Sending off comrades

In the early morning of early winter, there was still a vague mist, and the open space in front of the main base was already full of people.

Nine hundred and eighteen soldiers stood motionless in the center, with a thousand cloned soldiers on both sides standing together towards the rostrum that was temporarily used as a huge rock.

At this time, Meng Xiang was standing there, looking at the dark heads below, and his legs couldn't help but feel a little weak. From childhood to adulthood, he gave speeches when there were too many people, that is, when he first entered high school and introduced himself to more than 60 classmates. At that time, he only had to say his name and deal with it, and not many people cared about it.

At this time, facing the more than 900 soldiers who were about to rush to the Nanjing battlefield, he was speechless. He was not only nervous.

Among the more than 900 soldiers, only Li Ting and two miners were ordinary people, and the others were cloned soldiers. This was when he completely organized the first battalion after he changed his clothes.

The clones' discipline made them stand upright and stand still. Usually, they had nothing else to say except for a simple response to the order. It made Meng Xiang scream depressed, but at this moment this silence made him feel a little breathless.

He tried hard to open his mouth, but in the end he didn't have a sound. He could hear his huge panting sound in his ears, which seemed a little messy with the thumping heartbeat.

Meng Xiang can no longer wait for the construction of the training center, and the Nanjing crisis is as urgent as it is. If you have any plans, you must start the arrangement at this time.

There is not much time left.

Originally, Meng Xiang wanted to support more weapons, so he left a lot of artillery to send to Nanjing. But a telegram from Shu Yi dispelled his idea. Not long ago, the eight 75 artillery he sent to escort through with great difficulty had been requisitioned for free with the official documents stamped with red seals. Under the report of the enthusiastic Zhao Shuxing, Meng Xiang also gave him a order to obey.

If you want to requisition for free, you can requisition for free, but he didn't know who requisitioned it at all. Moreover, the artillery that was allegedly requisitioned appeared in the underground arms trading market within two days. As soon as the Rat had sold arms here, he was naturally familiar with it.

As soon as the Rat didn't understand, Meng Xiang knew very well what was going on. The Chinese people had a thousand years of tradition. In addition, after the Battle of Songhu, the soldiers were defeated like mountains and the defeated troops were like ants. It was also very unsafe on the road. The last time he escorted the artillery, he had already died, which made him feel distressed for a long time. This time it was even more dangerous, so he naturally had to consider it.

He personally, including the current base, is still very small, and he can only rely on the times. He arranged several nodes on the Wufu Line and other defense lines to recruit the defensive troops to organize the defensive lines, but was dispersed by the defensive troops and three soldiers died. All the contingent personnel, except for the few in Shanghai, have now been concentrated in Nanjing City.

The Nanjing gatekeepers were opened, the defenders were in a low spirit and people were in a floating state. The ending of the defense can be imagined.

He thought about it all night, and his eyes turned red. Finally, he sent the first battalion that had just been formed and solemnly handed over to Niu Yi.

The only person in the task force is Zhao Shuxing, an ordinary person, is not good. The relationship there is complicated and one person can't take care of it at all. Li Ting, who has always performed well in foreign relations, was sent here.

In the next month or two, the most dangerous thing is Nanjing. History in Shanxi has proved that there will be a stalemate and there is not much danger. On the front line of the Yellow River, even if Han Fuju retreats without fighting, it will take until the end of the year. Meng Xiang is betting that his small wings have not caused much change in history. The Japanese enter the village during the New Year, which means that there is a time difference between Nanjing and the Yellow River defense line, and the First Battalion still has time to come back.

But, can they come back?

Meng Xiang opened his mouth, but in the end he just said, "Today, it's a good weather!" Under the mist, the sun was just a round, not very dazzling big red ball.

Meng Xiang looked up at the red ball, and a feeling of sadness rose in his heart. How many people could see the sun when they came back.

He slowly scanned every face in front of him. The clone soldiers under the template modulated were handsome guys, looking back at their commanders together. In addition to loyalty, a hint of enthusiasm began to emerge in their eyes. In their minds, the destination of the soldiers is the battlefield! There, they will usher in their merits and another sublimation in their lives.

Meng Xiang tried hard to remember these faces, but the fine-tuned appearance made their faces blurred in his heart. Even though the fine-tuned faces were very different, Meng Xiang's heart was already confused.

"Start!" The short words were accompanied by arms raised and then slowly sagging, and Meng Xiang's first speech ended.

Not many people remembered the nine-word speech later, but it was only known to future generations after finding Li Ting's notes.

As the clone soldiers walked further and further, Meng Xiang's vision became blurry.

The other cloned soldiers around had disbanded, and there was only Rat Two around him. Meng Xiang's sleeves were still pretending to behave, brushing past his eyes, and laughed softly: "The dust is so thick, I'm squinting!"

The two of the rat stand upright and do not speak.

Meng Xiang's words were no one to express, and he felt more and more depressed.

"Buy me a bottle of wine!" Meng Xiang looked at the mouse.

"It is not advisable to drink alcohol in the army." Shi Er stood up and replied quickly.

"Go, this is an order!" Meng Xiang said angrily.

"Yes, please give me money first." Shit Er replied after saluting.

"Ahhhh..., it's money again, why do you always ask me for money? No money! No money!"

The word money suddenly stimulated Meng Xiang, and he suddenly went crazy.

Ten hours later, Meng Xiang was still lying on the big rock outside the base in a daze. He had already drunk the bottle of wine that Xiong Niandong had passed by, and the bottle of local sour wine that had been treasured for two months. Meng Xiang, who drank so much wine for the first time, could not remember anything at this time. There were no people around him, and not many people saw the commander's appearance just now.

After lying weak all over, Meng Xiangcai slowly got up and lifted up the bedding covered by the clone soldiers.

"What a headache!"

The two of the Rat standing next to him remained silent.

"What did I say just now?" Meng Xiang vaguely remembered what he shouted.

"You called Mom eighteen times, Dad seven times, and Xiaoqian's name thirteen times," Mouse 2 accurate report, Meng Xiang couldn't help blushing and laughed: "Normal, normal."

"I also called the word "money forty-one"..." Shi Er was still reporting.

"Stop!" Meng Xiang stopped Shi Er's words in time. After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled and said, "I said today is a good day!" He looked up at the sky that was particularly bright and large, and stretched.

"Today is 1:32 on November 21st." Shit Er reminded the commander in time. It was the second day now.

Meng Xiang was stunned for a moment, and continued to stretch his body: "Today is also a good weather!"
Chapter completed!