It was a large study, but not a single book could be seen, but there were papers piled up everywhere, and a wooden sand table was full of small flags. Then there were the military maps hanging on the four walls, and a canvas camp bed stretched out by the walls of the room, and even though all the windows in the room were open, it was still hot.

There was an officer sitting on a copy, and the collar with a black background and a silver-edged collar was a two-leaf pine and cypress, this was a colonel, the colonel's black shiny square plate face was still shining, and a pair of eye sockets were slightly sunken, and the dark blue under the eye sockets showed the tiredness behind this expressionless face.

This is the commander of the 1st Cavalry Division in Gansu, which has two completely different titles of "Living Yama" or "Living Bodhisattva", Yu Zhucheng, who will not read the report of the troops, and even temporarily suppressed the matter of skipping the rank and promotion of battalion and company officers on the battlefield, which will make him look at the newspaper, the two broom eyebrows are pressed down heavily, and in the dark eyes, the occasional eye wave rolls and flickers, but it is fleeting.

This was a reprimand from the Nanjing General Staff, and the tone was even harsher than the last time, looking at the telegram in an extremely stern tone, Yu Zhucheng believed that if this would be in front of him, he would probably have already scolded.

In the past few weeks, Yu Zhucheng had a bad time, and the three-leaf pine and cypress on the collar badge became two-leafed, which meant that he was demoted from a major general to a colonel, and even the commander of the 1st Cavalry Division was dismissed, temporarily acting as the 1st Cavalry Division, which can be regarded as the meaning of "wearing guilt and making meritorious contributions".

"Hey!"

With a long sigh of helplessness, Yu Zhucheng smiled bitterly, the two broom eyebrows were squeezed together, and he had never had a good time since he annihilated the main force of the Hezhou horse team in the Meridian Ridge.

As he sighed, an officer walked in, and after giving a military salute, he took a step forward.

"Sir, my second cavalry battalion has been stopped!"

Zhao Pengda's long purple and black face like a waist was full of irrepressible anger, he had only three cavalry battalions in one cavalry regiment, but now two battalions have been stopped for investigation.

"At the last meeting, I told you that you must strictly manage your subordinates, and now Nanjing is staring at us, you have already hit the muzzle twice, and hit it again, even if you have outstanding military merits, I am afraid that you will have to be dismissed!"

This will be in Zhucheng The two brooms have been unfolded, in front of his subordinates, he can't show his inner emotions, the officer is the soul of the troops, and the emotions of the officers will directly affect the emotions of the troops.

Sitting on the stool, Zhao Pengda lowered his hand and sighed.

"Sir, do you think I don't want to? A few seriously wounded soldiers hugged together and turned themselves out with grenades! What can I do? ”

Taking off the saber at his waist and holding it in his hand, Zhao Pengda's face was full of helplessness.

"Do you think I will die in battle, or will I report suicide? reported suicide, they have nothing, report death in battle, and a pension of 300 yuan! We have to be worthy of our brothers. They are all from bitter backgrounds, we have to be worthy of them! ”

The eyebrows of the two people in this room are helpless, but what can be done helplessly, there is a clear order in Nanjing.

"In the past, we fought with Lao Maozi in the northeast, and at the beginning, we never lost seriously wounded, and we had to save them at a great cost, but in the end? Those brothers who were finally rescued jumped into the river and hanged themselves, with one less arm, we can find a way to settle it, but if there is one less leg, then it will be a waste, this world, even my own brothers do not want to see many waste people in the family, without legs, there is no life, life is better than death! ”

Zhao Pengda said, but Yu Zhucheng was smoking a cigarette with his eyebrows locked.

"Leave them on the battlefield and leave them to fend for themselves, or leave them to Lao Maozi, and in the end isn't it death? If you die like this, how do you write it in our report? Missing! It's missing! Nothing will fall. If we were to die in battle, we would only have a pension of 200 yuan when we were in the Northeast, plus 200 yuan of insurance, and another 100 yuan after entering the customs. ”

Smoking a cigarette, Yu Zhucheng didn't say anything. He knew that what Zhao Pengda said was the truth, and he could still remember the relieved smile on the face of the soldier who was made up by himself when he breathed, which would only be thirty yuan. It was the cry of the wounded for grenades and the cries of the commanders to make up for their kindness that gave rise to the "tradition" of the 1st Cavalry Division, and as their officers, they would automatically put him on the death list when they reported after the war.

"Those officials in Nanjing said that we have no fucking conscience, who the fuck is willing to kill their own brother with their own hands?"

Zhao Pengda roared, and two tears were drawn on his waist face.

"What did the seriously injured who survived hold, 100 yuan! And then the troops didn't ask him. I tried every possible way to send it to the infirmary station but I haven't saved it, 130 yuan, when we fight, we use military law to force them to sell their lives, who doesn't sell their lives, I kill whom, military law is like a mountain, at the beginning, the brothers who died in military law are no less than letting Lao Maozi kill them, and then everyone gets used to it, and they are all desperate, but if they have no legs, the troops don't want them anymore, when they are a waste to live, it is better to die, and if they die, they can earn hundreds of dollars for the family, do we force the wounded soldier to die? No! It's all voluntary, then we can at least give them a fight to the death! ”

Zhao Pengda spat and complained about the injustice in the army, and his purple-black face was full of grievances, grievances from the bottom of his heart.

"If you want to say force, it's fucking unfair, there are three hundred yuan to die on the battlefield, and half of the mother's shrinkage to die in the medical station, it's useless to save it, give you 100 yuan, fuck off your mother's eggs, this is the fucking rule."

"Enough!"

Vigorously extinguishing the cigarette, Yu Zhucheng drank a sentence.

"Enough? Sir, I have to say this time, even if you pushed me out and killed me, sir, I also have to say a word for my brothers, shouting long live the first division to die, is it really a fucking hero? Giving his brothers a ride, is it his mother's cruelty? It's not anymore, but what's the way, the brothers used their lives on the battlefield, and the country had to be worthy of them. Dead, the country is worthy of them, five hundred yuan! With that 500 yuan and a good land of twenty or thirty acres, in this life, the parents, wives and children at home will not be worried. But now? Sir, my good sir, you go to the hospital and see the brothers who have lost their legs, with the more than a hundred dollars, how can they live? What else do they have to say, we are their commanders, don't fucking only have military law in their eyes! ”

Zhao Pengda, who was in tears, stood up and scolded loudly, and the scolding even made the guards and staff officers outside look at him, and almost all of them had strange looks on their faces because of his shouting.

"Now if he Jiang Fangzhen stands in front of my face, I will be desperate, and I will have to cut off one of his legs, and then give him a hundred yuan, let him get out, and when he fucks there, he will know what conscience is! said that we have no conscience and don't know what mercy is, I have to ask him, let the legless brother get out, that is, he has a conscience, he is merciful, and he is his mother's hypocrisy! ”

"Hypocrisy!"

Staring at the telegram in his hand, Chen Moran, who was sitting in the conference room of the cruiser Haitian, raised his eyes to look at Jiang Fangzhen who was chasing after him.

"Baili, what do you think should be done with this Zhao Pengda, who resents the chief?"

"Thirty lashes, with military discipline, another rank is demoted!"

Jiang Fangzhen expressed his opinion expressionlessly.

"Do as you say! Baili, you chased after you from the General Staff, I'm afraid it's not just for this matter! ”

Chen Moran once again turned his attention to the thousand-word telegram, which said that it was the "King of Yama" who asked for instructions on how to deal with Zhao Pengda, not that he wanted to use Zhao Pengda's mouth to talk about the problems existing in the casualty compensation in the Liberation Army.

The purpose was to let the soldiers have no worries about the future, and only when they go to the front line can they bravely kill the enemy, and the pension was increased from 100 to 200 or 300, and then even the industrial insurance company contracted the life insurance of the officers and men of the liberation, and the officers and soldiers who died in battle could get 200 yuan in insurance money.

The soldiers exchanged for the generous sympathy of the officers and soldiers are not brave on the battlefield, but at the same time of the generous compassion for the fallen officers and soldiers, but for the wounded ......soldiers, "Sir, seriously wounded, can not retire, 100 yuan of disability money, dozens of yuan of insurance money, indeed, a little less, just as the division commander explained, sometimes ruthlessness is not necessarily cruel, ruthlessness is not necessarily a kind of mercy!" Killed the seriously wounded, but gave their families food and clothing. ”

Jiang Fangzhen's words were also quite helpless, when he received the report of the Sixth Division that the 1st Cavalry Division "executed" the seriously wounded of the division, the entire staff was more angry after being shocked, and the military law was ruthless, but it was military law, from the time everyone joined the Liberation Army, they were told that the army was a family, and everyone around them was his brother, taking the army as his home and sprinkling flowers with blood, this was the creed of the Liberation Army, and the 1st Cavalry Division undoubtedly shamed this creed.

Initially, according to the opinion of the General Staff, Yu Zhucheng and the officers involved in it should be escorted back to Nanjing for trial, but the reality of more than 100,000 fugitives burning, killing and looting in Shaanxi, Gansu and other places, as well as the impact on the Guangfu Army after the incident came out, finally the incident was suppressed, and Yu Zhucheng was demoted to one rank.

Or without this telegram, who knows the helplessness behind the cruelty and ruthlessness of the First Riding Division, killing his brother in exchange for the worry-free life of his brother's family, this kind of helplessness and pain may only be experienced by those who have experienced it.

"Don't abandon, don't give up, this is my promise to every fighter!"

Chen Moran, who stood up, smiled bitterly.

"But I didn't do it, at least for these seriously wounded, I didn't do it, and I did everything possible to save their lives, but in the end, they couldn't fight, and they were of no value to the army, so ...... Just like Zhao Pengda said, give more than 100 yuan to others, and drive him home, not to kill them with a first division, but ......"

Chen Moran didn't continue, paced back and forth, pondered for a while, and then turned around and ordered.

"Baili, I'm going to the East China Sea today to participate in the Navy's exercises, and the General Staff has drawn up a charter, that is, how the troops should take care of the seriously wounded, huh!"

"Governing, the dead are great!"

Jiang Baili shook his head. Seeing that the ruling seemed a little puzzled, he explained.

"In power, it is conceivable that if the wounded of the seriously injured are raised to the same or similar to the death pension, it will definitely have a certain impact on the officers and soldiers, and the soldiers may be grateful, but there may also be people who cannot understand, after all, the wounded are at least alive, but the dead cannot be resurrected, while improving the wounded and healing, and then raising the death pension, it is not realistic at all, the original pension has been under heavy pressure for the recovery army, like the Northeast, at most, we paid more than 3 million pensions in one day, This money is enough to build a division. ”

Chen Moran, who understood what Jiang Fangzhen meant, nodded.

"Hmm...... In this way, the punishment of Zhao Pengda, I am not in a hurry for the time being, I will think about it first...... Let's talk about it when I go back to Nanjing! ”

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Fangzhen retreated, and when he went out, Chen Moran's mind still echoed repeatedly, Zhao Pengda's words and words, if there is still a way to live, who wants to die? The reason why those seriously wounded people shouted "Long live the 1st Cavalry Division" was because of their gratitude to the 1st Cavalry Division, and sending them a ride was not the so-called abandonment of the wounded, but a kind of non-abandonment. They cared for their brothers in their own way.

And who is responsible for such cruel "love"? It's yourself!

It is the unreasonable, but reasonable system formulated by himself that "cares" for the soldiers who fight for themselves.

I'm sorry for them!

Shaking his head helplessly, Chen Moran had some bitterness between his eyebrows, sometimes kindness does not necessarily bear good fruit, it is not appropriate to increase the compensation for the wounded, unless the death pension is increased at the same time, otherwise there must be people who have opinions, when the injury care order was formulated, this factor was taken into account, the initial pension for the seriously injured was only a few dozen yuan, so that those who had no legs and feet could take dozens of yuan, how could they live a lifetime, drag down their families, and harm others.

Death has become the best choice, and it is not a relief and a favor for those soldiers who were given a ride by the complement. Closing his eyes, Chen Moran remembered that when he came out of the ruling axe, on the way to the dock in Xiaguan, there was no shortage of beggars dragging their crippled bodies to beg on the streets, and among those beggars there must be disabled and retired soldiers.

Thinking of those people, Chen Moran frowned, his heart was full of indescribable sourness, the dead paid for their lives, and what they got was honor and certain benefits, but what about those disabled soldiers? What did they get? It's just a broken bowl for begging.

"It can't be like this!"

Thinking of the soldiers who pushed themselves to the throne step by step with their blood and finally ended up on the streets as beggars, Chen Moran's face became extremely painful.

"What if we build a Invalides to house them?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, Chen Moran's eyes lit up.

"That's right! Just build a Invalids House to house those disabled soldiers, the country can't afford to support it, I'll raise it! Yes, just do it, I can afford to raise as many wounded as I can! ”

A flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the end of the Prussian mustache on his lips rose with this strange look.

(To be continued)