my bright sword career

Chapter 579 Conscription
"What... I heard it right, you want to station troops in Japan?"

Everyone couldn't believe their ears. Garrisoning troops in Japan... the concept of this is very clear to everyone present.

After all, Master Liu is a loyal elder. He was surprised at first, hesitated for a while and said: "It seems that such behavior is not good for stationing troops in other countries?"

Political commissar Ping did not speak, but the flashes of light in his eyes from time to time showed that his heart was not as calm as the surface, and the frequency of smoking was also faster, and the cigarette in his hand burned to the butt after a while.

Yang Aiyuan looked at Gao Hongming with a serious expression, "Brother Gao, brother, I am much older than you, so I ask you to call you brother. You did not do well in this matter.

It is the right of the government of the country to sign an agreement with the government of another country, and no one else has the right to make such a decision. If Generalissimo Jiang finds out about this matter, I am afraid that there will be big troubles. "

Gao Hongming smiled lightly: "Mr. Yang, your kindness is appreciated.

But what you don’t know is that Ambassador Gao Si had already discussed this matter with Chairman Jiang before this. The conditions were similar to what I mentioned. The preparations were completed within a month, but was rejected by Chairman Jiang, so Ambassador Gao Si approached me. "

"The Americans are crazy, they must have at least [-] troops."

Sun Chu was amazed at the side. All fools know that since the Americans made this request, they must have the Chongqing government dispatch elite troops such as the 74th Army, the First Army, the Fifth Army, or the No.18 Army.

But Generalissimo Jiang himself doesn't think it's enough for such a force, so how could he be willing to send his elite to the Pacific battlefield to be harmed by the Americans? Isn't that stupid?
As for the benefits promised by the Americans, in the eyes of Generalissimo Jiang, they are just carrots hanging on the donkey's head. Once the Yankees turn their backs and refuse to accept their promises, they will have no time to cry. After all, Generalissimo Jiang himself has done a lot of such things before. Of course, he was afraid that others would do the same to himself, so he refused without thinking.

Sun Chu asked: "Brother Gao, since you also know Chairman Jiang's concerns, aren't you afraid that Yankees will not keep their promises?"

Yang Aiyuan also persuaded: "Yes, there is no friendship between countries, not to mention that you are just a small militia leader. Once the Americans turn their backs and refuse to admit it, you will have nothing to do at that time. We have to guard against it."

Facing the persuading crowd, Gao Hongming's attitude was very firm: "Brothers, you don't need to persuade any more. I know that you all have good intentions, but I have already decided on this matter, and I have decided to wade through this troubled water!"

"Ugh!"

Seeing that Gao Hongming had made up his mind, everyone let out a long sigh and said nothing more.

Today it was Yang Aiyuan's and Sun Chu's turn to take turns. Commander Liu Heping, political commissar, came out of the battle hall and went to the cafeteria not far away to eat.

Lunch is potato stewed spam luncheon meat, a piece of jam, a piece of chocolate, rice with three or two grains, and because of their identities, there is even a bottle of Coke.

It is worth mentioning that, strictly speaking, spam luncheon meat cannot be regarded as real "meat", because its main ingredient is actually starch, but due to the mixture of a certain proportion of minced pork and a large amount of lard, the taste is a little bit The smell of pork.

If such things were placed in the 21st century, most people would not even be able to see them, but for the Chinese soldiers of this era, they are already very rich.

Mr. Liu and the political commissar ate very deliciously, and they finished eating in less than 10 minutes.

Political Commissar Ping put down his chopsticks, picked up the coke on the table and drank a big sip, then burped comfortably, and then said to Master Liu: "Old man, if the food of our Eighth Route Army can reach this level, I dare Guaranteed, we can drive the Japanese out of China in less than three years."

Master Liu laughed, took a sip of Coke, and then said with emotion: "Logistics is the most test of an army's survivability and combat effectiveness. From this point of view, Gao Hongming's Liantai militia is indeed the richest in China today." It's a pity..."

Speaking of this, Master Liu shook his head regretfully.

As an old partner, Political Commissar Ping certainly knew what his old buddy was feeling sorry for.

He smiled: "Old man, you don't have to feel sorry. As the saying goes, everyone has his own ambitions. Brother Gao has his own way to go, so why should we force others to make things difficult for him. But have you noticed that he is willing to send troops this time?" Helping Americans has a lot of meaning in it."

"Eh...you said that, I suddenly rang, Brother Gao, he is going to... hiss..."

Master Liu turned his head to look at Political Commissar Ping, seeing him smiling and nodding, he was stunned for a long time before he sighed, "He wants to leave a way out for himself!"

Political Commissar Ping said, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the meaning."

Afterwards, the two of them stopped discussing this topic, and some things could not be discussed too much even in their status.

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In the center of the most central street in Liantai County, a long row of tables was lined up for hundreds of meters. This was the conscription point set up by the Liantai militia.

At this moment, there are still crowds of people around these conscription points, and there are long queues in front of all the tables.

Don't doubt it, it's just so lively.

Although there has been a saying in China since ancient times that a good man does not serve as a soldier and iron does not make nails, but things have to be viewed dialectically. The reason why the ancients said this is because soldiers earn money for their lives, and that money will be swallowed up by their bosses at any time. risks of.

But the Liantai militia is different. Through these years of living examples, no one in Shanxi knows that the treatment of the Liantai militia is famously good. Mouth family.

If you are killed in battle, it doesn’t matter, the Liantai militia will give you a one-time pension of 300 yuan, which is enough for your family to live for a long time. Not too much, but at least you can make ends meet.

This kind of treatment is the only scorpion shit in China. In view of this, every time the Liantai militia recruits, as long as the table is set, it will take less than an hour, and the recruitment site will be surrounded in an instant.

This time was no exception. The conscription office had just set up tables at noon today, and within two hours the entire street was surrounded by people who had heard the news.

People rushed to tell each other, because they heard that the number of soldiers recruited by the Liantai Militia this time was much higher than before. Although they didn't know the exact number, some people heard from the officers at the recruiting office that the conscription would last at least three days. It is the reason why those who come to hear the news are happy.

Of course, some people may say, are these people stupid, are they all vying to die?
What the person who said this didn't know is that there are many things in this world that are more terrible than death in battle.

For example...starve to death!
(End of this chapter)