War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 132 Xu Yidao (Thanks to '沪言乱语' for 500 reward)
"Are you hating their depravity and lack of ambition?"

In the dilapidated house, a military doctor in a white coat was treating Chang Zhan's wound. Xu Chaoyang was standing next to him at the time. He watched the doctor remove the pus scab on Chang Zhan's wound, disinfect and reduce inflammation, and then suture the wound.

This was originally a very cruel scene, but Xu Chaoyang, who had experienced the battlefield many times, felt that it was a blessing to be able to feel all this without the sound of gunfire. At least Lao Chang did not die in an environment with a lack of medical care and medicine.

"I am afraid that one day our people will become like this."

This is the truth in Xu Chaoyang's heart.

This is the truth after he knew the future development and the overall outcome of the war.

Ah!
Chang Zhan gritted his teeth and groaned, with beads of sweat popping out of his head. The doctor tightened the silk thread that sewed the wound in his own way, and said casually: "Avoid eating anything for a month, and don't get wet within a week after the scab forms." Then he turned and left.

Xu Chaoyang glanced at the doctor. He felt from the bottom of his heart that it was unnecessary for the doctor to say such things. In the current situation, even if they didn't want to abstain from certain foods, what else could they do?

Chang Zhan breathed deeply, raised his head and changed the subject, smiling as much as he could, "I owe you two lives, and I'll never be able to repay you in this lifetime."

Xu Chaoyang didn't even look at Chang Zhan, and replied while sitting on the doorstep: "I'm here to fight, not to settle accounts."

"Company commander!"

The chatterbox came over and first peeked into the room, then reported absentmindedly: "Li Haidan arranged barracks for our people and told us to make any requests. What do you think we can ask for?"

"They were just being polite, but you took it seriously." Chang Zhan stood up from the wooden bed and said casually, "When the local military doctors were stitching our wounds and cleaning the pus scabs, they didn't even give us injections or anesthesia. What do you think they can satisfy our requests?"

"Oh, no, I feel dizzy..."

The chatterbox rushed into the room and supported the staggering Chang Zhan. Xu Chaoyang felt relieved and said jokingly, "It's okay. I was just suffocating myself while pretending to be a man. I will be fine in a while."

Chang Zhan was saved. The alcohol from the grassland witch doctor prevented his wound from getting worse. The disinfectant and anti-inflammatory drugs from the military doctor would allow him to return to his lively and energetic self in a few days...

But what about the Northeast Army?
Nanjing’s disinfectant will certainly not be able to stop the continued decay unless the entire era is immediately advanced to the moment when the giant rises.

Xu Chaoyang stood up and took a look at the "month plate" hanging on the door. It was already the beginning of August...

"Gossip!"

"To!"

"Go back and tell the troops that there are no combat missions today. All members should rest, eat and sleep well, and get up at 6 a.m. tomorrow to start training... Also, tell Qu Yong specifically that I said that he is not allowed to leave the compound and go through the secret door. If he dares to do so, his legs will be broken!"

"Yes!"

Chang Zhan, who had just recovered, pushed the chatterbox aside, seemingly having no complaints about Xu Chaoyang ordering his men around: "Go ahead."

Xu Chaoyang let the chatterbox pass by him while jogging, and asked Chang Zhan, "Can you do it yourself?"

Chang Zhan immediately became unhappy and walked out of the room alone: ​​"Who are you looking down on?"

The two of them were about to leave the ward side by side when the doctor came back and shouted, "Wait a minute!"

He took two large white pills and handed them to Chang Zhan: "One a day."

This thing has not yet become the most sought-after strategic material, but it is already extremely rare on the battlefield in Inner Mongolia.

Chang Zhan didn't care. He took one out and threw it into his mouth, swallowing it without drinking any water.

As Xu Chaoyang followed him towards the barracks where the chatterbox was heading, he said, "The army has been reorganized, and there is currently no position for you. Are you angry with me?"

Chang Zhan said without even looking up: "You did the right thing."

"Wang Tianhao is Lao Yang's man. We have almost emptied his pockets. It would be unreasonable not to give him a platoon leader. "

"Now that all the soldiers under my command are Oroqen, if I don't give Altai a platoon leader, something bad will happen."

"I do not mind."

"Hey, I just don't believe that you, Xu Chaoyang, will really become the emperor one day... Woo~ Woo~... Why are you covering my mouth?"

Xu Chaoyang cursed directly: "Idiot, right?"

Chang Zhan wanted to say that if Xu Chaoyang ever reached a high position, it would be impossible for him to suffer a loss, but could he just say such things casually?
Xu Chaoyang glared at Chang Zhan and continued without listening to his nonsense: "As for me, I want you to form a 'special operations law enforcement team' in the hands of our people through observation during daily training."

"You don't need a lot of people, four or five will be enough. You will be responsible for supervising training on weekdays and enforcing the law during wartime. Most importantly, once a special order is issued, you will have to take over, attack the heavy firepower points and the command center. This is a job that is 100% sure to kill you, so there is no limit on the number of casualties for you. You can always select people from the existing troops to supplement you."

After Xu Chaoyang said this to Chang Zhan very carefully, he looked back at him and said, "I'll give you time to think about it. Even if you refuse, it won't affect our brotherly relationship."

"You're just bullshitting." Chang Zhan was amused. Standing at the door of the barracks he had just been assigned, he said, "I owe you two lives. Why are you still considering it?"

"Done."

After saying that, he went into the barracks and lay down on the wooden bed which didn't even have a mattress.

As soon as he lay down, he started snoring.

Xu Chaoyang looked at this brother who had entrusted his life to him, and how he could be so calm when facing such a heavy topic, and suddenly he felt a sense of accomplishment. He felt that he had done at least one thing right, that is, he was able to gain the trust of his subordinates. Otherwise, who would be willing to do such a life-threatening and offending job?

"Captain Xu!"

As he was sighing with emotion, a young man came over with two two-wheeled carts. Bedding was spread high on the carts, and military uniforms were piled in rows. There were so many supplies that Xu Chaoyang couldn't even see the people pushing the carts. However, he could see clearly that the young man coming over was the one who was sitting on the sack and almost wanted to fight with him.

"Captain Xu, these are all the supplies from our logistics warehouse. Some of the uniforms are old, but we only have so many now. You should let your brothers deal with them first. I also saw that you all looked like little devils along the way..."

"Tong Meng!"

Xu Chaoyang quickly turned around and shouted, and Tong Meng ran out immediately.

"Move it inside and change the mustard seeds on the brothers' bodies."

"Don't let the brothers of the Ninth Brigade be so kind to us. Where are the Japanese cigarettes we found on the battlefield?"

When Tong Meng took out half a box of cigarettes from his pocket, he looked at the stickers on the box and was reluctant to give it up. Xu Chaoyang took a look and immediately turned back to the house. After handing over the box gun with the sight smoothed out to Yu Minghao, he took the Nambu pistol that he had searched from the Japanese.

"Don't look down on us. We just came down from the battlefield and we are poor." That half box of Japanese cigarettes was really not worth showing off.

The boy's eyes sparkled as he took the Nambu pistol, muttering, "It looks like he's really fought the Japanese face to face..."

"Why would I dislike this?"

"This is enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life!"

Nowadays, those who can do logistics in the army are all people with connections. They don't brave the wind and rain, and basically don't participate in combat. So they are greedy for things captured on the battlefield. How can they be happy to see this Nambu pistol?
"Captain Xu, we are brothers from now on. If you have any requests, just ask!"

Tong Meng even threw away the half-pack of Japanese cigarettes in his hand. "Well, I saw a lot of gasoline barrels in the yard, they are useless. Can you give them to us?"

"What do you want that for?"

"Also, we need as many explosive packs and detonators as you can get. If that doesn't work, you can give us gunpowder and fuses and we'll make them ourselves."

The man pointed at Tong Meng and said, "Captain Xu, is your brother planning to confiscate our property?"

"Don't listen to him. He was thinking about asking me to make a naval gun a few days ago. This kid has a problem with his brain."

Xu Chaoyang put his arm around the man's shoulders and walked further away: "But the army must have enough gunpowder and other things, right? I have a few that can be used to make land mines. Can you share some with me? That should be ok, right?"

"In addition, the weapons we use are all captured from the Japanese. Type 65 and Type 77 rounds are spare ammunition for the corresponding firearms that our Ninth Brigade does not have. I will give you as much as you can... Don't worry, brother. I will always remember your favor. If one day we become rich..." Xu Chaoyang shook the man's shoulder: "Doesn't it mean more friends mean more paths?"

Xu Chaoyang and Tong Meng seemed to be frightened, and the boy was so frightened that he quickly said, "You can't ask for anything else, right?"

"No, absolutely not."

The boy was afraid that Xu Chaoyang would open his mouth again and said, “That’s it…but so many things can’t be given openly. When you have a combat mission, when everyone is messing around to collect strategic materials, look at my eyes.”

"Okay."

"Hey, those gunpowder and gasoline barrels have to be given to us in advance."

"Row."

The boy left. He originally felt that his attitude towards Xu Chaoyang was not good. In addition, Xu Chaoyang was an old acquaintance of Staff Officer Wang. He planned to come over and say a few soft words to reconcile. After all, they would have to stir the same pot in the future. But now, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that he had been ripped off for no reason...

How could he know that it was not just him? Ever since Xu Chaoyang arrived at the 9th Brigade, he had not spared anyone. Later, people avoided them when they saw them. They even spread his reputation of "If you stick your head out, you will be stabbed; if you keep your head down, you will also be stabbed", and people called him "Xu Yidao".

The most important thing is that this reputation was not spread on the battlefield. It was all earned by Xu Chaoyang in the military camp by relying on his sullen and practical approach, and then he made a sudden move and took advantage of others when they couldn't refuse!

　Thanks to '沪言乱语' for another 500 reward. Thank you very much.

　　Thank you thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)