The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1576 Die now or die in battle!

After several days of recruitment, the routed soldiers in Zhendanai were basically all gathered in the 7th Regiment.
Looking at the personnel list in his hand, Zhang Cheng hadn't expected that his second-in-command would become so clever after his "tutoring."
Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng turned his head and asked, "What about the cripple?"

"Your leg has been re-bandaged; it's nothing serious!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Shen Qiuxia sat down next to him and said, "The organization only has one regiment, but you now have a full seven thousand people under your command. This is not easy to report!"

"When I first went to Shanghai, I had no money and I was even lame! Guess how I got to where I am today?"

Looking at Shen Qiuxia, Zhang Cheng smiled.
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Shen Qiuxia paused for a moment before replying, "Because you're smart?"

"No, my brother relied on shamelessness back then!"

When asked to address Shen Qiuxia, the second-in-command quickly began to explain.
"what?"

Staring at the second-in-command in shock, Shen Qiuxia wore an expression of disbelief.

"Back then, the eldest brother joined the military police faster than we fired our guns, so he became the eldest brother!"

Looking awkwardly at Shen Qiuxia, the second-in-command and the others couldn't help but twitch their lips.

Because no one expected that Long Qi would build his empire with his fists, while Zhang Cheng would succeed by "clinging to a powerful figure"!
If it hadn't been exposed afterward, people would probably still think of him as the infamous cripple Zhang!

"Second-in-command, have you forgotten that I also have many admirable qualities?"

Looking at the second-in-command, Zhang Cheng was taken aback.
Because to some extent, Zhang is quite capable, isn't he?
For example, he never needs an IOU when he borrows money from a bank!
HSBC: Go on, I'm listening!
"Brother, we're family, there's no need for such formalities!"

Awkwardly looking at Zhang Cheng, the second-in-command subconsciously took a few steps back, fearing that Zhang Cheng might suddenly attack.
Looking at the second-in-command, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Have all the equipment we have been distributed?"

"They've all been distributed, and they're currently undergoing intensive training under Yan Shuangying!"

While explaining to Zhang Cheng, the second-in-command stepped forward and said, "Big Brother, I think Secretary Shen is right. Will our expansion of recruitment cause any trouble?"

"What trouble? I came to Zhenda and he didn't give me anything. Now I've formed my own Seventh Regiment, and he has the nerve to criticize me?"

Thinking back to how he was "kicked out" by Zheng Yaoxian, the sixth son, Zhang Cheng felt a surge of anger.
Because if we weren't all on the same side, he would have told Guizi Liu what it meant to have a super brain that told him to "ram me to death"!

After tapping the table, Zhang Cheng paused for a moment and said, "Send a telegram saying that the defeated troops are not strong enough and need twice the number of troops. We request that the higher command provide additional military pay!"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Shen Qiuxia immediately understood what was going on, because this was a disguised attempt to shift the blame.

Rainwater won't give Zhang Cheng any money; at most, he'll write some commendations. But if he really achieves results, then that's his credit!
After being missing for several days, Meng Fan returned to the defeated soldiers' camp.
When he walked in, everyone was stunned, because when did this kid become so respectable?
"Brothers, I've now been appointed as the logistics director of the 7th Regiment. Anyone want to come with me?"

Looking at everyone present, Meng Fan couldn't help but speak up.
"No, Meng Fan, what's wrong with your leg?"

Curious, the crowd stepped forward and, seeing Meng Fan's injured leg, immediately became puzzled.
"Luckily, my commander saved me!"

With an arrogant expression, Meng Fan pointed at Mi Long and asked, "Mi Long, do you have any ideas?"

"Screw you! I'm not going to go and die again!"

When Meng Fan spoke, Mi Long's words made many people hesitate. But just then, a young man walked in from outside.
Wearing a colonel's uniform, Zhang Cheng said with a serious expression, "These are the veterans you were talking about? They look like a bunch of good-for-nothings to me."

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, a few people immediately stared at him with serious expressions.

However, most people seemed indifferent.

Pointing at Mi Long, Zhang Cheng joked, "Brother, from the Northeast? Which corner are you from?"

Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Mi Long got up from the hammock, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
Looking at Mi Long, Zhang Cheng said with a mocking expression, "What's wrong? Can't you recognize your hometown dialect? Or did the Japanese devils shatter your spirit as a Northeasterner after you withdrew from Northeast China?"

glaring angrily at Zhang Cheng, Mi Long charged forward without a word.

However, before Mi Long could get close, Zhang Cheng kicked him away.

As they watched the soaring dragon, expressions of shock appeared on everyone's faces.
Just then, Zhang Cheng stepped into the camp and said, "Damn it, look at the pathetic state of you people, like cannon fodder! If I were to fight the Japanese, I'm afraid you'd run away faster than them! What a bunch of useless trash!"

"What makes you think you can call us trash?!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Doubing, supporting Milong, immediately spoke with an angry expression.
Upon hearing Doubing's words, Zhang Cheng roared, "On what grounds? On ...

"After so many years of resistance, have you been the only ones who have lost brothers or comrades? I've died too, but I still remember where I'm from. I dream of fighting back, but what about you? You live like walking corpses, all of you have lost your courage!"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took off his hat and said, "My name is Zhang Cheng, the 'Cheng' in 'honesty and integrity,' the commander of the 7th Regiment of the Sichuan Army. If you want to fight back, come with me. If you don't, you can stay here and rot and stink, listening to the victory reports I bring you! Or, after I die in battle, you can watch the next generation of children continue to shed their blood on the battlefield because of your cowardice."

Turning to walk outside, Zhang Cheng put his hat back on, because he knew that once a person "falls asleep," they can never be woken up again unless they are willing to stand up on their own.
"stop!"

With an angry roar, Mi Long rose to his feet and staggered towards Zhang Cheng.

Turning to look at Mi Long, Zhang Cheng stared at him and said, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"I've never been afraid! But I've remembered your name. If you can't lead me back, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Mi Long stared at him with a ferocious expression.
Salute, Zhang Cheng looked at Mi Long and said, "Each generation has its own mission. Being born in a chaotic world is our misfortune, but it is also our responsibility, because we cannot watch the next generation suffer oppression from others! Gentlemen, I entrust this to you!"

"Count me in!"

He roared and charged forward, and saw that the expressions of many of the routed soldiers had become resolute.

If it were for their own sake, they might not have followed Zhang Cheng at all, but for the sake of the next generation of children, to live under a free sky, they were willing to risk their lives no matter what.

"So what if we're fighting Japanese devils? It's not like I haven't killed them before! Let's fucking kill them!"

"That's right, even if we die, we have to make our money!"

Seeing many people echoing his sentiments, a resolute expression appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.
Our forefathers knew all too well that war meant sacrifice and death, but they could only continue their arduous journey in the darkness where hope seemed nowhere.
A national culture with a history of five thousand years cannot be intimidated by the ferocity of an enemy.
Because when it comes to ruthlessness, Easterners will tell them that the fields are where they belong!

(End of this chapter)