Not only the soldiers of the Eighth Army felt that the meal was far too lavish.
Even the soldiers from Fujian felt that the prince was very generous.
Each person gets a roast chicken, and the table is full of fine wine and dishes—how can we possibly finish all of this?
As a result, many people secretly hid the roast chicken, intending to take it home to eat.
Anyway, the prince said that we must finish the food and not waste it.
If you can't finish it, pack it up and take it home.
Knowing their personalities, Li Chang'an specially gave each of them several red plastic bags for easy packing.
Even the rice was packed up; Li Chang'an didn't have the habit of eating leftovers.
Last winter, when he was rescuing disaster victims in Chengxi Village, he never gave them leftovers.
They were all thrown to the back hill and used as fertilizer.
After a hearty meal, the soldiers from Fujian carried several bags full of food home to feed their families.
The soldiers of the Eighth Army didn't have many thoughts; they didn't even know if they would be able to go home.
Alone in a foreign land, I feel like a stranger; on festive occasions, I miss my family even more.
Li Chang'an noticed their disappointment and didn't hide anything. He directly told Li Yunlong that they could return to their original world after completing the mission.
Li Chang'an wasn't on guard against these people.
He trusted these most lovable people.
Li Yunlong led his soldiers to the camp that Li Chang'an had arranged for them.
A row of wooden houses, with thick cotton quilts inside, three quilts underneath and two quilts on top.
Other miscellaneous daily necessities were also prepared properly.
This place was specially set aside for the reinforcements from Tai'an City, but for now, it's being used by the soldiers of the Eighth Army.
After arranging the soldiers, Li Yunlong gathered everyone together to prepare for a meeting and to do some ideological work.
This is a habit of the Eighth Army Corps; it was originally a job for the political commissar.
However, Li Yunlong and the other political commissars couldn't see eye to eye, so as the new commander of the First Regiment, he ended up doing the work of a political commissar as well.
Looking at the soldiers sitting on the small stools, Li Yunlong cleared his throat.
"Brothers, how was the food tonight?"
"tasty!"
"It's delicious, that's all that matters. This is our reward for coming here to fight the Japanese devils."
"As that young comrade said, this world is also facing the invasion of the Japanese devils."
"As you can see, the people who ate together tonight are all Han Chinese, all descendants of Yan and Huang."
"Now that the Japanese devils are bullying the Han people, we, the Eighth Army, must stand up for them."
This remark made the soldiers burst into laughter.
Li Yunlong continued, "Moreover, our young comrade said that this battle won't be fought for nothing. We'll provide food and lodging, and if we kill any Japanese devils, we'll get gold in return."
"The young comrade also said that the standard of food is about the same as today, and we will definitely not be treated unfairly."
At this point, Li Yunlong chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"I'm not afraid of being laughed at, but I never even dared to dream of having this meal tonight."
"These are all tough dishes, tougher than the Japanese tanks and artillery."
"Fish, meat, pork, and mutton—Old Li has been a regimental commander for so many years, and he's never eaten so well!"
"Even the top leaders at headquarters have never eaten like this."
"So, everyone must help our little comrade and take good care of the Japanese devils here."
After saying this, Li Yunlong said with a serious expression, "We must fight this battle well. The young comrade said that after this battle, he will send us back."
"When we go back, we can bring some things back with us."
"As you all saw, the tank from this afternoon was driven back by the young comrade. He said that if we win, we'll drive the tank back."
"We lost the battle, and I, Old Li, am too ashamed to accept their tanks. We'll just have to walk back."
"Comrades, do you want to drive back in tanks, or walk back in disgrace?"
Zhang Dabiao stood up, threw his hat off his head, raised his arms and shouted, "Drive the tank!"
Others stood up and shouted, "Drive the tanks! Drive the tanks!"
Li Yunlong looked at them and nodded, quite satisfied.
"Therefore, we must adhere to the Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention. We must fight well and strive to be used in the first battle. If I am used, we will surely win."
"Use me in the first battle, and victory is assured!"
Just as Li Yunlong was giving ideological education to the Eighth Army.
The Eight-Nation Alliance forces on the sea also sat together to discuss their plans to invade the Ming Dynasty.
On a huge Japanese pirate ship sat dozens of people dressed in strange clothes.
Leading them were several Japanese soldiers who were less than 1.5 meters tall.
They are the three Fleet Admirals of the Navy this time: Okamura Yasuaki, Doi Saru Kenji, and finally Yamaji Isoroku.
And standing behind them were the seven admirals of the Navy.
Yoshio Shinobu, Hisao Tani, Yoshikazu Hirano, Shinpachi Kondo, Toru Tanaka, Kanmitsu Tsuru, Akira Muto.
The others were representatives from Goguryeo, Portugal, India, and other countries.
"Ministers, our navy is now fully assembled. We are ready to find a pretext to wage war against the Ming Dynasty."
Okamura Yasuaki pointed to the coastal defense map of the Ming Dynasty and said, "As you can see, according to Lord Tojo's plan, we have been harassing the coast and diverting the Ming Dynasty's border defense forces."
"According to reliable sources, only 10,000 Ming soldiers and their general Yang Wenguang remain in Changle, Huzhou, Daming."
"Our plan was to find an excuse, saying that our soldiers were lost on the coast, so that we could land and search for them."
"As long as they let us land, we'll go ashore, then stir up trouble, capture Changle in one fell swoop, and kill Yang Wenguang. Then they'll have no ability to resist, and we can finally drive straight in and occupy the richest region of Jiangnan in the Ming Dynasty."
The Goguryeo representative then asked, "What if they don't let us land?"
Upon hearing this, Yamajiro Isoroku sneered.
"If they won't let us, then we'll just fight them."
"We have nearly 300,000 troops here. If we charge straight in, they won't be able to stop us."
"We just need an excuse."
"The Ming Dynasty is like an old lion now; how could it possibly be our match?"
Yamajiro looked at the map of the Ming Dynasty and reached out to grasp it.
"The Ming Dynasty of today is no longer the same as it was fifty years ago."
“Such a large territory, such good land, should belong to us. These weak Zhila people are not worthy of owning this land.”
“He belongs to the strong; only the strong deserve to possess these lands.”
Upon hearing this, the others nodded in agreement.
Previously, no matter which country bullied the Ming Dynasty, they could always take a piece of its flesh.
It seems that the Ming Dynasty can do nothing but surrender and pay reparations.
No matter who bullies the Ming Dynasty, there's no need to worry about them retaliating.
Therefore, this time, they were very confident that they could wipe out the Ming Dynasty in one fell swoop.
Let these Zhila people become their slaves, meat on a felt board.
Seeing that everyone had agreed, Okamura Ningchi nodded in satisfaction.
They unanimously decided to launch a joint attack from Changle three days later.
We're going to give this group of people a big surprise.
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