Opening game, American Tycoon

Before sunset, the army finally wiped out the remnants of the enemy and completely occupied this heavily fortified town.

Although the enemy suffered heavy losses, the imperial army also paid a corresponding price.In Kang Mingwei's company, nine people were killed and 22 were injured.

Following the usual practice, that night, the army held a grand cremation for the sacrificed brothers. According to the tradition of the imperial military, even if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, the empire would bring home the fallen soldiers, but the corpses would rot, so only It can be cremated on the spot on the battlefield, and then the ashes are transported back to their hometown or buried in the Martyrs' Shrine.

Regarding the funeral of soldiers, the imperial military has special regulations. Even cremation on the battlefield has corresponding regulations that need to be followed. In order to hold the cremation, the soldiers dug a large pit on the ground, and then put their heads to the west. Put it in the pit—head to Tangshan, soul to China.This is the tradition of Daming, and it is also true on the battlefield. After all, Huaxia is the root of Daming, and the root will never be forgotten.

After the soldiers piled firewood on the corpses of their comrades-in-arms, all the soldiers of the company stood there, just like when they assembled in the past, they lined up in a line, standing solemnly and solemnly in the good fortune.

"salute!"

Accompanied by the shout of the company commander, Kang Mingwei and his comrades saluted with guns at the same time.

When all the staff held the gun salute, the pyre was lit. The soldiers standing in front of the fire silently watched the fire. Next to the fire were Taoist priests accompanying the army—a characteristic of the imperial army. Regardless of whether the soldiers believed in Buddhism before joining the army It is still Christianity, and only monks in the army follow the principle of the majority—after all, the Chinese people are still dominated by Taoism. Of course, it is entirely the official tendency—the official side is Africa promotes Lamaism while suppressing Buddhism in its native land. One of the fundamental reasons why Buddhism is suppressed is that monks get married and do not have children. From this point of view, it is not in line with the national policy of Ming Dynasty.After all, the national policy of Ming Dynasty is to encourage birth.As for Catholicism, although there are many believers in South America, those believers... are not of our race, so it is naturally impossible for them to be officially respected.In this case, Taoism has become the only choice.

The Taoist priest who had changed into a Taoist robe, holding a Taoist whisk in his hand, recited scriptures for salvation, and there were so many dead soldiers there.

That night, in order to guard against the enemy's sneak attack, the soldiers stayed on the side of the road covered with blankets and spent the night without taking off their saddles and guns.
While the comrades were resting, Kang Mingwei and another soldier from Central Africa sat around the fire together, smoking cigarettes and throwing a piece of firewood into the fire from time to time.They have to watch the fire all night until the body is completely incinerated.

In the dark night, there were no lights on the street, and several large fires burning corpses spewed red flames. Although the flames were very strong, the flames were a bit scorching, but it made people feel a little sinister and intimidating...

Sitting on the ground, Tang Mingze rested his arms on his knees and rested his chin in his hands, staring at the fire with a dull expression, his sensitive nerves began to fluctuate again.

He realized that something bad was going to happen, and he felt so uncomfortable that he was going crazy. He knew that if his nerves were overwhelmed, it would inevitably lead to insanity, and if he went crazy on the battlefield, he would definitely die.

Take a deep breath, he said.

"In our platoon, I was the first to jump into the trench..."

He suddenly said aloud, Who is this saying to?

Who knows, the dazed look was not so much for the soldiers sitting around the fire, but for the comrades who were burned in the pit. Kang Mingwei knew in his heart that he could no longer control himself. This rhetoric cannot be interrupted.

"The enemy, fuck, throwing grenades... I took a chance and jumped into the narrow ditch... Several guys ran towards me, getting closer and closer, almost touching the muzzle of my gun... I buckled I fired the trigger and pierced candied haws for three enemies... The one at the front, with blood on his face, fell down... Actually, Fu Zhongming was the first to charge. He rushed to the front, but unfortunately he was killed It's..."

"That kid, he rushed to me from the wheat field, and then asked me for a cigarette, and I gave it to him, do you know what that kid said?"

"What did Fu Yibing say?"

"He said, after taking that puff of cigarette, even death is worth it!"

"Then he rushed out... When there was no order, he rushed out and threw a grenade. The kid was so crazy. As soon as he ran out, he threw a grenade and threw it directly into the trenches of the Americans. With one sound, at least four or five Yankees were killed."

Recalling the scene he saw on the battlefield, Kang Mingwei said with emotion.

"I've never seen such a brave person... I was in the crater, I used wheat spikes to insert a helmet, trying to disguise myself, but this kid is so careless, aiming and shooting... He really deserves to be a warrior of the empire, "

After a pause, Kang Mingwei said again.

"This guy, if he is alive, he will definitely get a medal!"

"You can get a medal even if you die!"

Said the comrade-in-arms on the side.

"Shangbing Kang, when we went out to fight, we never thought about returning home alive."

The comrade-in-arms with a cigarette in his mouth looked at him while talking.

"My father was born in the Tango domain. He was not a samurai, but a tenant farmer without land. He never had enough to eat since he was a child. People say that Dongying people eat exquisite food, but with such a small amount, they can't actually eat enough. Because of malnutrition, the stature is generally very short. When my father was in Tango, he planted the land of the landlord’s family and lived in a thatched cottage. In order to pay taxes, his grandfather sold his two aunts one after another. What about his father? When I grew up, because my family was very poor, I couldn’t find a wife. When my father was 19 years old, he heard from the town hall that he could work as a laborer in Africa, so he went.”

The soldier with a cigarette in his mouth seemed to be recalling something while looking at the fire.

"What does Africa look like? My father doesn't know, but my father went to Africa, and then worked as a laborer at Mr. Li's house. I thought it was very hard work, but Mr. Li is very kind. He asked his father to manage the contract labor in the farm. Father is the first It was the first time I had enough food, the first time I put on unpatched clothes, and the first time I knew what it was like to be respected. In the farm, everyone shouted "Tianzhuangtou", and Master Li betrothed his mother to his father. She is the maid of Master Li's family, and her father has his own house, and two years later, his father even took a concubine..."

Listening to his comrades talking about his father, Kang Mingwei looked at his slightly dark face. Unlike Fu Zhongming, his facial features were a little bit more ghostly.

Kang Mingwei once heard a teacher who traveled to Africa say that in the African colonies of the empire, the local aborigines are likely to disappear completely in the end, because the vast majority of aborigines are married to Japanese immigrants by aboriginal women, resulting in aboriginal people The fertility rate in China has dropped severely, and some villages have even had no children for several years, and many villages have no young women.

Of course, in the official rhetoric, this is a kind of national integration that promotes the progress of human civilization.And this is why there are so many mixed-race children among the officers and soldiers in the African army, because most of their mothers are local aborigines.

"...After the war broke out, my father immediately let me join the army after he learned that we could join the army like warriors, but that needs to be told by my father. From the day I became a soldier of the empire, my father said to me—I would rather die You can't humiliate the military flag, you must be loyal to the empire! You must honor the military flag..."

Looking at the comrades beside the fire, the native features in his facial features have faded, he is his comrade!
At this moment, Kang Mingwei even felt ashamed of his previous superior mentality.

Like Fu Zhongming, he is his comrade in arms!
Just at this time, a singing voice came faintly in the night sky, "Recalling the past with pride, I leave my hometown to embark on a journey, and I will not pay back if I don't make military achievements. The horn is loud, and it seems that the battle flag is like a wave..."

The singing came intermittently from a distance. Hearing the singing, Kang Mingwei couldn't help humming softly.

"The earth is burnt to ashes, the wilderness is boundless under the feet, the sun and the moon flag lead the army to march. Leaning on the horse and sighing, who can predict the life and death of tomorrow..."

At this point, he stood up abruptly, left the fire, and disappeared into the darkness by the side of the road. The stars were twinkling, and the night sky was like day. He spread his legs, urinating, and weeping.Tears came down, and his heart gradually felt better.

In the night sky there was a singing voice slowly saying "As a soldier of the empire, you must wake up as soon as possible, don't cry out for the autumn insects, for the glory of the empire, our lives may be thrown away..."