All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 289, the British army divided into two factions
"Mr. Chen, wait a moment."

The British Second Lieutenant Durovich, who had fought side by side with him before, caught up with Chen Hao, and he needed an explanation.

In the battle just now, the British soldiers led by the second lieutenant were no less brave than others.

They killed many Japanese soldiers and suffered considerable casualties themselves.

The second lieutenant just wanted to ask, what are they, prisoners?
The dozen or so British soldiers who had experienced bloody battles looked very embarrassed, and their wounds were still oozing blood.

They all looked at Chen Hao in unison, hoping for an explanation.

The British guys who just surrendered next to him were all watching, stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes, Chen Hao replied without thinking: "It's different, you are definitely not prisoners."

He first set the tone for the question, and then began to instill ideas in an endless stream.

The two batches of British troops joined at different times, did different things, and naturally had different identities.

In Chen Hao's words, those who are willing to fight with him and resist the Japanese invaders are comrades-in-arms brothers.

He will treat everyone equally and give them the treatment they deserve.

Even those British troops who were currently captives could be released from captivity if they behaved well.

Those who are willing to join Chen Hao's command to resist the invaders are also his comrades-in-arms brothers.

All in all, if you are a brother, you have to listen to me.

In Chen Hao's mind, he had a tricky plan, anyway, he couldn't suffer.

All the British guys around Chen Hao were stunned, only his eloquent propaganda and explanations, like a religious preacher, preaching his god to people.

Second Lieutenant Durovich, who wanted to ask for an explanation, got his answer.

For the sake of not giving status, they are regarded as captives, as heroes who have contributed, and as loyal fighters under the command of the commander.

But there seemed to be something wrong, and the second lieutenant couldn't figure it out.

The captured British soldiers could understand the logic. Since they had been captured, they were naturally regarded as enemies.

It's too cheap to join the enemy's command and work for the enemy.

They haven't spoiled themselves for that.

"You will be my foreign army, and all your weapons and supplies will be on par with my army's. The military salary... is double that of your British army at the same level. You will receive pounds or US dollars, and the pension will be the same."

Chen Hao generously promised the second lieutenant and others.

Those who give less will definitely not be able to buy people's hearts. He has money anyway, so it's not bad.

Facts have proved that talking about money is always the most effective means, and giving a high salary is the greatest respect for the beating workers.

The second lieutenant immediately put those wrong feelings behind him, and saluted solemnly with his chest up: "I will replace the dead soldier, and thank you sir for your kindness."

"Hey, you actually think of him as the officer, traitor!" A tall and thin lieutenant accused angrily.

It is okay to surrender to a powerful enemy, but it is absolutely impossible to admit a thief as a father and be grateful to Dade.

Those who had the same idea as the lieutenant jumped out to criticize.

They didn't have the guts to face the brutal Chen Hao directly, and accused their former colleagues. Not only were they courageous, but they were also bold.

This thing is a trigger.

The point is that the same people, they become prisoners, and the other party becomes a hero, and they can get double the military pay.

There is no unevenness, there is a resentment in my heart, and I vent my accusations on the second lieutenant.

Being accused by his colleagues of being uncomfortable, Durovich rushed from the soles of his feet to his head.

During the battle, he was almost stabbed with a bayonet by a small Japanese, and he almost died at one point.

Where were they at that time?
Watch the excitement at the airport on the top of the mountain.

After the fight, he walked out swaggeringly as if participating in a military parade, and he was actually preparing to surrender.

The more Durovich thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that he was too stupid to jump out and stop it before, and it was not worth it for such a group of people.

"You are a bunch of cowards, you deserve to be captured!"

The second lieutenant roared angrily, announcing the start of the scolding battle.

He has the moral high ground to accuse his colleagues of cowardice.

His colleagues continued to hold him as a traitor, thinking that being a coward was better than being a traitor.

Durovich didn't consider himself a traitor, he felt responsible to his comrades who fought alongside him.

Who is not fighting for?
What's more, the chief is not an enemy, and the reward is even more.

The great lack of virtue in the British Empire is well known to the Brits who were born in Great Britain.

The last world war has ended more than 20 years ago, and there are still a large number of soldiers who died in action, which has not been proved.

Their family members have not yet received pensions.

All this stems from the chaos of the British pension system, which treats soldiers who bleed and die for the empire as harshly as enemies.

It is stipulated that soldiers who have amputated more than two limbs can receive 100% pension.

If only one limb is amputated, it cannot get 100%. If one limb exceeds the knee, it can get 60.00%. If it does not exceed the knee, it can only get 50.00%.

More importantly, this is just a system, and whether you can get it is another matter.

In World War I, Britain conscripted 8 million troops, more than 200 million were injured, and 900,000 people should receive war pensions.

The British Isles are such a big place, who hasn't heard of the unfair treatment of disabled soldiers?
Especially fighting in the jungle of this colony.

A person who can't be seen alive or dead, and classified as a missing person, doesn't even have to pay war pensions, and even saves the effort of wrangling.

Second Lieutenant Durovich raised the banner of the pension, and everyone who argued with him just now was speechless.

The fact is that, if you can fool outsiders, you cannot fool your own people.

Of course, there were still disagreements and disbelief. After this quarrel, the British army, which was originally one, was divided into two factions.

One of them, Chen Hao, would like to call it the stubborn old school, who is unwilling to cooperate with him and will be suppressed.

The other faction is naturally the progressive faction headed by Second Lieutenant Durovich, who want to reward and set a good example.

If possible, Chen Hao might not want to use the British.

It is better to use your own family, and the cost of good communication is low. The key is to use it with confidence.

However, given the current situation in the country, the good pullers who serve as cannon fodder infantry, and technical arms, such as radio communication soldiers, artillery, etc., all need educated people to order the gunners to give you the cannon watch, you have to be able to count Figure it out.

Sending telegrams must at least be able to read and write in order to cultivate it.

As far as the small two hundred people who have been collected so far, those who are qualified for technical arms can be counted with one slap.

If he doesn't want to find a way to win over the British to his subordinates and use them, who else can Chen Hao use?

He had no choice but to suppress and win over.

After watching a play, Chen Hao was a little pleasantly surprised, and appreciated Durovich even more.

How can it be possible to hold the rank of a second lieutenant?

He is perfectly qualified to be a major.

When it's over, I have to find an opportunity to raise it quickly, and I have to give those who don't open their eyes insight.

Those who follow me will prosper, and there will be great benefits.

Those who rebel against me will perish, the treatment of prisoners will be halved, and they will also envy their former colleagues and suffer mental torture.

After temporarily ending the dispute, Chen Hao and the British came to the airport to receive his spoils.

The British colonization of Burma is still at a relatively primitive stage.

Think of Myanmar as a producer of raw materials and a dumping country of industrial products.

The Burmese exchanged resources for money, and used the money to buy advanced industrial products, which seemed to make a lot of money.

The British obtained cheap raw materials, which resulted in lucrative industrial products, which were sold for a fortune.

This kind of one-in-one-out seems to be a win-win situation, but in fact, the British won twice, which is referred to as winning.

But when it comes to the colonial economy, the Yankees, the cousins ​​of the British, are better than blue.

A lot of support for the pro-American government, control of the pillar industries of the colonized countries, and use of financial hegemony to make a lot of money.

A group of comprador elites have been enriched, and the common people at the bottom are still living in dire straits.

The point is that the Yankee can still pretend to be a holy white lotus.

Like the British who directly colonized and plundered, the methods seemed rough.

Withdrawing Feiyuan's thoughts, Chen Hao rubbed the gold sand in his hands and asked the major about the specific situation of the gold mine.

Building an airport in the jungle for no reason is not what you do if you are too idle.

There is a large gold mine near the airport. Last year, the annual output of gold sand was more than 30 tons. There were thousands of workers who dug the mine. A small town was even formed around the mining economy.

In order to prevent Jinsha from being attacked by guerrillas during the transportation process, an airport was built flat to facilitate the landing of planes transporting gold.

Of course, the airports of this era are different from modern ones. They only need a piece of land that is long enough and has been leveled.

Hire enough labor, and it can be done with simple tools.

Several wooden boxes placed in front of Chen Hao contained more than 200 kilograms of gold sand that had not yet been transported away.

The color is quite good, and it can be made into three nines of gold with a little refining.

With golden and charming eyes, Chen Hao suddenly had a thought: "I want this piece of land, and it won't be easy for anyone to come."

With an annual output of [-] tons of gold sand, where there is a mine, there is a gold mountain.

Assuming that it is replaced with more modern gold mining tools, it will not be a problem to double the output. With an annual output of hundreds of tons of gold, what can be more profitable than this?
Chen Hao put the gold dust back into the box, rubbed out the tiny gold sand between his fingers, and said to Second Lieutenant Durovich: "All these gold sands are sealed up and kept for military pay."

This was a very positive promise, and the second lieutenant could not hide his excitement when he agreed.

The officer who is willing to give a lot of money is definitely a good officer.

In the end, Chen Hao led a team to take over the small two-story office building, several large warehouses and the materials inside.

He doesn't like the guns and weapons of the British army, they are only allocated to the second-line militia.

On the contrary, there are sufficient living materials, enough to support a thousand people for a month or two, which makes Chen Hao quite satisfied.

Next, he only needs to consider how to recruit troops and complete the task of 1000 people.

Only when someone has a gun can he guard the airport, and only then can he guard the big gold mine and continue to develop it.

Only by developing more gold can we support the army. War is a very expensive job. The more you experience, the deeper your feelings will be.

How can we support the army without money?

As soon as the cannon fires, the gold is ten thousand taels. With the cheapest type 1 rockets, hundreds of thousands of rockets will be gone in one minute in the morning.

A [-]th modified tank was scrapped, and millions of dollars were gone.

The soldiers' food, drink, salaries, and pensions are the biggest daily food earners.

Even if there is a gold mine, it can be exhausted.

Chen Hao was unwilling to stop and rest, took off the heavy armor on his body, and immediately called his men to discuss countermeasures.

It seemed that he wasn't the one who didn't sleep all day and night.

Half an hour later, the core members of the team were all present.

Long Wenwen first reported the loss of troops, 32 were killed and sacrificed, 24 were seriously injured, and [-] were slightly injured.

The total number of casualties was 67.

The corpses of the Japanese soldiers cannot be counted because there are many bombed ones, about 550 people.

Looking at the battle damage ratio, it was [-] to [-], which is quite a good number.

The cannon fodder who often loses battles, even if they win battles, wins miserably. For such a rare victory, all of them are beaming with joy, as if it is a great honor.

"Everyone is very happy!" Chen Hao glanced at everyone and asked with a smile.

Meng Fan was keenly aware that his tone was wrong, and he had just been fined a hundred times, so he didn't dare to say anything.

The others were not so shrewd and said one after another.

"That's right, sir, if you trade one life for the lives of twelve little devils, it's worth the brothers' death."

"Sir, in fact, we are not afraid of death, only that death is worthless. If we can fight like this, I will lead the brothers to go first."

Chen Hao originally wanted to say something sarcastic.

He felt that all the enemies had been laid down and beaten, and the casualties were so high, it was a shame, and there was nothing to be happy about.

But after listening to the emotions contained in the plain words of the cannon fodder, Chen Hao felt that it was completely unnecessary.

The skills and abilities of combat are not enough to learn, the key is to have the courage to face the enemy directly.

These soldiers sent by the chief as cannon fodder are actually good materials, but there is a lack of people to forge them, and the materials are beaten into scrap iron instead of a piece of good steel.

"Choose a place with good scenery and bury the brothers who died in battle."

Chen Hao paused for a moment: "Orderman, you go to the British military doctor, and look at the injuries of the injured brothers."

Regardless of whether it is to buy people's hearts or not, the attitude is first shown.

The cannon fodder who were treated as consumables were quite moved, and they agreed with Chen Hao a little more.

Only Meng Fanle had a bitter face. He had already visited the British military doctor: "Sir, the military doctor said that he only treats officers, and it is not his duty to treat soldiers."

Apparently, Meng Fan was stunned.

Chen Hao slapped the command at his waist on the table. This knife was given to him by the British major when he surrendered.

"You put this knife around his neck, and then ask him, is he going to enjoy the treatment of a prisoner, high-quality treatment, or the same treatment as the Japanese army?"

"Then what if the British don't listen?" Meng Fan took the knife and asked in embarrassment.

Really lacking eyesight, Chen Hao said coldly: "Then you will chop off his head."

"Hey."

Meng Fanle carefully held the knife and left the room to find the British military doctor.

He may not really dare to kill with a knife, but he has the courage to frighten the British and heal his own legs.

It's okay to leave a Meng trouble, he doesn't know how to fight anyway.

Chen Hao continued the meeting and asked everyone: "I want to recruit a thousand soldiers in the shortest possible time. Tell me all about it. Is there a good way?"

(End of this chapter)