my bright sword career

"Sir, are we really going to recruit so many people this time?" A captain officer at the conscription point asked Lu Fangyuan, the head of the supply battalion who was in charge of the conscription, with some hesitation.

Lu Fangyuan gave him a sideways look, and said angrily, "Nonsense, this is an order from Officer Gao himself, so it's still fake."

"That shouldn't be the case. There are a total of 8000 people. There are only nine battalions in our regiment. 8000 people can already replace all of us."

"You know shit." Lu Yuanfang glared at him, saw that there was no one around, leaned over and said in a low voice: "We are going to send troops to the Pacific Ocean to fight the Japanese devils with the Yankees. I don't believe you boy will not I know, these recruits are probably recruited for this matter."

"Let these recruits go to the Pacific Ocean to fight the Japanese, isn't that sending them to their deaths?"

The captain was shocked, despite the fact that the Liantai militia had been fighting the Japanese army in recent years, but they knew very well that the reason they were able to win successive battles was because they took advantage of the right time, place and people.

Once they lost their local combat and air superiority, and went to a small island in a foreign country to fight bloody with the Japanese army, it would be no wonder that the casualties were so small.

"You don't want to mess around anymore, kid?" Lu Yuanfang was startled when he heard the captain's words, and gave him a hard look.

Only then did the captain realize that he had said something wrong, he scratched the back of his head with a smile and stopped talking.

It's just that the two of them didn't know that Gao Hongming was standing in an inconspicuous place not far from them, silently watching the crowded scene of conscription.

After a long time, Gao Hongming turned around and said to Chi Yaohui who was beside him: "Old Chi, you said that if I send these simple young people to the battlefield in a foreign country, will it be left in the history books for thousands of years?"

"Sir, you're too worried." Chi Yaohui shook his head, "From the perspective of the Ministry of Staff, the action of the officer may be selfish, but in the long run, this move will be of great benefit to China and the nation. As for whether it will A thousand years of bad smell, this kind of thing has its own evaluation in history books, why should you worry too much?"

Hearing Chi Yaohui's words, Gao Hongming was stunned for a while, and then he burst out laughing, "That's right, merits and demerits can be judged by future generations, so why should I be too worried."

At this moment, he finally figured it out. Instead of worrying about the things behind him, he should do his best to do the things in front of him well. How to minimize the casualties of his side is the real business, and leave other things for future generations to comment on.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand: "Come on, let's go back to the headquarters. This time, if I don't beat out the shit of the old devil Ningci Gangcun, my surname will not be Gao."

.........

"Beyond the title, the WWII area has even been counted. Now that the army is approaching the city of Taiyuan, Okamura Ningji has no choice but to transfer troops from North China."

"Outside the number, the war situation in North China has changed suddenly, and the Japanese army base camp held an imperial meeting overnight to discuss countermeasures!"

In many cities behind, countless newspaper boys shuttled through the streets and alleys. They all showed excited smiles and waved the newspapers in their hands vigorously because of malnutrition.

Passers-by also stopped one after another, and many people shouted to stop the newsboy passing by.

"Little guy, how do you sell today's newspapers?"

"Returning to Mr., today's newspaper presents seven eldest sons."

"No, here it is."

Carefully, he took out the money he had saved from living frugally from his pocket and handed it to the newsboy, and picked up the newspaper that the newsboy handed over.

Looking at the headline written in the big black bold on the newspaper, the man's eye circles turned red instantly, but there was an uncontrollable smile on his face, followed by a hey smile.

Middle-aged men are not the only ones who show this kind of expression. During this day, many people in the enemy-occupied areas also secretly set off firecrackers. Let's celebrate this great news.

"Mother Xipi, nonsense, it's all nonsense. Are those reporters blind? How can they even believe such outrageous lies? If Yan Baichuan had the courage to attack the Japanese, he would not have been led by Itagaki Seishiro back then. The division has penetrated the entire Shanxi."

A thin middle-aged man with few hairs left on his head was furious at the telegram in his hand.

Next to him, a middle-aged woman with a slender figure, a dignified and beautiful appearance softly comforted: "Darling, the Shanxi problem was originally responsible for it. The Japanese occupied almost all the cities in Shanxi a few years ago. Now that Yan Baichuan has this confidence, you should be happy, why are you angry?"

"Ma'am, you don't know something."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and held his wife's small hand, "I never regarded Yan Baichuan as my opponent.

It is true that he is sophisticated, but his biggest shortcoming is that he is too cautious, and he is known as a person who dances on three eggs.

Think about it for yourself, is such a person willing to spend most of his family with the Japanese? "

"Darling... What you said is quite reasonable, but don't forget that Yan Baichuan has the help of that little fellow by his side. No matter how timid he is, he still has the courage to fight hard."

"What Madam said is not unreasonable, but I still feel strange about this matter."

The middle-aged man's suspicions are not so great, even after his wife explained, he still has not dispelled his doubts.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

A middle-aged man wearing the rank of Major General walked in and gave a military salute to the middle-aged man: "Principal, the Shanxi Intelligence Department sent an urgent telegram. Just three days ago, Ambassador Gao Si secretly met with Gao Hongming. It is said that Gao Hongming has agreed Ambassador Gao Si, agree to send troops to the Pacific Ocean."

"what?"

"Is there such a thing?
The middle-aged man flew into a rage, and threw the teacup in his hand on the ground with a thumping sound: "Mother Xipi, why is that so unreasonable, what is he, Gao Hongming, trying to do?"

After taking a few deep breaths, the middle-aged man asked again: "Yunong, send someone to find out immediately what kind of promise Gao Si gave Gao Hongming, so that the always shrewd Gao Hongming spared no expense to help Americans out of the fire. "

"Yes, don't worry, the principal, the students will immediately order the Shanxi Intelligence Department to step up the investigation."

Dai Li saluted with a snap, turned around and walked out of the office.

After the door was closed, the chairman sighed softly: "The rain is about to come, and the building is full of wind, Gao Hongming, I have known for a long time that he is not a condescending person, but I didn't expect that it was only a short period of two years." , he is full-fledged, and now he plans to set up his own family.

But I don't believe that Americans are so easy to deal with?hey-hey"