The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Milong's voice carried a trace of misery and desolation, and a group of broken soldiers who sang were silent.

At the end of the song, Milong blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand and rubbed it: "Doubing, look at the pot you burned, it's so choking, it made me tear up."

He said again: "Leader, when will the food be ready?"

Xia Yuan looked at the man in front of him, the latter blinked his eyes vigorously, he still saw a trace of scarlet blood in Milong's eyes, he said: "It's almost ready, you will have the strength to fight when you are full, and you will have the strength to fight when you are full." Only then will I have the strength to fight desperately with the little devil."

"The heinous crimes they committed in our homeland today, one day, we will take revenge!"

These words can be heard in the future, but in that era, they were the slogans shouted by the students. They held banners and walked on the streets, shouting slogans against Japanese imperialism. The age is the most inspiring slogan.

The broken soldiers didn't say a word, they were not young and passionate like Xia Yuan, they had all been on the battlefield for several years, and they knew the cruelty of war, it's not something you can do just by talking about it.Xia Yuan probably didn't expect that what he said would make these rout soldiers feel that he, like Ah Yi, was a guy who could only talk, but actually didn't know how to fight at all.

Although they were moved by Xia Yuan's words before, after all, he was right. The Japanese devils did too many things in their land of China that made everyone angry, whether it was the Jinling massacre he was talking about, or the Japanese Devil's bacteria army.

Xia Yuan looked at them and didn't care at all. He stirred the stewed cabbage and pork vermicelli in the pot. No one dared to touch the pot of vegetables. He defeated Milong earlier and left a very deep impression on this group of defeated soldiers. In my impression, no one would dare to move me alone standing here.

One by one, the rout soldiers held chopsticks made of branches heartlessly, and held a porcelain bowl with a notch in the other hand, huddled up and waited with their heads down.

After Milong finished singing, he closed his eyes and sniffed at the hot air rising from the pot, and his expression softened, like a child reminiscing about his hometown. He finally opened his eyes and said: The cabbage pork stew vermicelli is really good!"

Li Wula didn't speak, but from the action of swallowing his saliva desperately and the staring eyes, it's not difficult to see his desire for this stewed noodles with cabbage and pork.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sun is about to set, dusk is shrouded in the sky above the courtyard, a ray of setting sun falls on the atom through the tile roof, the rout soldiers waited hungry, but they did not lose their patience.

There was steam in the gurgling pot, exuding a tempting aroma.

Xia Yuan stood up, lifted the broken pot lid, sat on a bench brought by Li Wula, stirred the vegetables in the pot, and said to the bean cake: "Okay, there is no need to add firewood, it is basically ready."

After a pause, he said again: "Milong, go to the people's house to buy some steamed buns, be more polite. Li Wula, you go with him."

"Yes!"

Milong glanced at Li Wula, this time he didn't say anything, he took some money and set off, the rest of the money was put in a bag and placed next to Xia Yuan, the money will be used as the start-up capital of the Sichuan Army, the United States And England will provide support in weapons and equipment, and they only need to provide people.

While everyone was waiting, Milong and Li Wula finally came back, everyone was carrying some white flour steamed buns, with some dust on their bodies, obviously the journey back was quite difficult.

Yao Ma cursed: "Li Wula, you son of a bitch came back so slowly, I'm going to starve to death."

Yao Ma dare not scold Milong, but scolding Li Wula is absolutely unambiguous.

Li Wula looked at the eye drops and was too lazy to quarrel with him. She put the steamed buns on the table and stood beside Xia Yuan. Maybe it was Xia Yuan's respect for him that made him see hope, or maybe it was Xia Yuan's body. A unique belief is attracting him.

He glanced at Milong, maybe the reason why he listened to Xia Yuan's words was also because of this.

In fact, not only Li Wula, but also the rout soldiers who stayed with Xia Yuan for half a day can feel the firm belief in Xia Yuan, which is also attracting them invisible, maybe they didn't feel it, maybe They just didn't care.

In just one afternoon, Xia Yuan became the boss of this dilapidated shelter.

Milong, Li Wula, Ah Yi, and even Fanla have all become Xia Yuan's right-hand men. As for the others, they may not have considered so much, but they have already recognized Xia Yuan subtly. After all, a pot of stewed cabbage and pork vermicelli is really It is rare to come.

They sat on the ground without caring about their image, squatting squatting, and didn't wash their dirty hands. When they heard Xia Yuan say, "Let's eat", they crowded around immediately, and Fanla and Milong organized by the side. With their order, both of them are very dignified in the rout.

Li Wula and Ah Yi stood beside Xia Yuan, looking into the pot with their heads open, Xia Yuan lifted the lid of the pot, a burst of heat rose with the aroma of the vegetables, and the orderly rout soldiers crowded over. Even Milong and Fanla forgot to organize the order of the rout soldiers, they also opened their heads to look into the pot, swallowing saliva non-stop.

Fragrant, it is too fragrant.

"Line up in line and come one by one. You can cook more than one pot, and you can eat two meals without any problem."

Xia Yuan tasted the taste, nodded in satisfaction, the taste was not bad, then he greeted Milong and Fanla and ordered the rout soldiers to line up, they held the bowls and looked at Xia Yuan eagerly.

"Head, head, give me some more."

The broken soldiers said urgently.

Xia Yuan filled it with a spoon and said, "Don't worry, there's still more after eating, so why panic. Eat a bowl of vegetables and get a steamed bun."

There are Milong and Fanla to maintain order, and the rout soldiers are lined up crookedly. People in the back row keep looking around, wanting to see if there is any food in the pot. When they see that there is still a pot of food in the pot When they arrived, they lined up with confidence, and the rout soldiers who received the steamed buns and meals sat directly on the ground, sucking and sucking, their mouths and hands were full of oil, they had never eaten such delicious cabbage Pork stewed vermicelli, they rub the oil from their mouths on their hands, and then lick the oil from their hands into their mouths.

The black palms were almost licked clean by them, and they gorged themselves, mouthful of steamed buns and vegetables, making the sound of pigs eating.

Milong, Fanla, Li Wula and the others also received their meals. Like everyone else, they could not bear it long ago. If Xia Yuan wasn't here, Milong probably kicked the others away and served himself first. bowl.

After serving the meal for the rout soldiers, Xia Yuan filled a bowl, took a steamed bun, sat on a stool, and ate slowly, unlike the way other rout soldiers eat like pigs, Xia Yuan put the bowl on the table , Chopsticks made of branches, put the order on the steamed buns, and ate slowly.

Fanla looked up at Xia Yuan, kicked the one on the side to make it numb, asked for the stool under his buttocks, sat opposite Xia Yuan, put the bowl on the table, and started to eat like Xia Yuan.

"It's about saving face and suffering." Yao Ma held the bowl and cursed, and continued to destroy the vegetables in the bowl.

After the broken soldiers finished eating, they looked at Xia Yuan eagerly with their bowls in their hands, as if telling him that he was not full yet.

"It's annoying, serve some more for those who are not full." Xia Yuan said without raising his head.

"Hey."

Annoyed, I don’t know why I obeyed Xia Yuan’s order. Maybe it was because the other party didn’t guard the supplies in the room after defeating Milong, but rather generously treated them to a sumptuous dinner. It's annoying, the rout soldiers feel the same way.

Xia Yuan also knew in his heart that this was the effect of a meal of stewed cabbage and pork vermicelli.

In the original book, it was also because a meal of stewed cabbage and pork vermicelli tied them together, and he used a meal of stewed cabbage and pork vermicelli, which not only won people's hearts, but also tied them tightly together, and strengthened himself s position.

In the ashes of the setting sun, the rout soldiers ate their stomachs and had no image. They lay sprawled on the ground in the yard, talking with accents from different places, chatting about the regimental commander who appeared today.

"Fanla, what do you think?" Veterinarian Hao asked Fanla.

"How else do you think, it's good, at least let us have a full meal."

Annoyed, I know that Xia Yuan did this to buy people's hearts. Obviously, the other party succeeded in buying people's hearts. Mi Long, Li Wula, and Ah Yi all followed Xia Yuan, and even he was subtly attracted by the other party, but he still kept With a rare calmness, he was because the other party said to take him to the English Army to heal his leg.

This leg was the pain of his life.

He touched the sulfa drug in his pocket, and the image of Xiaozui appeared in his mind again.

Kang Ya was still brushing treasures there: "Master will practice your unique skills and eat vermicelli for you."

He stretched out his hand according to the bowl that the bean cake was about to bring into the house, but was slapped hard by the veterinarian Hao with a ladle, causing everyone to laugh.

Veterinarian Hao looked at the food that Xia Yuan asked him to feed the wounded, and sighed, "He is a good man."

Fanla didn't speak, he was silently thinking about his future fate, and at the same time thinking about the fate of this group of cannon fodder.

Ah Yi ran back panting, and said, "Leader, Milong, Li Wula is gone."

Fanla supported her limping leg, got up and asked, "What's going on?"

A Yi said anxiously, "The group leader just said that he would take Milong and Li Wula out for a trip, but it has been more than two hours and he still hasn't come back."

Fanla glanced at A Yi, feeling that he was thinking too much, and said: "Maybe the Master Tuanzai is out to do something."

Ah Yi said: "Then you can't not come back for two hours."

At this time, Snake ran in from the outside: "Come back, come back, the officer is back, and he has a lot of guns."

The rout soldiers hurried out of the room and gathered in the courtyard, where they saw a car parked with guns and flower organs, as well as sets of military uniforms and shiny steel helmets.

"What are you doing in a daze, come over and get the gun!"

Milong yelled, took a brand new [-]-style, and wiped it fondly, his eyes were already bright, just now, Xia Yuan took the two of them to the black market to sweep things, and wiped them off. All the money from selling supplies on the front line was used to buy weapons and equipment.

Milong, who is a money fan, feels distressed, but Xia Yuan's flowers are half-bloomed, without even blinking his eyes, and soon the twenty-five thousand and a half flowers are in full bloom.

And bought a batch of weapons and equipment at a low price, including American-style equipment, Japanese-style equipment, and Soviet-style weapons, and the proper IWC brand.

Xia Yuan, who was wearing a military uniform, walked in and said to Milong, "This gun is not yours, this gun is yours."

Following Xia Yuan's gaze, Mi Long saw a crooked light machine gun, "Commander, this thing doesn't work well."

The crooked handle made in Japan requires oil on one side and shooting on the other, and the amount of ammunition is very small.

"We'll use it for now, and when we get to Burma, we'll switch to an American-branded water-cooled heavy machine gun, which is much easier to use than this one."

Xia Yuan raised his head and looked at the defeated soldiers again, and said: "What are you doing in a daze, since you have joined the Sichuan Army, you must get an imaginary gun, equip it first, and after arriving in Burma, let's replace it with an American automatic gun." rifle."

The broken soldiers hurriedly lined up to receive weapons and military uniforms.

Yao Ma shouted: "Commander, why didn't you get any bullets?"

Xia Yuan said: "I'll send bullets to you when we leave."

In fact, the number of bullets is not very large. If they are evenly distributed to the dozens of rout soldiers in front of them, one person can fire four rounds at most. The quality of this group of rout soldiers is uneven. When, give them again.

At night, basically everyone who bought it received their own weapons, and they couldn't put it down holding the guns in their hands, as if they were holding on to hope.

Xia Yuan stood in the middle of the courtyard and said: "Starting tomorrow, I will train you for a month, and also to enable you to survive better on the battlefield."

The broken soldiers made a voice, "Yes!"

It's the loudest they've ever made.

Xia Yuan also knows that military literacy does not happen overnight. They have been disbanded for too long, and they have long lost military discipline. They are used to a lazy life. If they want to awaken the soul in their hearts, it cannot be done overnight. He has a way in his heart. But it takes time to develop slowly.

Xia Yuan waved his hand to let them disband, and sat in the courtyard by himself, chatting with Northeast Guy Milong, and he also gradually discovered that Northeastern Guy Milong is still very interesting, Li Wula is not good at words, and Ah Yi is more optimistic , Annoyed and worried, Yaoma and Bula are a pair of treasures, they play a role-playing game, Veterinarian Hao leads Snake Butt, Kang Ya, and Douban to take care of the wounded, and the other soldiers are sitting or lying in the courtyard, The joy of just getting the gun has long since disappeared.

Someone was talking about the future life.

Perhaps joining the Sichuan Army, they seem to have found their own home.

Although they are defeated one by one now, they are absolutely unambiguous on the battlefield, and they still dare to fight the little devil.

Xia Yuan's appearance seemed to bring a glimmer of light to the rout soldiers, they were eager to go to the battlefield to kill the little devils, for sacrificed comrades, or for an unlikely victory.

Maybe they will die, but they still have no hesitation.

Xia Yuan knew that what they lacked was a soul.