A few minutes later, I brought the rookies who saw more of the mission world along the way and believed in the words Hu Biao said more and more.

The group of 51 people from the Zhongzhou team returned to the Land Temple, which served as a shelter station.

I don’t know if the system’s cheating is a reason for making some disguises for everyone.

When the group of people came back, no one had any different expressions about the beautiful military uniforms of Hu Biao and others.

They continued to sit or lie under the nearby eaves, basking in the sun, like a salted fish waiting to be dried, and they were not interested in anything.

This situation changes significantly after a maximum of two or three minutes.

A T234 Dodge truck assisted by Uncle Sam's family based on the loan loan bill.

With the roar of the engine and the constant horns, they drove in along the narrow streets and finally stopped in front of the Land Temple.

Then, amid the sound of tiny footsteps.

A lieutenant colonel wearing a well-decorated military uniform brought a dozen officers and soldiers to the yard outside the Land Temple...

The lieutenant colonel was wearing an M35 helmet that only the elite of the Central Army had; he wore a beautiful military uniform, and he had a tight fit.

When he walked in, his waist was straight and he didn't even measure the steps under his feet, and the lengths of each step were the same.

So, while seeing this man, the soldiers knew that this guy was not easy to mess with.

This is exactly what happened. After walking in and seeing the lazy look of everyone, the lieutenant colonel didn't say anything.

Behind him, a lieutenant man wearing glasses picked up a new Thomas submachine gun in his hand and held a bullet in the air.

These bullets immediately broke the old tiles on the Land Temple.

The broken tiles fell like rain and hit the heads of the soldiers sitting below, causing them to bounce like electric shocks.

Good guy! At this time, these old guys are more skilled than the other.

After the gunshots subsided, the little brother's mouth roared: "Everyone, get me together immediately."

With such a roar, the veteran Youzi and the Zhongzhou team did not dare to delay, and immediately listed several queues loosely.

The main reason is that even Hu Biao and other old birds stood in military postures, but these senior soldiers were mixed with them.

At first glance, it was so different in height, which made people feel awkward.

At this time, after entering the door, Lieutenant Colonel Guojun, who said nothing, finally spoke in his mouth; in his loud voice, he shouted:

"To introduce, I am the Chinese Expeditionary Force, the Honorary First Division of the New Eighth Army, and the senior officer of the division headquarters Wu Wenting.

I am not afraid to tell you that the New Eighth Army, as the General Reserve Team of the Expeditionary Force, is about to set out to attack Songshan; as long as Songshan is captured, the Japanese entrenched in Tengchong and Longteng will not be able to defend their positions, and the Yunnan-Burma Highway will be completely opened.

Then, Uncle Sam's guns, tanks, food, clothing, and use were continuously transported in to help us eventually defeat the Japanese."

When he said this, he pointed to the row of soldiers behind him, and introduced the new weapons one by one:

"Did you see it? This is called the Thomson submachine gun. The Jinhua Chuang Machinery, which was the elite around you, was still imitating its products, which is better for this.

This is called the M1918 light machine gun, which is farther than the Czech version, and has stronger firepower...; as long as these are opened up, they can be transported in continuously."

When Wu Wenting showed the guns that were assisted by Yishui soldiers one by one in front of everyone.

Even the soldiers had serious equipment, I didn't know how many people from the Central China team had played; in the face of these obviously shrinking aid equipment, I was naturally unmoved.

But Hu Biao could clearly see that a group of real veterans such as a horsewoman were looking at these weapons, his eyes were full of desire.

That's because the shrinking equipment configuration of these soldiers is still something they once dared not imagine.

Seeing such a scene, Wu Wenting's words turned around: "But in war, people will die.

At the critical moment of this kind of war, we urgently need combat-capable soldiers to supplement them, so I thought of you; you trash soldiers like cowards, thieves, and scammers in the eyes of others.

But I don’t think so. Since I abandoned my pen and joined the army after the July 7 Incident, I have climbed up from the status of a big-headed soldier.

Songhu, Jinling, Jiangcheng, Jiujiang, where hasn't been fought or bleeding? I know what you guys think. You are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of being cannon fodder again. What you fear is that you have no value in death.

But now it’s different. After so many years of fighting, there are half of the big and small faces among the Japanese soldiers, and they are almost exhausted.

So, we will definitely win this time; if you believe me, Mr. Wu, stand up and let me take you to win this battle and win the last time happily.

I don't promise you will come back alive, but you must die like a man."

After saying that, Wu Wenting first unbuttoned his style and discipline, then pulled away his straight military uniform and the snow-white shirt inside.

He revealed his chest before everyone's eyes.

Just a glance, many of the people present took a breath, because there was no complete piece of good meat on the chest of this Colonel Wu.

It is full of dense, pothole-filled scars.

God knows! How many times have he fought and how much wounded he suffered? It can be said that this guy is still alive now, which is a miracle in itself.

I don’t know? It was this person who used his scars to prove that he was not as powerful as Chief Wu, which really made the soldiers present admire him.

Or, these defeated soldiers who did not know that they had defeated were said to be the things they were most looking forward to.

In their career of losing countless times, retreating, and continuing to defeat, they really wanted to win a victory, even if they could fill their lives.

Gradually, their eyes began to flash.

There are many more things such as hope, worry, fear, etc., but there is no such kind of tranquility and numbness as before.

In the yard in front of the Land Temple, the atmosphere was silent for several minutes.

The horseman who woke Hu Biao moved when he woke up, he first tried hard to sort out his appearance.

And I also had a pair of Hunan Army uniforms that I had worn for a long time, so I let this pair of ragged military uniforms that accompanied him almost half of China, and looked as decent as possible.

He stood up and performed a spear-helping ceremony with his left hand on his chest.

He shouted: "The name is Ma Youzhi, a native of Funan, don't go to school, you must not recognize words. He first fought Xiaodongyang in Xuzhou, the 7th Company of the 50th Division, the top corps, and the only one in the company now~"

Like a wounded beast, there was an indescribable desolation in the roar of loneliness and pain in the horse's mouth.

That was in the memory of the horseman who would wake up in the middle of the night countless times.

At that time, thousands of people from the 50th Division of the Hunan Army rushed to Xuzhou with the joy of his hometown and were sent to his elders for thousands of miles to help him, and was surrounded by the Japanese mechanized troops, and almost destroyed the entire army.

"I'm so rude. It turns out that he is the old subordinate of General Tan of the 50th Division. He is a man and has been included in the ranks."

After hearing this, he had already sat up behind a lame table, holding a roster in his hand and started recording the lieutenant wearing glasses, saying this in his mouth.

It was a sign of expressing my respect for this heroic unit.

Then, there was nothing left; it was not that the guy with glasses was too ruthless, but that there were too many such things in this era of broken mountains and rivers.

There are so many that it makes people numb and even get used to it.

Because if we counted from September 18, 2019, this war with the invaders began, it has been almost 13 years now.

During these 13 years, not counting the casualties of innocent civilians, Chinese soldiers alone died in battle with millions of units.

In many battles, including Songhu, Xuzhou, Jinling, Wuhan, Zaoyi, Taiyuan, Yuzhong...

I don’t know how many troops, divisions, or just the troops of a certain security regiment, rushed to the battlefield with a simple feeling of defending the country.

Finally, with backward equipment and his own flesh and blood, the invaders' originally speeding chariot slowed down little by little, and finally fell into the quagmire.

Ma Youzhi and their 50th Division were just a trivial part of it.

But this is not enough, because the invaders have not been defeated, and many people are destined to continue to die for such a goal.

Stepping on the footsteps and corpses of his comrades, at the cost of his own life.

This piece of land raised and buried their ancestors for thousands of years, or even longer, was reclaimed.
Chapter completed!