Under the bright sunlight.
In the Dongcheng Area of Chan Da City, in the junk-like receiving station, the defeated soldiers lowered their heads in guilt.
"What are you doing?"
"Why are you lowering your head?"
"The Yan Huang people are not dead yet, and the country is not dead yet?”
"Raise your heads and look at me.”
Tang Jie roared with a burning gaze.
Instantly.
Only then did the defeated soldiers slowly raise their heads and barely stood up. However, not many of them dared to look at Tang Jie directly.
Ta Ta.
Tang Jie strode forward and stood in front of a burly figure. He questioned loudly,"Zhang Mi Long, nickname Mi Long."
"Machine Gunner of the Fengjun, the wealthiest person here.”
"Could it be that you can forget the black water and white mountains outside the pass just by being muddleheaded every day?”
"Are you going to watch the Japanese take over your home and pee on your ancestral grave?”
"No, I don't want to!"
The Enchanting Dragon blurted out as if it had been awakened by lightning.
However, before he could react, Tang Jie had already walked to the next person."Meng is annoying, nicknames are annoying."
"I'm from the capital, a captain and vice-captain, a graduate of the Capital University's Foreign Language Department.”
"Your company died in the northern plains. You were chased here by the Japanese like a dog.”
"Are you so willing to endure this humiliation and forget all those blood debts?”
Hearing this, Meng Fan's entire body trembled.
He thought of his brothers who had gone through life and death with him, of his company commander, and of the land that had bled for him.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he replied loudly,""No, I don't want to!"
" Lin Yi, nickname: Ah Yi, Hu Du, Major Battalion Commander…"
"Kang Huolian, nickname: Kang Ya, from the Three Jin Dynasties, Corporal of the Jinsui Army."
" Deng Bao, nickname: Not Spicy, Xiangxi people, Xiang Army First Class Soldier."
Tang Jie pointed out the identities of the defeated soldiers and their hometown.
The blood of all the defeated soldiers that had been dormant for a long time was once again ignited. Everyone wanted to skin the Japanese alive when they thought of them.
The only thing that had been left out were the defeated soldiers from the southwest. Tang Jie believed that they did not need any provocation. Just the title of Young Marshal alone would make these people go through fire and water for him. They would not hesitate because the three provinces of the southwest had received too much favor from the Tang family.
"Tang Shan."
In an instant.
Jie Tang stood at the front and shouted.
"Yes."
Tang Shan suddenly appeared in front of him.
Tang Jie took out a tri-edged military knife from his body in front of all the defeated soldiers.
Under the sunlight, the tri-edged military dagger reflected a cold light. The three blood grooves made people shudder.
"The Japanese are known to be invincible in combat, but they don't know that our Yan Huang people are the ancestors of hand-to-hand combat.”
"Tri-edged military bayonet, forged from fine steel. Its toughness and sharpness are far superior to any military saber or bayonet in the world.”
"Anyone who touches it will die. The wound is extremely difficult to heal.”
Jie Tang raised the trident high and said loudly.
Swoosh!
The eyes of the defeated soldiers lit up.
Yan Huang's poverty was already insufficient to produce firearms and ammunition, let alone produce high-quality bayonet.
The Japanese were different. They had put in a lot of effort on the bayonet, and the bayonet was no less than a divine weapon.
Every time they fought hand-to-hand, the Yan Huang soldiers would suffer.
Only the 29th Division had spent a lot of effort to forge thick broadswords and set up a broadsword team to kill the Japanese.
The defeated soldiers present were all experienced in battle, so they could naturally see the advantages and disadvantages of the tri-edged bayonet. With such a sharp weapon, it was equivalent to having an extra layer of protection in a hand-to-hand battle. Who wouldn't be attracted by the tri-edged bayonet?
In fact, although Yan Huang's industry was weak, in terms of light military technology, its technology was not inferior to that of a world-class country.
The performance of the Zhongzheng rifle produced by the Hanyang Munitions Factory was ranked first in the world.
Their steel-making skills were also superb, not inferior to the Japanese in the slightest.
Under Tang Jie's instructions, the Tang family dug out a large number of steelworkers from the domestic arsenal and established a steelworks.
These tri-edged military thorns were forged by the Tang family's own steel mill. The quality was definitely hard enough.
"Tang Shan!"
"Yes!"
Tang Shan directly took down the Stirling submachine gun in his hand and handed it to Tang Jie.
Jie Tang aimed at the surrounding eaves and pulled the trigger.
"Tututu, tututu!"
7.7mm bullets were fired from the orange muzzle.
Under such a fierce attack, the tiles shattered and fell to the ground.
The scattered soldiers hiding under the eaves were all smashed into dust.
"The Stirling submachine gun is the latest submachine gun developed by Sun Never Sets. Its power is not inferior to the Thompson submachine gun.”
"If you use a 9mm Palabellum pistol, you can kill a horse!”
"I'm going. It's yours."
After saying that, Tang Jie threw the Stirling submachine gun back to Tang Shan and turned around to take a light machine gun from another soldier.
He immediately pulled the bolt and loaded again.
"Da da! Da da!"
Gunshots rang out in an orderly fashion throughout the entire Dongcheng Area.
All the fleeing soldiers stared at the light machine gun in Tang Jie's hand. Many of them didn't even care that the tiles were falling on them.
The entire collection station was covered in dust, but it could not extinguish the flames burning in the hearts of the defeated soldiers.
"The Bren light machine gun is the main equipment of Sun Never Sets.”
"I'm going. It's yours."
Tang Jie handed the Bren light machine gun to the soldier beside him and took a bolt action rifle.
"Creak!"
He raised his hand and loaded the gun.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Everyone watched as he pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger.
Bullets shot out from the gun.
This scene stunned many of the fleeing soldiers. How could a single-shot bolt-action rifle have such a fast firing rate?
"The Leenfield rifle, a standard British rifle. A skilled shooter can fire fifteen bullets in a minute.”
"The Japanese can only fire five shots a minute.”
"Even if I go, it's still yours."
"Come on, carry it up!" Tang Jie shouted.”
"Yes."
More than ten elite soldiers, who were ready for battle, placed mortars in the middle of the courtyard.
"You must have been blown up by the Japanese grenade launcher.”
"60 mortars, 80 mortars, farther, more ruthless, more accurate.”
"If you go, it's all yours."
"There's also the Maxim heavy machine gun. It's too heavy, so I didn't bring it.”
"If you go, it's still yours."
"75mm field cannons, 115mm cannons, 150mm howitzers, tanks, planes, they are all yours.”
"I, Tang Jie, swear in the name of the Tang family that as long as you join my army, you will be my comrade.”
"You don't have to worry about food and clothing. Even if you die in battle, your parents and relatives will still be supported by the Tang family.”
"The field hospital, medicine, doctors, and nurses are all ready. As long as you go, I'll guarantee your health.”
"Every month, the low-grade soldiers can receive 12 dollars, and the amount will increase accordingly.”
"The most important thing is that there are ghosts to kill.”
"I, Tang Jie, will ask you one last time. Can you fight the Japanese like a man?”
Staring at all the defeated soldiers in front of him, Tang Jie shouted loudly.
All the defeated soldiers turned solemn and looked up at him.
At this moment, the defeated soldiers who had lost their souls found their souls and found their faith and persistence.
Tang Jie left behind an address. It was the address of the advance party's camp. Anyone who was willing to join the advance party could go and sign up.
Then, he turned around and led the soldiers out of the shelter.
The station chief who had eaten so much that his head was full of fat was shot in front of all the fleeing soldiers because he had embezzled the pay and pension of many of them.
There was still some rice, pork, and vermicelli left, enough for the Chuan Legion to eat for a few days.
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