The routs of the Chuan Legion in the courtyard were still clamoring to each other

"What the hell are these guys calling us here?"

"I said, you see that this regiment leader is real or fake."

"I don't look like a fake, you look at his sidekick, the gun in his hand is really beautiful."

"Li Erwa, don't you say it, last time, a turtle son came to pretend to be the battalion commander, and he had to call me a few to fight with him, but a few words were deceived by the brainshell, and that turtle son was beaten miserably."

"That turtle grandson, he looks like a thief, how can he look like an official, you look at this chief, he is tall and big, his clothes and shoes are also new, that style, just like our previous regiment commander, no, I feel more like an official than our previous regiment commander"

Li Erwa retorted

"You turtle can also look at the face of the child."

"You don't look good-looking, you're in trouble."

"Haha..."

Li Erwa was so angry that her face turned red: "Let go of your mother's fart, stunned these turtle grandchildren, and you will know the truth when the time comes." ”

"Eh, Mo said, Mo said, they're back"

Almost everyone had 7.8 Chinese formal rifles hanging on them, and they were still holding boxes of bullets in their hands, and everyone watched them move back and forth several times, and even had a machine gun and a few submachine guns!

In addition to weapons and ammunition, there are even bundles of brand-new military uniforms, helmets... After a while, the courtyard was neatly filled with all kinds of weapons and equipment.

The defeated soldiers were silent in an instant, and they were stunned by this scene, what is the situation, isn't the Sichuan Army scattered, why is it still so wide?

At this time, Liao Mingyu walked in, did not speak, and swept everyone with sharp eyes. Everyone couldn't help but be shocked by his powerful aura. They looked at each other for two minutes, and everyone was stunned by him. They all avoided his gaze.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Liao Mingyu, and I am the new commander of your Sichuan Legion!"

"I won't say much more about the beautiful words, I just want to ask you a question, are you fucking still not a gentleman!?"

…… The crowd was silent

"Answer me!"

"~ Yes" a weak voice came from the mouths of the people.

"It's a fart! It's as soft as a girl" Liao Mingyu scolded loudly: "I received an order from Shangfeng, after 20 days, I will take you to MD to kill the little devil, you bear look, can you kill the little devil over there?!" ”

"I'm afraid I'm going to let the little devil kill you, right?" Liao Mingyu sneered.

"After so many years of fighting, and you have been running for so many years, do you have to continue to run like a coward in the days to come?! When I returned to my hometown, I was poked in the backbone by my neighbors and said: Look, it's these unproductive soft eggs who fled from the north to the south, lost the northeast, lost the north China, lost the south of the Yangtze River, and lost half of the country in China along the way! ”

After a soul torture, everyone lowered their heads in shame, including Meng Fu's group of backbones.

Yes, they are running all the way, whether they win the fight or not, as long as someone runs, they will run with them, one rolls away ten, and ten rolls away a hundred. Sometimes even two or three little devils can chase a company of soldiers everywhere, which is really the sorrow of Chinese soldiers.

Mi Long looked sad and closed his eyes tightly, he couldn't forget that there was still a turret for little devils on the ancestral grave of his hometown in the northeast.

"If one day the war burns to your hometown, and other friendly troops flee without firing a shot, what will happen to your family?"

"Do you want the little devil to kill your brother? Bullying your parents? Defile your wives and daughters? Do you still build a turret on your ancestral grave in the end?! ”

The dragon clenched his hands into fists, his teeth chattering. stared at Liao Mingyu angrily.

The routs were also full of grief and indignation. They also hate, hate their own infighting, and hate the poverty of the country.

"You're angry? Very well, at least you haven't lost what little blood you have left! ”

Liao Mingyu picked up a Zhongzheng rifle at random, pressed 5 bullets into it, and did not aim, "bump", the tile decoration on the roof shattered in response, the dragon's hammock was just under the eaves, and the falling fragments smashed the kid's body.

"Medium formal rifle, 7.92 caliber, much more powerful than the little devil's 38 big cover, small eyes in and big eyes out, one shot is a big hole. Only the Central Army is equipped with good guns, which are much stronger than those old 79 rifles. ”

Then Liao Mingyu picked up Thomson again and shot at the roof again.

The tiles were shattered, and the dragon held his head in both hands, and was drenched in a rain of tiles... The powerful firepower made everyone stunned.

"Thomson submachine gun, this shuttle can be beaten to smithereens!"

Immediately afterwards, he mentioned the Czech style and aimed at the roof "...... sudden"

The dragon is about to cry, don't play like this. Lao Tzu recruited you to provoke you. Needless to say, the fallen tiles were about to bury him alive.

"Czech, you're all familiar with it. Don't be much better than the crooked little devils? ”

"And these new uniforms, new shoes, I can give you the best supplies! But I! I have a request, go over there, be a real man, don't insult this Chinese military uniform! ”

Everyone listened carefully to Liao Mingyu's words, they were thoughtful, and they felt that their confused and empty hearts seemed to have found new hope at this moment.

"I Liao Mingyu can't do anything else, I will kill devils, I won't just let you die like those officials, but as long as I am still at the front, you have to follow me, you recognize me as the head of the regiment, you are my Liao Mingyu's brother, as long as I still have a breath! After this battle, I will take you home! ”

"Now, tell me, do you want to win!?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to go home!?"

"Yes!!"

"What the fuck are you guys!?

"It's... Be... Be!!! ”

The blood in the bones of the defeated soldiers boiled, and they shouted in unison. At this moment, their expressions were solemn, this was a moment they could remember for the rest of their lives, and their "soul" was called back by Liao Mingyu.

No one wants to be deserters, but if there is a capable commander who can lead them to victory, they will not be so. Originally, they were all men with strong blood, but they were defeated again and again, extinguishing their blood.

Meng was annoyed and glanced at their young regiment leader with a complicated expression.

I really admire him, and in a few words, he cured this group of routs who almost forgot their own surnames, and screamed, perhaps, only by following him, can he regain the original heart that was left behind...

Liao Mingyu sat down in front of the table and picked up a pen and paper: "Now start counting troops and report your name and position!" After the report, he received a gun and clothes. ”

"Meng is annoyed, you come first."

"Hehe, Li Sifu, Sichuan Legion, Corporal of the Second Heavy Gun Company"

"Name, Deng Bao, a native of Hunan, has fought Xiao Dongyang, why have you gone to school, hehe, the seventh infantry company, a senior soldier."

"You didn't lose your gun?" Seeing that Bu Spicy was still carrying a rifle on his back, Liao Mingyu asked curiously.

"Officer, the people are in the gun" Bu Spicy saluted again, and smiled hehehe.

This gun was originally used by him, but in order to get it back, he did not hesitate to play a scoundrel and stab himself in the nose, forcing the pawnshop shopkeeper to return it to him.

"My name is Ma Daji (Zhi), I participated in the Battle of Xuzhou, and I was a corporal of the 3rd Company of the 9th Regiment of the Guangdong Army."

"My name is Gu Mai, 19 years old, I have fought in war, I have gone to school, and I am a senior soldier in the baggage battalion of the newly formed 51st Division." Dou Cake scratched his head honestly and said, "Regiment Commander, I also served as the deputy shooter of the heavy machine gun company."

"Okay, I remember, next one." Liao Mingyu waved his hand and motioned for the next person to continue.

A Yi, whose military uniform was still clean and complete, strode over, deliberately straightened his chest, and the two medals hanging on his chest collided together, and he gave Liao Mingyu a military salute very solemnly.

"Lin Yi, a native of Shanghai, a staff officer of the major of the Fifth Infantry Regiment, uh, I haven't fought yet."

With the rank of major, he said that he had never been on the battlefield. Liao Mingyu was also speechless for a while.

This thing is a typical master who talks blindly on paper, and has a timid and cowardly personality. Panic and nervousness.

"The officer training corps is not a troupe, if the medal on your chest has not been stained with blood, it is two pieces of scrap metal, don't let me down when you go to the battlefield." Liao Mingyu said sincerely. This passage is spoken in the southern Jiangsu dialect, which is very similar to the Shanghainese dialect. His hometown is quite close to Shanghai, and he can be regarded as half a fellow countryman.

"Sir, Nong is Shanghai Alidening? Nong Ah knows about the Officer Training Corps? Ah Yi was so excited that he even burst out of his hometown.

"I'm from Wuxi, let's go down."

"Yes," Ah Yi saluted solemnly again.

"Kang Huoyao, who has fought, is the deputy platoon commander of the transport warrant officer of the 17th Finishing Division. Knowing how to drive a car"

"Good, next."

At this moment, a sloppy and sloppy man walked out of the group.

"Eh, you shriveled calf Liula, are you embarrassed to stand up? You're going to be shameless."

Mi Long stood up and scolded while patting the ashes on his body.

"My name is Li Liansheng......"

"You're winning a fart, your parents are scolding you when they name you, don't you think you're bad?"

"Northeast Army, 17th Brigade, Second Lieutenant Platoon Commander, Fought ..."

"You have fought battles, but you have lost all battles, the brothers of the entire platoon have killed you, and those uncles have nowhere to collect paper when they burn paper, you are a broom star, winning in a row, you are called Li Lian Defeat."

The dragon is not angry, he and Li Liansheng are from the same place, and they are also the only two Northeast Yankees here, as a fellow countryman, he hates Li Liansheng's wretched strength, and beats and scolds him all day long, blaming him for losing the face of the four eastern provinces.

"Commander, you can't let him go, this thing has to kill the entire army if it goes." Originally, he didn't want to go to war, but seeing that everyone in the cannon fodder regiment had gone, he was left with himself and a lame little follower, and he didn't feel a good feeling in his heart for a while.

Liao Mingyu didn't pay attention to him at all, and said to Li Liansheng: "I wrote down the name, let's return to the team." ”

Seeing that the last fellow Li Liansheng was also going, Milong was also anxious, and he was left alone, so he couldn't die if he stayed here alone? "Then I'll go too!" ”

"No, you missed the gathering just now, and you're not eligible to join them now." Liao Mingyu didn't even look at him, staring at the roster and said expressionlessly.

"Why can Liula go, I can't? I'm not convinced! The dragon blushed with anger and had a thick neck.

That's what you're waiting for. At this time, Liao Mingyu raised his eyelids and looked at him, and said with a somewhat disdainful expression: "Do you still know that you are not convinced?" I thought you'd spend the rest of your life in a hammock. ”

When he said this, Mi Long was blushing. However, he also stubbornly said: "If you want to talk about combat effectiveness, I can pick Li Ula and a group of them with my bare arms, why can they go, but I can't go?" ”

At this time, Liao Mingyu slowly stood up, tidied up his shirt, and said: "You think you are very skilled, right, okay, give you a chance, I will have two moves with you." Beat me and you can join them. ”

"Are you really? If I win, I won't hold a grudge, and I won't regret it, whoever cheats will be the king's eight calves. Mi Long said excitedly, he has never lost a fight since he was a child, and his height of more than one meter and eight looks stronger than Liao Mingyu.

"I do what I say, but what if you lose?"

"Will I lose? Okay, if I lose, you can shoot me. Milong said confidently, he didn't think he was going to lose at all.

"Shooting you still wasted a bullet on Lao Tzu, you have to have a little bit of a lottery to win or lose in a fight, right?" Liao Mingyu said with a smile, in fact, he had already aimed at the small warehouse of the lost dragon.

After pondering for a while, the dragon gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a big decision: "This way, you win me, you can take whatever you want from my house, you can take all the things." But if you lose, let me go back to the team, and besides, keep the machine gun for me, how about it? ”

"Hey, Milong, that's not enough, you have to think about it."

"I said Milong, don't be impulsive, the chief can't be killed, and if you do, you will be shot." The crowd was also talking and dissuading him.

This kid is still worried about his machine gun, Liao Mingyu can't help but be happy: "Okay, a word is a certainty!" ”