My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

At the beginning of the new year, the Lunar New Year is coming as scheduled.

Although it was a time of war and the festive atmosphere was not as great as imagined, there were still many people in non-enemy-occupied areas busy preparing for the festival.

For the general public, the Spring Festival is the most important, solemn and lively traditional festival of the Chinese nation. It carries many wishes of the Chinese people for reunion, prayer, and pursuit of a better and happy life.

Although shrouded in the haze of war, the people's conditions are very poor, but they still can't stop their desire and joy for the festival. Even if they eat an extra bowl of rice on this day and wear the clothes they usually don't want to wear, it is considered Chinese New Year. .

The Huaxia residents in the base of the 88th Army in the absolute control area are also putting on lanterns and festoons. For this reason, Liao Mingyu specially gave the mining area and factory a holiday. In addition to the frontline theater, the large troops in the rear also have a half-day rest time for recreation.

Liao Mingyu was also generous, as long as he was a commoner who worked in the army or in the industries belonging to the army, everyone would receive a certain amount of grain, canned food, candy, and three half-opened New Year red envelopes.

As for those big-headed soldiers, ordinary things are no longer enough. Hard currencies like cigarettes and chocolates are hard currencies. Anyway, the Yankees are in sufficient supply.

With Stilwell's full support, [-]% of the international aid has entered the Burmese region. There are no weapons and equipment, and now they can produce by themselves. The key logistical food is an eye-opener.

The United States deserves to be the country that valued logistics the most and was most capable of maintaining huge supplies in World War II. When others are fighting, they don’t care what it is, and they will cry to their father and grandma if they can eat a bite of hot food. The nests are all stained with blood.

They're good, chocolate, logan bars, canned meat, spam, as much as you want.In particular, people are tired of eating luncheon meat, and they can even provide a certain amount of cigarettes, candy and cola, which also makes Liao Mingyu shout out the evil capitalism.

Because it is aid materials, although the quality is not at the same level as their own supply, in the eyes of Chinese soldiers who are accustomed to living a hard life in difficult conditions, this is no better than the days of the landlords.

The assortment of food made people dazzled. Those who didn't know it thought it was something specially prepared for officers, but they didn't realize that it was all for ordinary soldiers.

After the last battle, Liao Mingyu tried his best to ask Stilwell for ammunition and food. He snatched up the logistics supplies that could have supplied two or three army groups, which was why he was able to show off his pride during the festival.

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"I'm at the city tower, looking at the mountains~scenery... I can hear...chaos outside the city..."

As soon as Liao Mingyu came to the door of the command room of the military headquarters with a cigarette in his mouth, he heard a stream of Beijing opera tunes coming from inside.

The guard at the door was about to salute, but he raised his hand to stop him.

Look in through the gap in the door, okay... A phonograph is playing Beijing Opera Empty City Strategy, and Meng Faner brought a few combat staff officers together, sitting on a chair, smoking and drinking tea while shaking his head, Leisurely leisurely listening to the music is so uncomfortable.

These brats, although today is the New Year's Eve, at least they can't be so slack in the headquarters.

The corners of Liao Mingyu's mouth raised slightly, he opened the door and came in, coughing pretendingly.

"Cough cough!"

"Jun seat?"

"I've seen you sir!"

A few people got up quickly, stood at attention and saluted Liao Mingyu in a panic, and had to hide the cigarettes in their hands before they had time to pinch them out. They looked like a worker who was caught fishing by the boss at work.

"Relax..."

Liao Mingyu walked in with a blank expression on his face, his eyes stayed on the phonograph and teacups on the table for a while, and then he said: "Camel brand, black tea, yo, there are also beef jerky and canned luncheon meat..."

Meng got annoyed and quickly took out a cigarette and handed it up, and said with a playful smile: "Hey...Jun Zuo, don't embarrass us, how can this fall into your eyes? Whatever it is, just relax a little bit with my brothers."

Liao Mingyu didn't reply right away, but stepped forward to fiddle with it a few times, and blurted out: "The gramophone is pretty good, and it's British. Where did you get it? It's just drinking tea, so talk is boring, or I'll talk about it again." A bottle of good wine for you?"

"Hey... how can it be, this gramophone is all from the military supplies that Lao Mei brought over last time. It's useless to eat ashes in the warehouse, so I just moved it here. Forget about the wine, and the military regulations can't be broken. Who... Hurry up Collect the things on the table, what does that sound like? We are still on duty!"

How much trouble did Meng realize that the other party was not kind, so he immediately changed his words and reprimanded his subordinates.

"You also know that you are on duty. A acting chief of staff of the military department is not doing business at the headquarters, but takes the lead in fishing. Do you want to report to the gendarmerie? Believe it or not, I will dismiss you!"

The playful Liao Mingyu pretended to teach him a lesson, hoping to take the opportunity to scare this usually cynical guy.

"Jun Zuo calm down, peace is the most important thing in this New Year's Eve, don't get angry, it's not a good luck."

"On-duty personnel have to look like on-duty personnel. How can we fight if everyone is like you? Hmph, it seems that I have indulged you too much..."

As soon as this remark came out, the client, Meng Anan, was terrified, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't tell me, Junzuo! You know that it's not easy for anyone... Usually I have hard work even if I don't have credit. On duty, there is no reward, not to mention, you have to be..."

"Okay...stop it, don't talk to me here!"

Liao Mingyu got angry and stopped the other party's chatter. If this guy gets him started, he can chat with you from day to night.

He randomly found a chair and sat down, looked up at these dejected guys, and almost laughed out loud.

Now that the goal of shaking the mountain and shaking the tiger was achieved, Liao Mingyu didn't want to continue to pretend to be aggressive, and then he said to a few people: "For the sake of the Chinese New Year, let's not be an example! You guys can go for a while when the brothers who have changed shifts come back, why do you have to?" Are you going to commit a crime against me here?"

"Yes, yes, Jun Zuo taught you the right thing."

"We don't dare anymore..."

As if they had been granted amnesty, several people quickly puffed up their chests and promised.

"Okay, okay, why is Commander Fan not at the base, where is he going?" Liao Mingyu asked in surprise.

In the past half month, he spent most of his time on the construction of the army, or negotiating logistics matters with the Americans. He has not paid much attention to the base areas and bases.

"It's only a new year, and our teams are still at the forefront to confront the Japanese. Commander Fan has brought a lot of supplies to the front line to condolences to the troops." Meng Fan took out his lighter and helped him light a cigarette. Liao Mingyu couldn't help getting goosebumps from his appearance.