out of the square with heavy steps, his military rank was not high, he was only a second lieutenant, but he was only a platoon commander, among more than a thousand platoon commanders, how could he be noticed?

As he walked towards the stage, almost everyone looked at him, and most of them didn't know him.

Who is he?

What qualifications does he have to think he deserves this knife?

In the confusion of everyone, in the eyes of the people, Wang Dezhu walked to the steps, as in the past, after a military salute to Jingluo, in the eyes of everyone, he felt a little astringent in his voice, opened his mouth, but was nervous and speechless.

He knew what the big guy was thinking, and he himself knew that he was not qualified to get this knife at all, but he still stood up, not for anything else, just for, for ...... Suddenly, the words that came into his ears made his expression tighten.

"Wang Dezhu."

Looking at the nervous second lieutenant officer in front of him, Zhu Mingzhong remembered him, he had seen it in the salt pan, and he almost didn't cut off his head. "You're from the stove, right! Unexpectedly, now that you are already a second lieutenant, it seems that there should be no less military merits in the army, not bad, not bad. ”

Jing Luo still remembers himself!

Wang Dezhu, who was surprised, had disbelief in his eyes, but more gratitude, he didn't expect Jingluo to remember himself.

"However, if you want to get this sword, you must tell the brothers about your military exploits."

"That's it, Wang Dezhu, you kid only fought a battle in Suqian, at most he has suppressed bandits, what qualifications do you think you have for this knife!"

"That is, if you are qualified, I have ...... too"

In the shouts of everyone, Wang Dezhu, who only felt that his face was hot, felt the gaze of everyone, and immediately said loudly.

"I, I, I'm not for myself!"

Not for yourself?

However, because his voice was not loud, the people in the back row couldn't hear it at all, and when he heard that there were still people making noise, Wang Dezhu shouted loudly.

"Chiefs, I, I'm really not asking for this knife for myself, I really don't want this knife for myself......"

Not for yourself, for whom?

In the confusion of everyone, Wang Dezhu said loudly.

"By military merit, all my brethren and my superiors are worthy of this sword than the king's pillar, but I have come up, not for myself, but for other brothers, for a dead brother......

In an instant, his words made everyone stunned at the same time, and even Zhu Mingzhong looked at him with some surprise, looking at Wang Dezhu who was standing on the stage with an embarrassed expression.

"Tell me, for whom?"

"It's Wu Anzhen."

Almost no one had ever heard of him, just a very ordinary soldier.

"He, he is a little person, just like me, the soldier who was ordered in the salt field, he didn't have a big career in his life, he thought that he could let his children stop boiling salt from now on, and be a good citizen, that is, when he went to the battlefield, his legs were still weak, and I laughed at him for this, I know, in fact, in fact, his military exploits are nothing, but, but I just wanted to let him take this knife,"

While Wang Dezhu was speaking, no one interrupted him.

“…… I still can't forget what he looked like at that time, his arm was broken, and he was even wearing a layer of skin, and he was crawling in the pile of dead people, carrying grenades and gunpowder bags that were pulled from the dead people, and he sat there, and when he lit the grenades, there was still a smile on his face, and there was a boom, and the people were gone, and there was not even a scum left, and I knew that the brothers who took the grenades and the Qing captives were all gone, and the brothers who were in Tongjimen back then, he was the Qing prisoners who drove the carriage to blow up, they, They are dead, but, without them, there would be no loyal army today, so I, I think they deserve to take this knife, take it, take it......"

At this time, nearly 2,000 officers who had not yet been convinced fell into silence, and their minds immediately appeared of the brothers who had died in battle, and those who had died with the enemy, thinking of their determination when they were dying, and all of them burst into tears.

Chen Yonghua, who was on the sidelines, watched the change in the atmosphere, listened to Wang Dezhu's narration, his heart was a little sour, from Tongjimen to Suqian, behind the bloody battles in which the loyal and righteous army defeated the strong with the weak, there are more than thousands of loyal and brave people like this, and the loyal and righteous army can have today's prestige, isn't it these people?

Looking at Wang Dezhu, who looked gloomy and had tears in his eyes, Zhu Mingzhong grabbed his shoulders tightly and said excitedly.

"Dezhu, don't cry, our loyal soldiers, shed blood without tears."

Then he turned his face to all the officers and said:

"The purpose of this gift of this knife is to encourage the lieutenant generals of our army to make more meritorious contributions and more heroes. Dezhu said well, if it weren't for the brothers like Wu Anzhen who did not hesitate to die with the enemy, how could my loyal and righteous army have today, he deserved this knife, not only should he get this knife, every officer and soldier who sacrificed his loyal and righteous army should get this "sword of benevolence"! Wang Dezhu, you are Wu Anzhen's comrade-in-arms, and you are willing to take this knife for you! ”

"Mark yes!"

After receiving the saber for the fallen brother, Wang Dezhu, who was very excited, pulled out the sword violently, pointed at the sky and shouted.

"Be benevolent and righteous, and serve the country with loyalty!"

"Be benevolent and righteous, and serve the country with loyalty!"

"Be benevolent and righteous, and serve the country with loyalty!"

For a while, the shouts on the whole field were like thunder, echoing over the entire city, and the atmosphere at this time also reached its peak, in this warm atmosphere, the nearby people were also infected, and they also shouted.

At that moment, looking at the more than 2,000 officials in the audience, he knew that the officer corps, which is the soul of the army, has finally taken shape today, and to a certain extent, today's loyal and righteous army has truly become an army!

Perhaps these officers are not qualified officers in the eyes of future generations, but it is certain that now, they have given birth to a special sense of honor belonging to officers, and this sense of honor will drive them to work the battlefield to kill the enemy, drive them to pay for it, and fight for it.

Benevolence and righteousness......

However, in this roar, looking at those officers with agitated expressions, Zhu Mingzhong suddenly regretted a little, because his word "Chengren", would this be a little offensive to his name?

Before, he really hadn't thought about this problem, but now, looking at them, he couldn't help but think about it, after all, it was really a little bad for people to shout like this......

"Benevolence takes righteousness...... It seems a little unlucky! ”

That's it, what's the big deal, isn't it just taking righteousness!

Kill yourself to become benevolent, take righteousness and become benevolent!

These are all good words, you can use this word as a word, what is bad, you don't need to change, you don't have to change!

Looking at the officers in the field who were either holding the sabers that had just been issued, or holding the fighters to express their determination, listening to this thunderous shout, Zhu Mingzhong, who also seemed a little excited, just looked at them quietly, they were the first generation of officers of the Loyal and Righteous Army, and they may not be qualified in terms of military quality, but today, they have completed the sublimation of that kind of soldier, and everything is fine...... They have laid the foundation for future generations to pass on......