Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 532: Sichuan Army Rises

Li Jiayu looked at the prosperous station in front of him and the surrounding buildings, and actually had an illusion that he was in another world.

"Is this really the Shanxi where we were stationed? When we were defending Changzhi, although Shanxi was richer than other places, it was far from being as prosperous as it is now!"

"Commander Li, this is what we are fighting for! Wherever our independent column goes, we will establish such a prosperous world to benefit our people!"

After fighting the warlords and the Japanese invaders, the years of fighting had exhausted him physically and mentally, and he seemed to have lost his goal.

But Wang Meng's words seemed to point him in a new direction.

The war is not for individuals, but for building a more prosperous China and to prevent the people from being enslaved!

"Chief of Staff, I understand! Next, let's see how our Fourth Army performs!"

The train takes only four hours to travel the more than 200 kilometers.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Yuncheng railway station was packed with government representatives and citizen representatives.

"Chief of Staff, what is this?"

"You don't know this? I came here specially to welcome you!"

I remember the last time there was such a grand welcoming or farewell ceremony was when the Sichuan Army left Sichuan. Since then, wherever the Sichuan Army went, it was good enough if people didn't despise them. Why would they expect a welcoming ceremony?

When they left Sichuan, they were the hope of the country, but their mood was tragic.

Now they are also the hope of the country, but their mood is completely opposite. They are the rising sun, illuminating the future of China.

"chief of staff……"

"No more talking. Wipe your tears, or they'll see you when you go out later and think I'm bullying you!"

Li Jiayu raised her hand and wiped away her tears.

"go!"

After getting off the train, Li Jiayu, accompanied by Wang Meng, came to the station square, where there was a medium-sized platform surrounded by reporters from all walks of life.

"Chief of Staff, you can let me, Li the Shorty, fight, but asking me to speak is more painful than killing me!"

"What are you afraid of? I'm here, just speak boldly!"

After some reluctance, Wang Meng and Li Jiayu went on stage.

Wang Meng walked to the electric horn and cleared his throat.

“Hello, government representatives, citizen representatives, journalist friends, and fellow villagers!

I am Wang Meng, the chief of staff of the Independent Column, and the person next to me is Comrade Li Jiayu, commander of the Fourth Army of the Independent Column.

I guess everyone came here not to interview me, but to interview our Commander Li Jiayu. So hurry up, we still have military affairs to attend to!"

At this time, a male reporter wearing a white shirt and glasses raised his hand.

"Chief of Staff Wang, Commander Li, I am a reporter from Pingshun Daily. I would like to ask a question that all people in the country want to ask: When is our Fourth Army expected to be able to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy?"

Wang Meng looked at Li Jiayu encouragingly and motioned for him to answer.

Forced to do something, Li Jiayu pressed the electric speaker down.

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Jiayu. Today is the first day of the Fourth Army's reorganization, and all work is still in preparation.

But please rest assured, we Sichuan kids are all veterans who have crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. We are not afraid of hardship or death. We will strive to complete the training as soon as possible!"

Wang Meng nodded affirmatively. What Li Jiayu said was very well-spoken.

It not only kept military secrets, but also gave reassurance to the people of the country.

At this time, another reporter with a middle-parted hair and shiny black hair raised his hand.

"I am a reporter for the Dagang Daily. As far as I know, the so-called Fourth Army of the Independent Column was reorganized from the original 36th Army of the Central Army.

May I ask if the Independent Column used some shameful means to coerce the central government and force the entire 36th Army to be incorporated into the Independent Column?!"

Wang Meng looked at this greasy reporter and silently spit in his heart:

Damn it, there’s something wrong with that damn Dagang Daily, the mouthpiece of the Chongqing government!

Wang Meng was just about to go all out and scold them harshly, but he didn't expect that the reserved Li Jiayu would beat him to it first.

"My dear journalist friend, I don't know why you asked such a question. But I can tell you responsibly that every soldier who was adapted made the choice according to his own will, and no one coerced them.

There will be no coercion now and in the future, and no one can coerce our Sichuan Army!

The reason why we chose to come to the independent column is to get fair treatment, to fight the devils better, to avenge our dead Sichuan brothers, and to avenge the innocent Chinese people! We share the same hatred and the same enemy!

And you, it seems, are not happy to see us have a stronger fighting power to fight the devils! Are you on the same side as the devils?

Don’t do things that will result in your son having no asshole!”

After Li Jiayu finished speaking, the greasy reporter seemed to be covered with thorns. The originally crowded conference hall actually spread out into a big circle with him as the center.

He was standing alone in the middle, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Anyway, you are just blackmailing me!"

After the greasy reporter finished speaking, he squeezed out of the crowd and fled in disgrace.

"Commander Li Jiayu, I am a reporter for Shenbao. I remember that when the Sichuan Army fought in the Battle of Songhu, they all carried two guns, one was an old rifle and the other was a pipe. They were called the "Double Gun Army."

But I just saw that our team doesn't have any cigarettes anymore, what happened?"

The name of this "Double Gun Army" is not glorious, so Li Jiayu stood there awkwardly.

Wang Meng took over the conversation.

"I will answer for General Li Jiayu.

The reason why most of our Sichuan Army brothers smoke dry tobacco is because the Sichuan Basin is humid and they need to smoke to keep warm.

At that time, the Sichuan Army, who were wearing only single clothes and jackets, were divided into two groups. One group went directly to the Songhu battlefield, and the other group went directly to Shaanxi and Shanxi.

For reasons known to all, we did not receive any supplies along the way. How could we fight the Japanese with only a single coat and a cigarette to keep warm?

But now, our independent column has a complete logistics support system, so they don’t need to smoke dry tobacco to keep warm. Those who are addicted to smoking can smoke the cigarettes produced by Pingshun, and those who are not addicted to smoking can simply quit, so you rarely see them smoking. ”

The reporter recalled the tragic scene of those ragged Sichuan troops who were killed by the Japanese naval guns in the Battle of Shanghai, with an entire platoon being killed with just one hit. His heart tightened!

"Sichuan Army, rise up!"

Li Jiayu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head again and looked at the people below.

The words "stand up" gradually gathered into a huge wave, hitting everyone's heart.

"Stand up! Stand up! Stand up!"