Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 139 Representing the Army of the Future
"Hey big brother! This forehead is on your thief ship, and you can never get off again."

Lei Xiong was rubbing the captain's rank that he had torn off with some reluctance, watching Tang Dao approaching, and said with a mournful face. "My life is miserable! I was finally promoted to a major, but I didn't even see the hair on the major's collar badge. It's great now, I'm no longer a leader."

"Haha, Brother Lei, don't make a conclusion so early." Tang Dao grinned happily. "I personally guarantee that you, Major Lei, will be reinstated."

"Really?" Lei Xiong's eyes suddenly lit up.

For a pure soldier like Lei Xiong, he is not afraid of a deadly battle, but getting rid of his post as a soldier is really the biggest pain in his heart.

It was a helpless move to remove the collar badge earlier. Otherwise, the consequences of violating the military orders of the theater command would even involve commanders like the lieutenant colonel. exert pressure.

Hearing that Tang Dao said that there would be a turning point, he was naturally very happy.

Tang Dao has already proved it with facts, and he never speaks in vain.

"Hey, but we're all 'dead'." Tang Dao poured cold water on Lei Xiong again. "Otherwise, those big shots would easily let our gang of disobedient troops go? If that's the case, who has an opinion in their hearts, wouldn't they all have to come to the battle to violate the order?"

"That doesn't matter, as long as those guys don't put all the shit bowls on the graves of our brothers and implicate their families." Lei Xiong breathed a sigh of relief with an expression of indifference.

"Don't worry, it won't cost much to restore military rank and treatment to a bunch of 'dead' people, and you can also show the living people their so-called determination." Tang Dao looked at Lei Xiong, who was not afraid of life and death, with admiration in his eyes , continued.

Compared with the time and space that Tang Dao was familiar with, the soldiers of this era had almost no available equipment and insufficient training.

But being barren is more able to exercise tenacity, even if you have to sacrifice the most precious life, but for your own needs, it is really, meager, which makes people feel a little sad.

They just hope that their families will not be implicated.

"I hope so!" Lei Xiong looked at Tang Dao with a look of admiration on his face, suddenly curious.

"Big guy is dying, big brother, can you tell me about your real background, anyway, I firmly don't believe that you are from the Sichuan Army, if those brothers in Pao are as fierce as you, then we Central Army German weapons Where is the teacher's face? Why are you called the Royal Forest Army!"

"Reporting to Chief Lei Xiong, the 2014th graduate of Jinling Army Academy, No. 002 Tang Dao of the 'Desert Eagle' Brigade of the Chinese Frontier Military Region is reporting to you!" Tang Dao put his legs together, stood at attention, and saluted solemnly.

Tang Dao reported his real establishment.

He is not representing himself, but representing all the future armies of the Republic, paying tribute to these Chinese veterans who hardly left their names in the Great Patriotic War.

Because of them, there is a future China.

It's a tribute to soldiers.

"Eh!" Lei Xiong was almost killed by the serious Tang Dao Lei.

"You are so good, I know you were trained secretly, and some things can't be said even if you are beaten to death. But can you stop talking like that, return the Jinling Army Academy, and return the frontier military region'Desert Eagle' No. 002, I am studying Little, I know there are no such things." Lei Xiong's desire to gossip was not satisfied, and he shook his head resentfully.

Yes, what Tang Dao said was indeed too dreamy for this veteran.

Today's China is only unified on the surface, and warlords from all over the country control their respective territories while acting as officials of the central government.

There are the Sichuan Army, the Yunnan Army, the Guangxi Army, the Hunan Army, and the Guangdong Army, or the name of the theater during the war, so what kind of military region is not a military region.

Perhaps, when he can live to 90 years old, he can really see this weaving. At that time, the wrinkled old man will definitely open his mouth wide in surprise: Japan is so good!Don't be a god, my old brother!A few nonsense, can it all come true?
"Trust me, Brother Lei, you will see what I said." Tang Dao put down his hand and smiled faintly.

"Yes, yes, anyway, I almost believe it now, and when I really see it, I will promise you my auntie." Lei Xiong rolled his eyes.

His face was full of gunpowder, and the iron-like man rolled his eyes. If other soldiers saw that look, it would definitely irritate their eyes.

"Haha, that's a good relationship. I don't know how old your auntie is now." Tang Dao couldn't help laughing.

"Let's think about it, I visited relatives and got married four years ago, and my aunt probably still wore crotch pants, but now I'm seven or eight years old, I probably have them!" Lei Xiong pretended to fall into deep memories.

But the teasing expression on his face had already betrayed his heart.

"Fortunately, it will take more than ten years to become brother-in-law with your old brother Lei." Tang Dao felt relieved and patted his chest. "My sister-in-law Lei, who can take a fancy to you rough guy like Brother Lei, is she the one who is eight feet tall and can run horses on her arms?"

"Get out!" Lei Xiong was furious. "Sister-in-law Ye is the daughter of a wealthy family. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also well-educated, gentle and pleasant. I really like it."

When talking about his wife, Lei Xiong, who has always been brave and brave, suddenly becomes gentle unexpectedly.

Gently touching the lining of the military uniform, he carefully took out a handkerchief bag and unwrapped it. Inside were a few crumpled letterheads soaked in sweat and a yellowed black and white photo.

In the photo, it is a woman with a delicate face, combing women's hair in a bun and bangs popular in the Republic of China, sitting upright on an old-fashioned carved wooden chair, with a three-year-old child with a "peach head" on her knees.

Putting the photo carefully in his big palm, he showed off to Tang Dao tenderly and proudly: "This is my sister-in-law and my nephew! Isn't my wife beautiful?"

"That's right! I haven't hugged that kid from the E family yet! That little body must be very soft!" Lei Xiong's eyes were full of regret.

Seeing Lei Xiong's thick fingers gently caressing the faces of his wife and children, Tang Dao's heart ached and he nodded vigorously. "Sister-in-law looks like this, so I must wait to become brother-in-law with my brother."

"Haha! Get the hell out of here!" Lei Xiong raised his head and laughed. "Don't say that a big reporter was hooked up by your baby, I don't know if I can live for two days!"

"So! I'm not here to discuss with you, brother, how to survive!" Tang Dao pretended not to see the tears in the eyes of the steel tough man who raised his head to cover up, but changed the subject.

"What?" Lei Xiong was dumbfounded.

Then, anger appeared in his eyes.

He couldn't figure it out, surrounded on three sides, and the Suzhou River Bridge had been blown up, so there was no way for the people in the warehouse to survive, except to surrender.

Fortunately, Tang Dao leisurely added another sentence: "The little devil wants us to die, but the fathers don't die. I'm so mad."

Lei Xiong's eyes lit up again.

Daring to die and wanting to die are two different states of mind. If you can live and have nothing to do with abandoning your position, then who would want to die?
Those who want to die are fools.

(End of this chapter)