"The commander doesn't even ride a horse, so why does he always carry these spurs?"
"I do."
"Master, are you not married yet?" Shuo Yu didn't know why their leader asked this, but he asked it anyway, and it seemed like he was just saying it casually, because when he asked this question, he was drawing something on the map with a pencil.
"What's it to you? My dream is to one day wield my sword and ride my horse to chop off the heads of the Japanese soldiers in the Central Plains!"
Yu Xiaoqing tried hard to be serious. He came here to talk about serious matters, not when he would get married.
Shuoyu and Fanla stood in front of the door, but they were not leaning against it. The door was not locked, so they could just lean against it and get out. Besides, their leader said it was confidential.
It doesn't seem like a secret that's confidential.
Yu Xiaoqing looked like he really wanted to use the thing in his hand to beat the head with a bruise, but unfortunately he was interrupted by the foggy weather caused by their leader.
"What?"
"Attack, Commander?"
"Attack in heavy fog?"
“It’s just a foggy day!”
This is the scene when slickness meets seriousness.
Shuo Yu leaned against the door, holding onto the shaky Fanla, and thought, no wonder that old guy Tang Ji didn't let Yu Xiaoqing come to their place. Even the hardest gears would loosen when they came into contact with turbid old oil, let alone Young Master Yu.
Shuo Yu sighed in his heart. The things here should have nothing to do with him. After all, he didn't know how to fight, but he was here now.
He grabbed the hand that was always grabbing randomly beside him. Even though he tried his best to pretend that he didn't exist, he was still a living person after all.
Yu Xiaoqing had a stern face, because he was so embarrassed, he continued to speak,
"And we had to get to bayonet point before we could shoot, or not shoot at all."
His eyes were shining just like when Shuoyu first saw him on the battlefield in Myanmar. At that time, they had just finished a life-and-death battle, and he suddenly appeared. At that time, Si La Si La's biggest wish was to have a team of his own, and now he had it.
Yu Xiaoqing seemed to have finally regained his mind and asked why they had to start the attack in the fog?
After Yu Xiaoqing finished what he wanted to say, Si La Si La continued, "I only know that Takeuchi Renshan is waiting for a cloudless day to deal with the American planes and the division commander's artillery."
The guys on the other side are also giving it a try. They are crazy. A group of Japanese monkeys who are destined to die and can't even go home will sacrifice everything they have for what they believe in their hearts. They are not afraid of death. They are twelve thousand Commanders Ayi and Master Yu who are willing to die for the collective ideal.
"Using the method we three used before, there's no need to think about heavy weapons. There are only two hundred people at most, a few ferry chains, and two hundred guys who are used to hanging their lives on their belts. The people on the other side can only shoot blindly in this foggy weather. There are too many people and they are just targets. In fact, we have the advantage, division commander?"
The pencil in Si La Si La's hand drew a line on the redrawn map, then stopped and pointed to a point.
"If I'm lucky, Master, I can get here with two hundred men."
"...Then, a bayonet fight?" Yu Xiaoqing walked around the table, the squeaking sound of his leather shoes echoing in the small room, and then he slowly said this.
Shuo Yu watched their leader secretly relieve the numbness in his foot, lifting one foot, his expression not very pretty, a little distorted, his eyes following Yu Xiaoqing who was moving around,
"We'll use whatever we can, Commander, but these two hundred men must all be veterans with more than four years of experience."
"Brother, are you going to wipe out all of my Master Yu's flesh and blood in the first battle?" Yu Xiaoqing's words did not contain any accusation. On the contrary, there was a hint of happiness in them that he himself was not even aware of.
Si La Si La's face was not clean at this time, and it had just been smoked by the smoke from the burning of a person. It was so dirty that only his eyes could be seen clearly in broad daylight. He felt a little aggrieved.
Shuo Yu could understand that recruits were not suitable for such dangerous tasks. They had to be those who had fought in wars, those who had fought big battles and survived on the battlefield. Otherwise, there was no need to even think about it. It would be good if the others didn't pee their pants in fear. That was a battlefield, not a classroom.
"I don't want the corridor to be blocked by the bodies of new recruits. The corridor is very important. We rely on it to go down. We don't have time in there. Every second is critical, Commander."
The words "Master, you're dead, you're dead" were like poisonous needles piercing Yu Xiaoqing's heart and eyes. Shuo Yu wanted to laugh. If their group could not gather so many people, they would have filled the hole and would not have troubled Master Yu's elite soldiers.
A cold hand, like a dead person's, grabbed his hand, rustling like a little mouse. He thought, Fanla might be thinking about them, them in the corridor. That was what they were destined to experience, and there was no way to stop thinking about it.
"There was no light, no oxygen, and we had to rely on smell and hearing, crawling on elbows and knees. One shot could kill several people... In a place like this, one Japanese soldier could stop an entire company of ours."
Yu Xiaoqing had his back to everyone, perhaps because he didn't want anyone to see the expression on his face. Shuoyu was playing a game with Fanla's Mouse Finger.
"That's still considered good, Master. That place is very easy to collapse. Once it collapses, the people inside will be like cans waiting for someone to open them forever."
Shuo Yu felt that the death was definitely intentional. This guy kept muttering his master and leaned over to scare the child next to Yu Xiaoqing's cheek.
"Master, I heard that people who suffocate to death will scratch their faces!"
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