All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 275, Long Lines of Articles
Long Wenwen jumped out to grab the show, and he was still thinking about getting these people under his command.

Chen Hao rolled his eyes at him directly: "Fart, you don't even have the courage to face the Japanese army's charge, so what's the point?"

"Really?" Long Wenwen didn't see it at the time.

Or he figured it out, but he was still pretending to be confused.

Everyone kept their heads down and said nothing, which already showed that they were guilty.

Chen Hao ignored Long Wenwen and asked who had the highest military rank among the crowd?

Lin Yi subconsciously puffed up his chest, showing his best side, and saluted Chen Haogui neatly: "Report sir, Major Battalion Commander Lin Yi is reporting to you."

Chen Hao looked up and down. He had a deep impression on Lin Yi. Incompetence, cowardice, and bureaucracy were the most profound labels on Lin Yi.

If this kind of person is placed in the back, he will not perform very well, but he will not make a big mistake.

It will be a disaster for the combat troops to put it in the front-line army and let him hold an official position.

"Can you drive?" Chen Hao asked.

"Sir, I don't know how to drive." Lin Yi answered meticulously.

"Very good." Chen Hao paused: "Major Lin Yi listens to the order, and I will now appoint you as the driver."

"Huh?" Lin Yi was taken aback for a moment.

Others are also confused, what kind of operation is it to let someone who can't drive be a driver?
Chen Hao straightened his face, and the colorful face painted with camouflage was very scary: "Ah, what? Answer the officer if you want to say yes, no. Answer me!"

"Yes, sir." Lin Yi saluted again.

As a very bureaucratic person, he has no thought of refusing orders from his superiors.

The order of the superior is everything, even if it is unreasonable, it must be carried out.

At the same time, Lin Yi hopes that his subordinates can carry out his orders without compromise, but due to his incompetence and cowardice, this is almost a luxury.

The old fritters never took his major rank seriously.

Chen Hao asked again who had a higher military rank besides Lin Yi.

Meng Faner took a step forward with one injured leg, and saluted: "Report to the officer, the captain and company commander Meng Faner is reporting to you."

"The translation was good just now!" Chen Hao praised him, and his eyes fell on the lame leg: "Was it hit by a bullet or was injured by a shell?"

"Report sir, it was stabbed by a devil's bayonet."

Meng got annoyed, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with his answer, even though he was lying on the ground pretending to be dead after losing the battle, and was stabbed when the devil soldiers swept the battlefield.

But only he knows about that, as long as he doesn't tell, who can know?
Coincidentally, Chen Hao who was standing in front of him knew it.

Chen Hao didn't uncover Meng Fanle's scar, but told him lightly that he would see a doctor and that his leg would definitely heal.

"Captain, I now appoint you as a part-time interpreter for the orderly, don't leave my sight."

"Yes, sir."

Meng got annoyed and agreed more happily.

If he is dismissed, he will be dismissed. He has experienced a series of disgraceful defeats, and there is no hope in sight.

Meng Fan is the one who sees it most clearly among the crowd. He knows why he always loses, so he is disheartened and lazy.

After finally being passionate, I boarded a plane to go abroad, only to find that I and others were still sold.

It is the stepping stone for Yu Xiaoqing to climb up.

Besides, what's so good about being a broken company commander? Maybe you can live longer as a messenger next to the commander.

When he saw Chen Hao walking in front of him, Milong was very excited inside, he saluted and shouted loudly: "Reporting sir, Zhang Milong, a private of the Northeast Army, is reporting to you."

Chen Hao patted his solid shoulder and nodded: "Very good, very energetic, I remember you.

Immediately, Mi Long seemed to have drank two ounces of white wine, and was dizzy from the praise.

He decided that Chen Hao was from the Northeast, maybe he was from the Northeast Army.Mi Long felt honored by Chen Hao's strong fighting power.

For fans, there is nothing more gratifying than being praised and praised by idols.

"Reporting officer, Lieutenant Deng Bao, I am from Hunan and I love spicy food. I don't think any chili is spicy, so they nicknamed me Not Spicy."

Deng Baoxu introduced himself ramblingly, and there was no more nonsense than him.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Chen Hao waved his hand at him, for fear that this guy would tell him any more gossip.

"You call it not spicy, wait, there is a devil pepper in India, which is ten times hotter than millet pepper. When I get it, I will let you try it, and I have to get rid of your no word, so I will call you kid pepper."

Deng Bao didn't dare to talk back to the officer, he was always afraid of the officer.

It's just that he still looks a little unconvinced, obviously he doesn't believe that he will be hot.

Chen Hao recognized everyone and wrote down their names.

These people will be his first team members, and if they don't die in the subsequent battles, they will definitely become the backbone of the team.

A total of 25 people, including Long Wenwen, barely enough for a platoon.

"Zhang Milong, Deng Bao, and Wang Bin are squad leaders No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-] respectively, with the rank of corporal."

"Yes, sir." The three of them agreed loudly in unison.

To be promoted suddenly, pure surprise.

Of course, this has something to do with their respective performances. In the previous battles, the three of them were relatively brave, and Chen Haoquan saw it.

Among the courageous defeated soldiers beaten by the Japanese army, the three of them were not bad, and they were short generals, so they were promoted by one level.

Soldiers raging one by one will raging raging nest.

As the most basic officer of the squad leader, if he is a cowardly and incompetent counselor, it will obviously bring the atmosphere of the entire squad into distort.

Chen Hao had this in mind.

"Dragon Article."

"Here." Long Wenwen, who was left to bask in the sun, came forward when he heard the caller, and said with a playful smile, "Marshal, you finally thought of me."

"The humble staff is willing to serve as the deputy head and lead them to serve the marshal."

When it came to begging for an official title, Long Wenwen immediately put on a serious look as if he had learned how to change his face.

The identity of the two had already been decided when they met in the jungle.

In the battle just now, Chen Hao strengthened the previous conclusion with his strength.

He couldn't fight and couldn't fight, and he couldn't fool him. Unless he left, Long Wenwen had no choice but to admit Chen Hao's status.

Chen Hao looked at Long Wenwen with a smile: "What did I tell you before? How many people are there, and what kind of officer are you? Now there is only one platoon, and you will obediently be the platoon leader for me."

For ordinary soldiers, Chen Hao usually shows an amiable attitude.

Only when it comes to Shanglong Wenwen, he has never had a good tone.This is a lot of ideas, and the owner of the dyeing workshop can be opened by giving three points of color.

Long Wenwen's ability to do things, among the people Chen Hao knew, only Li Yunlong could compete with him.

The brigade commander beat Li Yunlong from time to time to prevent him from falling into the sky.

Chen Hao felt that he had to learn from the brigade commander and beat him all the time, so he couldn't give Long Wenwen a good face.

In front of everyone, Long Wenwen, who wears the rank of lieutenant colonel and claims to be the deputy head of the Sichuan Army, was clicked to the platoon leader.

It was at best a position held by the rank of lieutenant.

For ordinary people, their self-esteem can't bear it, and they must be wronged like a little daughter-in-law who has encountered a wicked mother-in-law.

Long Wenwen didn't care about it at all, he saluted solemnly: "I take the order from the humble post, thank you for the cultivation of the Generalissimo."

This kind of face is thicker than the city wall, how can ordinary people handle it?

Anyway, the soldiers onlookers were very surprised, and thought that the long queue of articles in the uniform of the lieutenant colonel would be an interesting officer.

After sorting out the composition of the team, everyone's stomachs were already growling with hunger.

The cannon fodder who boarded the plane hadn't eaten before, maybe they were afraid that they would vomit everywhere on the plane.

Maybe they simply deducted their rations and turned them into a big meal for the logistics quartermaster.

Chen Hao's first promise to the cannon fodder was that he would not have to starve nine meals for three days with the national army.

He pointed at all kinds of food in the warehouse of the British army, and announced generously: "Eat whatever you want, just don't f**k it."

As the current number one empire, the food of the British army is very good.

Tin-packed canned meat, bacon, hard bread and molar biscuits, snack seasonings include cheese, black tea jam sugar salt, pepper mustard.

There's even some rum in the warehouse.

Although these foods are not delicious, they are already delicious in the eyes of the cannon fodder who have been starving and malnourished for many years.

The bayonet was inserted into the whole piece of meat and he gnawed on it. He didn't know how to eat jam, so he sprinkled it on the meat and ate it.

You are speechless when you eat sweet or salty.

Chen Hao, who was eating a sandwich with bacon sandwiched between slices of bread, suddenly smelled a foul smell, as if he had jumped into a garbage dump.

The sandwich in his mouth was no longer fragrant, and he jumped and cursed: "Damn it, who the hell brought shit in?"

"Sir, it's this can." Deng Bao pointed to the pry open can on the wooden box.

Chen Hao stepped forward to take a look, and the smell rushed straight to his head: "Order, bring the British guy to me."

Meng got tired of dragging a lame leg, and soon brought the Englishman captive.

After their explanations, Chen Hao realized that this was neither garbage nor feces, but a canned stew that had appeared since World War I. It was called Makonoki Field Meal.

Although it claims to be edible directly, it smells like a trash can after opening, especially on the top.

Intuitively, there are lumps of fat in the can, and the black meat particles of different sizes make it difficult to eat. It takes courage to eat it for the first time.

The only way to swallow it is to cook it and eat it with biscuits, even if you are not too picky about food, it will take a few times to get used to it.

But the most unpalatable thing is not useless, it can provide calories and nutrition, so the British are still making it and sending it to front-line combat troops.

Brits have a well-deserved reputation for dark cuisine.

Chen Hao gave the two British guys a strange look. How did they overcome the fear in their hearts and eat this foul-smelling shit?

I wanted two Brits to demonstrate it, but there was not enough time.

Chen Hao waved his hand to ask the soldiers to throw away the stinky can: "It's not that I didn't eat it, I wouldn't eat it even if I was killed."

The room was already smelly, as if the snail noodles had just been cooked.

Everyone had to move outside to fill their stomachs.

After eating and drinking enough, and bringing all the bullets, Chen Hao ordered the warehouse to be burned. They couldn't take the things here, and they couldn't let the little devils get them.

"Damn the lid, those are all good things, it's a pity to burn them, I'll get some more."

Bu Lai was the first to rush into the warehouse, wrapped his clothes into a package, and packed a pile of canned bacon to the brim.

The cannon fodders have all suffered from starvation, and the awareness of hunger has been carved into their bones.

Even guns and ammunition are not as important to them as the food they eat, and they rushed into the warehouse one by one as if they were buying goods.

Long Wenwen wanted to persuade them to stop them, not to pretend so much, but Chen Hao stretched out his hand to stop them.

"The orderly, why don't you take the Brit's white?"

Chen Hao smiled and asked Meng Fanle, the only one who hadn't looted the food.

"Sir, you didn't give an order. And you said, if you hang out with you, you don't have to go hungry for nine meals in three days. You will definitely solve our food problem."

Meng Fan looked at Chen Hao with a pair of dead fish eyes, as if he had seen through it.

Chen Hao smiled, and said to Long Wenwen: "Look, this is a smart guy, he's a fool with me, and he never has to worry about filling his stomach."

"Then if you don't stop them, taking so many things will drag them down." Long Wenwen was very puzzled.

The cannon fodder hadn't walked much in the jungle, and the hard part was death.

In some places, you can't walk five kilometers a day. Bringing a lot of burdens will only affect their speed of travel, and even affect their combat effectiveness.

"Let them take it if they want. They are the ones who suffer, so they should suffer a little bit." Chen Hao said nonchalantly.

Meng Fan was secretly startled when he heard that, sir, his mind is so dark!

In fact, he didn't see it so thoroughly. If he didn't go to get more food, he was dragging a lame leg, and he couldn't walk with a pile of things.

Actually did it right by mistake?

(End of this chapter)