My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 501 Stilwell Who Doesn't Want to Go

"On your marks, get ready!"

wow...

On the training field outside the main base, a team of recruits armed with Garand immediately lay down in a tactical position after hearing the instructor's order, and at the same time aimed their rifles at a humanoid target 100 meters away.

"Fire!"

bang bang bang bang...

The sound of gunfire crackled endlessly, but the instructor kept shaking his head from the sidelines.

Not to mention the slow reaction, stiff movements, and non-compliant tactical postures... I took a cursory look at the target in the distance, and there were less than three of the twelve people in this class who could hit the target.

"The group stands up, the second group... huh? Sir!"

The instructor was preparing to continue the training, when he saw a middle-aged American wearing glasses walking by, he quickly stood at attention and saluted.

"Relax, leave me alone and continue with your work." Stilwell raised his hand in return, saying indifferently.

Originally, Stilwell was supposed to return to India a few days ago, but on a whim, he planned to investigate the Heihe base for a few more days. Firstly, he wanted to find out the true strength of Liao Mingyu's troops. Secondly... he really had nothing to do after returning. , he prefers to stay with the combat troops than the rear.

"Yes, sir."

The instructor was very surprised. He didn't expect this big man to come to inspect the training ground in person. After answering the question, he immediately became serious and prepared to perform well.

"Second group! Take a step forward and prepare to...get down!"

The soldiers in the second group stepped forward quickly, threw the rifles behind them to the front, and at the same time lay down on the sandbag bunker.

Perhaps because of their nervousness, their movements were unavoidably awkward. One of the soldiers was kicked by his own foot, and almost fell to the ground, which made the companions behind him laugh out loud.

"Shut up! Don't laugh!"

Making a fool of himself in front of the commander-in-chief of the war zone, the instructor couldn't hold back his face. While furious, he kept cursing trash in his heart, and he was about to go up and clean up people.

"How did I tell you guys? Damn...can't teach a pig!?"

"and many more…"

People didn't expect Stilwell to stand up at this time, and walked straight to the ugly soldier without saying a word: "Son, can I borrow your rifle?"

"Ah?" The recruit was stunned for a moment, thinking he was going to be punished but saw the other party's kind smile.

"Here...here you." It took him a long time to react to this situation, and he quickly got up and handed the rifle over with both hands as if flattered.

Stilwell, who took the rifle, weighed it for a while, then put the gun upright in front of his body, took a deep breath, and quickly lay down in a standard tactical posture.

Eyes, crosshairs, and targets are three points and one line. The heavy frame does not affect his aiming. Before everyone can see clearly, the clear gunshots have already sounded.

boom!
The humanoid target 100 meters away instantly raised a lot of dust.

"Nine rings!" The observer took a look through the binoculars and immediately reported the results.

clap clap clap clack...

All the people present were overwhelmed by Stilwell, and couldn't help applauding, especially the recruit whose face was flushed and clapped his palms.

This is not flattery, but really amazed by what he showed. Who would have thought that the commander-in-chief of the theater would have such skill.

Stilwell stood up and changed the rifle to the recruit, and asked with a smile, "You and I, did you notice any difference?"

The recruit scratched his head and thought about it carefully, but couldn't grasp the essentials, so he could only shake his head embarrassingly.

"It's attention, kid."

Although Stilwell's temper was not very good, he didn't put on airs when facing these soldiers. Instead, he explained to him patiently and vividly:

"Your focus is on the movement, you're thinking... oh god, don't do anything wrong, and my focus is on that bastard 100 meters away, and I know I have to go fast Effectively get down and hit the bastard, or he'll kill me, get it?"

"Understood...I understand, sir!" The recruit suddenly realized and nodded his head in agreement.

"Well, practice hard." Stilwell smiled and patted the other party's shoulder as encouragement, and then left here with the adjutant.

The recruit's heart was agitated, and his companions all cast envious eyes. Being able to be personally instructed by the commander made him feel radiant.

"Okay! Don't be fucking dumb, continue training. If you still can't do well later, don't blame me for slapping you!"

The vicious look of the instructors really scared the recruits enough, they didn't dare to whisper any more, and continued to train honestly.

……

Gunshots were fired one after another on the training ground, and the lively scenes and loud slogans resounded through the sky. Stilwell liked to stay in this environment and feel the hustle and bustle of the barracks with the soldiers.

"Hey, General!"

Before he had gone far, someone greeted him suddenly from behind, and Stilwell turned his head quickly.

"I didn't expect you to be so leisurely, come here to teach the recruits." Liao Mingyu came over with a smile and joked.

"Well, it's just that you can't be idle, don't you?"

Stilwell spread his hands and pointed at the other party's rolled up sleeves. Obviously, the latter not only came to give guidance, but probably also demonstrated it himself.

"I was here in the morning, but my general, why do you have to speak English every time you meet me when you can speak Chinese? Take a translator with you wherever you go. Isn't it a cloudy day for you to use a parasol? It's unnecessary ?”

Liao Mingyu pretended to be dissatisfied and teased that he just greeted him in Chinese. If he hadn't seen Stilwell communicating with recruits on the training ground, he would never have remembered that the old guy knew Chinese.

In history, Stilwell could not only speak fluent Chinese, but also Korean and part of Japanese, so it is not an exaggeration to call him a generalist.

"You have a vast land and a lot of people in China, and there are countless spoken languages ​​in various places. How can I understand them all? Can I do it without a translator?"

Liao Mingyu was at a loss for words immediately, but the point was on point. The soldiers of the expeditionary army came from all corners of the country, not to mention this foreigner, even he himself sometimes couldn't understand those strange dialects.

Seeing that the other party was speechless, Stilwell smiled and lit a cigarette, and exclaimed: "But... these soldiers under your command are really amazing. They have been in hell for so long, and they have just been saved and are about to return to the battlefield Keep fighting, God, sometimes I feel like you're more of a demon."

The soldiers currently training in the camp are all the captives that Long Wenwen rescued from the Japanese concentration camp in Mandalay some time ago. In fact, they are also veterans of the battlefield, but they have experienced long-term detention and torture, let alone their physical condition. , Combat literacy is also greatly reduced, and it is impossible to keep up with the current combat intensity of the troops without retraining.

In American thinking, these tortured soldiers should actually go home, and they should not be allowed to return to the battlefield at all. It is too inhumane to do so.

"Alas... General, you don't know the situation in our country. If these soldiers return to the country, the people above will not regard them as heroes at all, and what awaits them will be a more miserable fate..." Liao Mingyu frowned, unable to bear it. Live sighed.

This is a very real problem. If the more than 1 prisoners of the expeditionary force who were rescued, if they don’t care about others, they will either be recaptured by some troops as cannon fodder and sent to die on the battlefield, or they will be destroyed by no one. No one cares about the soldiers and civilians, or even starve to death.

Staying in the 88th Army is much better than going to other troops. At least here they are treated as human beings, with the same treatment, the same weapons and equipment, and military doctors to see and treat them. Three meals a day is not just a fool. Food was the happiest moment in their lives, and now they were driven away with sticks, and these people were guaranteed to be reluctant to leave.

Stilwell has heard to some extent that he is not the only one who feels helpless and puzzled about China's national conditions. A great country for thousands of years has ignored the lives of its citizens and soldiers to such an extent.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now, I want to ask you, do you mind if I move the liaison command here?"

Liao Mingyu looked at the other party in surprise, what's the matter?What does this old guy think, he wants to move here, does he want to occupy Nestle?
"Come down... don't look at me like that, I just want to stay on the front line and get the first-hand information, I won't interfere with your command of the army, this place is not bad, and I also have to understand that my investment is not wasted, you said is not it?"

Stilwell stared at Liao Mingyu playfully, waiting patiently for his answer...

(End of this chapter)