Matthew concludes on the side of the road

  The northern bank of Suzhou River, "Baoshan Camp" position.

  Today is a rare sunny day, and even more rare is that the little devil opposite us has finally gotten tired and quieted down. At this moment, Yue Weihan is lying in the trench sunbathing, while also picking off lice from his military uniform. No choice, when you're a soldier at war, it's like this - several months without taking a bath, if your body doesn't grow lice then that's just weird.

  As early as the end of September, the commander-in-chief of the Left Wing Army Group, Cheng Cheng, directly ordered Yue Weihan to dispatch the "Bao Shan Camp" to the front line, bypassing the division commander Xia Zhongyu. Yue Weihan was overjoyed and immediately led all 42 officers and soldiers to the front line. Cheng's original intention was to let Yue Weihan suffer a bit, but the result turned out to be contrary to his wishes.

  After several battles, the Bao Shan camp not only failed to be "easily annihilated" by the Japanese army, but instead took advantage of the situation to expand its forces. Especially after absorbing more than 200 defeated soldiers from Sichuan and Guangxi provinces, it had become a formidable force with the strength of half a main force battalion. Most importantly, the Bao Shan camp possessed an unyielding spirit that other Nationalist Army main force battalions did not have.

  Three meals a day are dry, and every now and then there are hot meat-filled buns!

  Equipment is not to be said, 92-style heavy machine guns, Maxim heavy machine guns, crooked-handled light machine guns, Czech-style light machine guns, mortars, grenade launchers, and even two 37mm anti-tank guns. This thing is the nemesis of the Little Devil's tank. In terms of firepower intensity, the Baoshan camp is almost as good as two main force troops of the National Army!

  Ammunition was abundant, other National Army troops were struggling to make ends meet, but the Baoshan Regiment was not.

  Due to the "Bao Shan Camp" having a big background (Chiang Kai-shek personally named it and awarded the camp flag), Yue Weihan had an even deeper background, so the commander of the 583rd regiment, who was above Yue Weihan, did not dare to make things difficult for them. Xia Zhongyu, out of a sense of guilt, tried every means to make up for it, and the military supplies for the Bao Shan Camp were all prioritized, and as much as they wanted was given to them.

  "Dinner is ready, brothers! Dinner is ready......"

  As noon approached, the cooks from the cooking class carried wooden buckets to the front line, lifted the white cloth covering the wooden buckets, and hot meat buns suddenly appeared in the sunlight. The Sichuan soldiers who had joined the Baoshan camp not long ago were all staring at the steaming hot meat buns with their eyes wide open, swallowing saliva nonstop.

  It's really not easy being a Sichuan soldier.

  Four hundred thousand troops left Sichuan with enthusiasm to fight for the country, but the National Government did not make proper arrangements. The high-ranking officials of various war zones even shifted responsibilities and refused to let the undisciplined and poorly equipped Sichuan army enter their defense areas. The National Government also did not provide salaries, and they could not plunder, so the lives of the Sichuan soldiers were truly miserable.

  In short, since leaving Sichuan, the Sichuan army soldiers have been eating only wild vegetables and thin porridge. The porridge is so clear that you can see your reflection in it, yet they still cannot supply enough food openly, and every day they can only eat two meals. Is this a way for humans to live? Now that they've seen meat buns, how can the Sichuan army soldiers not drool?

  At the sound of a whistle, the soldiers of Bao Shan Camp rushed over with a loud shout.

  The cooks in the kitchen hurriedly advised: "Brothers, don't rush, every four people have a share, don't fight..."

  But the shouting of the cook's assistant was useless, and in less than a moment, several large buckets of meat buns were divided up clean. Chi Chengfeng wolfed down six of them, but still felt a bit hungry, so he grabbed hold of a Sichuan soldier next to him, pried out half a bun from his mouth, stuffed it into his own mouth and continued to grab for the second Sichuan soldier's bun.

  "What are you doing snatching my bun? Give me back my bun!" The robbed Sichuan soldier was unhappy.

  "Your grandma! You think you're worthy of eating the buns I made?!" Chi Chengfeng said rudely, "Don't provoke me, or you'll be in for it!"

  After that, Chi Chengfeng snatched a bun from a Sichuan soldier and stuffed it into his mouth, starting to chew loudly. A Guangxi army platoon leader couldn't bear it anymore and came over to teach Chi Chengfeng a lesson, but was kicked by Chi Chengfeng several meters away. After falling to the ground, he couldn't get up for a long time. The nearby Sichuan soldiers and Guangxi soldiers were suddenly silent as cicadas in winter.

  In the national army, old soldiers bully new recruits, and officers scold soldiers, which is a common occurrence. Like Chi Chengfeng grabbing food from others' mouths, that's considered good behavior. There are also many unscrupulous old soldiers who will even force new recruits to do dirty things!

  "Chi Chengfeng, what are you doing?!" A low but majestic voice suddenly rang out.

  "Your grandma, you little brat don't have eyes? What can I do at my age? Eat baozi, of course." Chi Chengfeng responded with his head down, but suddenly felt that the voice just now sounded familiar. He quickly turned his head to see only Yue Weihan standing behind him with a dark face. Suddenly, he jumped up and stood at attention, saying "Commander!"

  Yue Weihan said coldly: "Was what you ate just now your own baozi?"

  "Reporting to the superior officer, no, it's robbing others." Chi Chengfeng was also unscrupulous.

  Yue Weihan said coldly: "You have your own rations, why do you still want to rob others?"

  "He's just a useless soldier," Chi Chengfeng said with disdain, pointing to the soldier standing next to him. "This group of good-for-nothings can't even stand or sit properly. Once they're on the battlefield, they'll be so scared by the little devils that they'll pee their pants. Giving them buns is a waste! I'm full and can still kill a few more little devils, but what can they do when they're full?"

  "Yes, what Chi Pao Chang said is right! Whoever kills the devils should get this bun!"

  "It's just as long as these Sichuan and Guangxi guys each kill more than ten little devils, we absolutely won't have a second word!"

  Next to him, the old soldiers of Lao San Ying immediately followed with cheers. Obviously, there were many veterans like Chi Chengfeng. On the other hand, the Sichuan and Guangxi military officers all lowered their heads, each with a look of shame on their faces. The brilliant battle achievements of Bao Shan Camp they had long been familiar with, if they really talked about military merit and food distribution, these "tu bie" (local ruffians) would only have to go hungry.

  Yue Weihan's face suddenly became even more gloomy, this matter is absolutely not a good omen today!

  If we don't take the opportunity to kill off the prestige of old soldiers like Chi Chengfeng today, won't they turn the sky upside down in the future? This kind of warlord mentality is nothing in the National Army, but if it gets to the Eighth Route Army, can the political commissar in charge of political and ideological work spare them? Locking them up would be letting them off easy; if they run into a rectification campaign, they'll be shot!

  In addition, it's been a while since these Sichuan and Guangxi soldiers joined the Baoshan camp, they should be reorganized.

  In the Sichuan Army, due to the hardships and injustices they suffered after leaving Sichuan, their initial passion and enthusiasm had long since dissipated. In the Guangxi Army, the defeat at Xiangyang had completely destroyed their morale. These over 200 defeated soldiers who stayed behind never considered Bao Mountain Camp as their own "turf".

  These defeated soldiers chose to stay behind, probably mostly in order to rely on others for food and shelter.

  If these Sichuan and Guangxi troops' ideas and spiritual outlook are not changed, the consequences will be very severe. Even if Yue Weihan gathers tens of thousands of defeated soldiers, it would still be an army made of sand, with no cohesion whatsoever. A few little devils could launch a charge and it might collapse. Yue Weihan absolutely does not need such a sandy army!

  In an instant, Yue Weihan had already made up his mind and shouted sternly: "Chi Chengfeng!"

  Chi Chengfeng secretly cursed his grandmother in his heart, and his face was even more fearless, responding: "Yes!"

  Yue Weihan sneered and said: "Do you think that whoever has the greatest ability, whoever has the hardest fist, should enjoy special privileges?"

  Chi Chengfeng responded with a grin: "That's the way it is! When I first joined the army, if I hadn't practiced martial arts for several years, those old soldiers would have bullied me to death! Besides, isn't that what being a soldier is all about? The Central Army, Northwest Army, Guangxi Army, Yunnan Army, Guangdong Army, and these beggarly Sichuan Armies aren't they all the same?"

  Yue Weihan burst out laughing and said, "If I were to issue an order in the name of a superior officer, even if you didn't bully others on the surface, your heart would still not be convinced, right?"

  "That's right." Chi Chengfeng hummed, "You are the superior officer! Even if you let me charge at the little devils alone, I won't frown, but if you want me to obey willingly, then you must follow the rules of the troops!"

  "Good, it's rare that you still know the rules!" Yue Weihan nodded and said sternly, "So we'll follow the rules from now on. That means, as long as someone has a harder fist than yours and beats you down, your privileges should be given to others. From now on, whatever he tells you to do, you have to do it, even if he tells you to eat shit!"

  "Sir, that's the way it is!" Chi Chengfeng patted his chest loudly and said proudly, "He's my elder, as long as there's someone in Baoshan camp who can fight better than me, I'll be their grandson from now on. A well-behaved grandson, no complaints at all. Even if he tells me to eat shit, I won't say a word."

  "Good, you said it yourself." Yue Weihan said and then turned to the surrounding soldiers who were watching the commotion and said, "Everyone can bear witness to this."

  The old soldiers of the Baoshan camp nodded one after another, while the defeated soldiers from Sichuan and Guangxi provinces standing beside them looked indifferent, as if this matter had nothing to do with them.

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