My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 428 Another Big Bowl
The next day, Liao Mingyu did not return to Myanmar immediately, but took people to Zenda, because there were still many important things to do before going back.

Considering the possibility of tearing faces with the superiors later, some things had to be prepared in advance.

First of all, he will move the Zenda Field Hospital to Nankan, and the veterinarians, Shangguan Jieci and others who were originally staying here will also go to Myanmar together with the logistics team.

As the rear of the army, there are not only various equipment and medical personnel here, but a large part of the logistics equipment sent from China is stored here. If these things are not packed first, they will be detained when they arrive. It's a big loss.

"Is Master System here? I came out to ask you something." Liao Mingyu summoned in his heart when he had nothing to do.

"Ding... talk."

"Fuck, are you talking like this now?"

"Ding... something to talk about."

"..."

There is no way, the arrogance of the system is beyond his control as a little host, Liao Mingyu can only bow down.

"I just want to ask, do you still remember the 15 Sherman tanks that were exchanged with you last time? It's been several months, and the Burma Highway has been opened up. Where's my car?"

"Ding... Please wait patiently for the host, and it will be delivered to you soon, but before that, I suggest that you get in touch with the United States. After the Indian army is gone, you are their hope in Southeast Asia. Take advantage of this to considerable benefit."

Liao Mingyu thought about it for a while, not to mention that this is the truth, don't those white-skinned monsters want to continue going south to clear the customs in Myanmar, hehe, if that's the case, then pay first.

As the so-called soldiers and horses have not moved, food and grass go first. Anyway, the 88th Army is the only army at the forefront other than the 38th Division. Naturally, they are reaching out for things.We don't like weapons and equipment, but the more ammunition and food, the better.

Before Chen Cheng left, Liao Mingyu showed his shameless spirit again, but Jiner put forward all kinds of military needs, ranging from shells and trucks to bedding and washbasins... as long as they can be given to him, he will not dislike them. many.

It wasn't until Chief Chen's complexion became completely gloomy like a rainstorm that this guy left contentedly.

However, being thick-skinned is rewarded. In the end, Chen Cheng promised to allocate 88 oceans of food and salaries, 50 shells of various types, 6 million rounds of various bullets, 100 hand grenades, 10 Maxim heavy machine guns, and Czech-style light machine guns to the 120th Army. 300 pieces, 8000 Zhongzheng rifles, 3 sets of military helmets, and a small number of mortars and 75 mountain guns.

These equipments may not be of much importance to Liao Mingyu, who is used to the big wind and waves, but at least they can equip a light infantry division. It is better than nothing.

Although my three main regiments have long been equipped with American weapons, the 200th Division and some logistics units are still using the national standard 7.92 series of weapons and equipment. Well, it happens to be available.

When Liao Mingyu returned to Burma, he was going to reorganize the 88th Army. The expansion of the army in the future is indispensable. It is definitely not enough to rely on the petty Lao Jiang for the supply, and he has to count on the Yankees.

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"Don't let those folks touch the cannonballs! Arrange them for me according to the specifications!"

"Hurry up, put those things on car No. 3."

"It's all medicines here, the canvas on top should be thicker, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Captain..."

On the road outside the east camp of Zenda Town, more than a dozen military trucks were moving large and small belongings, and the mighty team was extremely busy.

For this reason, a transportation regiment was transferred back from the front line, and the logistics soldiers were in full swing loading boxes of supplies into trucks, and the fat Zhao Gongming was in it commanding everyone with his voice.

"Junzuo, the basic statistics are ready. There are a total of 79 people in the hospital, and only more than 50 civilian movers are recruited. Some people are too far away and reluctant to go, mainly because they are afraid that they will not be able to return after the war."

Liao Mingyu was silent with a cigarette in his mouth. Originally there were hundreds of medical staff in Chanda Field Hospital, but when they heard that they were going to Myanmar, many of them shook their heads in fright and were unwilling to go.

In fact, this is also understandable. Most of them are locals of Zenda, and many of them have family affairs. Who would like to leave their hometown and go to the front line to worry about fear.

"Let's raise the wages a little higher, and try to recruit more people. We can't do the logistics alone." Liao Mingyu said helplessly, throwing away the butt of his cigarette.

"Yes, I'll try my best." Meng Fanle sighed, and when he was about to go to the town to try again, he saw a large group of people approaching the corner of the street.

"Junzuo, this...?"

Meng Fanle was very surprised. Seeing that there were at least a hundred men and women on the other side, could it be that some bastard did something bad and asked someone to come to ask him to blame him?
"Sir! Sir!" A rich old man leaning on a walking stick was waving his hands and shouting at them.

It was none other than the old scholar who set up the bar to welcome the victory of the Sichuan Army. Some time ago, Milong played a rogue at the door of his house in order to find a house for his wife and children. Given it to him, the grandson probably still has to live in a bunk in the barracks.

"Mr., why are you here?" Liao Mingyu rushed to meet him, puzzled.

"Sir, are you going to Myanmar to fight the Japanese devils again?" The old man crossed the crowd, leaning on a walking stick and saluting.

"Well, the Japanese are not dead-hearted. They have to be driven out of Southeast Asia completely, so that the villagers can live in peace." Liao Mingyu explained with a smile, although there are some suspicions of officialdom, but generally speaking, that's the case.

"I heard from Liufu that you seem to be recruiting people?" the old scholar asked.

"Yes, I want to recruit some civilians to work. Our logistics and field hospitals are relatively short of manpower. Soldiers in the army alone are a bit dwarfed, but there are not many people who are willing to go."

Liao Mingyu didn't hide anything, and told the truth, he believed that the old man's visit must be more than just asking questions.

"Oh, I've also heard that rural people don't understand national hatred and family hatred, so don't be as knowledgeable as them."

The old scholar first apologized slightly, then turned and pointed to the crowd and said, "The old man is still a little bit thin in Zenda, and he specially found some people who are willing to work, sir, why don't you choose one?"

"Ah? No need, old man, you don't have to do this."

Hearing what Liao Mingyu said, the old scholar thought that he didn't trust himself, and quickly said: "Don't worry, they are all native Zen masters. I would like to use the head of the project as a guarantee. If something happens, you can chop off my head !"

"That's not what I meant. It's all voluntary. If they don't want to go, I won't force it." Liao Mingyu quickly explained.

The old scholar shook his hand nonchalantly, and preached with pride:

"Why don't you force it? The ancients said that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. You fight for the country. We ordinary people should do our part. If I were younger than ten years old, I would want to fight with you." You go all the way to fight the little devil."

Liao Mingyu couldn't laugh or cry when he was teased, but his heart was still warm. Who said that the common people are insensitive?Talents like old scholars who understand righteousness are the backbone of the Chinese nation, and they are many times stronger than those social elites who talk about running trains.

"To be honest, in this famine year, most of them ate their last meal and didn't eat their next meal. You pay such a high salary and you still have three meals a day. There is no reason not to spread it, but you are afraid of being dragged away. Going to the battlefield as cannon fodder, dying for no apparent reason..."

The words of the old scholar made Liao Mingyu fall into deep thought. The status of the national army in the hearts of the people is too low, such as pulling strong men and forcing grain... These things are not absolute, but they happen from time to time in some places, so that the people see Those who became soldiers avoided it as if they had encountered a plague god.

I have strict discipline in my requirements for my subordinates. If you want to replace it with other troops, it is too late for the common people to hide, and it is impossible to provide you with any help.

"Mister, I'm here to give you a guarantee. The wages and benefits we promised will definitely be fulfilled, and the things you worry about will never happen!"

"Okay, sir, I'm old enough to believe it, haha, Liufu, come... pour wine!" The old scholar squinted his eyes and smiled, beckoning others and brought over the big bowl that was comparable to a washbasin.

Oh shit!This, this... I want to drink again! ?

Liao Mingyu's face turned pale. This old man has no other hobbies, why does he like to persuade people to drink so much?

Before he could refuse, the butler, Liufu, quickly filled a bowl of white wine. The old scholar handed over the crutches to the servants, took the bowl in his hand, and solemnly handed it over:

"This bowl of wine is called Victory Wine. Zen masters don't like anything else. All the words are in the wine. I wish you all the success and success!"

Liao Mingyu's eyelids twitched unconsciously as he looked at the sea bowl that contained at least four or five catties of wine. Although his body could bear it, it was quite uncomfortable to drink four or five catties of water for nothing. Not to mention that this is a high-grade grain wine with a spicy throat.

"He...hehe..."

After taking the bowl with difficulty, Liao Mingyu looked to the side, originally trying to trick Meng Fan into a clever trick, but the grandson disappeared in the crowd long ago.

"Sir, what to do, I still remember the feat I did last time."

"The old man was joking, okay, then I will borrow your good words and do it!"

Come on, it's hard for an old scholar to lose his enthusiasm, and he can't hide under the watchful eyes of everyone. Liao Mingyu put his heart on hold, raised the bowl high above his head, and poured it into his stomach.

"Haha, massive, massive!"

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(End of this chapter)