Chapter 11: Hating iron but not steel

Walking on the road, Cun Yunsheng felt a lot more relaxed, as he felt that he had completed Chen Xiaojiu's instructions.

Even though this request was promised by my previous incarnation, my thoughts became much clearer after I completed it.

On the way to the shelter, we saw many deserters in tattered clothes rushing towards the shelter.

There is no doubt that it was the members of the cannon fodder group who spread the news that they would treat everyone to a pig-killing meal in the evening.

There were about three to four thousand defeated soldiers in the entire Zenda, coming from various places.

There were local security groups, some of which were disbanded like Milong, and some of which had their organizations cancelled, leaving the defeated soldiers homeless.

It can be said that the defeated soldiers here have a complex composition.

As for why Yu Xiaoqing later came here to recruit soldiers, it was purely because he wanted to prove himself and rely on his own abilities to form a powerful Sichuan Army.

Facts proved that he thought too much. The Sichuan Army Corps he formed was defeated as soon as he got off the plane.

Later, he had no choice but to compromise. So even though he is a division chief, there are not many things he can really decide.

It is because the troops under his command are not truly his own.

But he looked down on the members of the cannon fodder group.

"It looks like I won't have to worry about recruits anymore, but will have to worry about money." Cun Yunsheng couldn't suppress the smile on his face as he watched more and more people crowding towards the shelter.

But then he started to worry again. No matter what, he had to pay out some military salaries.

The emperor has no shortage of hungry soldiers, so it is impossible for him to owe them wages.

So one thing he had to solve was how to deal with the ocean.

The only thing he had that could be cashed in, apart from those small yellow croakers, was penicillin, but this thing was a miracle drug and he definitely couldn't sell it.

Then there is only one way, which is to sell arms.

All his current weapons and equipment combined are enough to form a company.

But this is far from enough. A regiment must have at least thousands of rifles.

Fortunately, even if we recruit soldiers next, we have to conduct queue training first.

Wash away the lazy aura from these defeated soldiers.

Even if we don't say that we can enforce the law, at least it should be better than it is now.

Cun Yunsheng felt a headache when he thought about the huge amount of money needed to form an army.

They could only hope that the next time they cut down trees, they would get a large amount of equipment. Otherwise, their group would become a joke.

But for now, we still have to find Milong first and use his black market connections to get some money.

Thinking of this, Cun Yunsheng quickened his pace and soon returned to the shelter.

At this moment, the shelter was already filled with many defeated soldiers.

Looking at the confused crowd in front of him, Cun Yunsheng frowned slightly.

Except for some people who were busy in the field, the rest were either leaning against the wall, bragging, chatting, and smiling.

Or he could be like Milong, lying leisurely with someone blowing the air for him.

Some people even slept on the floor.

This made Cun Yunsheng a little annoyed.

Some people with very sharp eyes stood up immediately when they saw Cun Yunsheng.

At this time, Cun Yunsheng took out his Browning and turned on the safety.

Milong, who was lying on a recliner eating melon and enjoying his wonderful life, was startled when he saw this scene.

He didn't even care about the watermelon in his hand.

"You bastard, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?"

Now Milong was afraid of Cun Yunsheng, so when he saw Cun Yunsheng pulling out a gun, he subconsciously thought that the other party was going to cause trouble for him.

Before he could recall carefully what he had done to make the Plague God on the opposite side furious.

boom!
Cun Yunsheng pulled the trigger, and the sound of gunfire resounded throughout the shelter. All the fleeing soldiers were startled, even Xue Tian, ​​who was directing the cooking.

Subconsciously, I thought the Japanese army was attacking and prepared to draw my gun.

As a result, he saw that it was Cun Yunsheng who fired the shot, so he hurried over.

"Commander, you're back. I've bought all the side dishes as you instructed. We're boiling water and cutting vegetables now," Xue Tian reported quickly.

Unfortunately, at this time Cun Yunsheng had no interest in listening to his report at all, and immediately yelled at the cannon fodder who were still confused and dazed.

"Emergency assembly, line up within one minute, otherwise you will be subject to military law."

As he said this, he pulled the trigger again and gunshots rang out again.

Sure enough, the whole yard was in chaos.

The defeated soldiers looked at each other.

They could see from each other's eyes that they didn't want to line up.

But thinking about the pig-slaughtering dinner in the evening, he hesitated for a while, and then obediently went to line up.

There is no way. My stomach, which has been hungry for a long time, really needs oil and water.

As expected, the defeated soldiers initially refused, but after seeing the pork being cut into pieces, they finally obeyed.

With the stick on one side and the carrot on the other, we used this two-pronged approach to decisively subdue these defeated soldiers.

Before long, with everyone pushing and shoving each other, the queue was finally lined up.

Looking at the crooked queue in front of him, Cun Yunsheng frowned slightly and then raised his voice.

"Stand still, do you look like a soldier?"

"They are all covered in dirt and look like beggars."

"To be frank, even the bandits are better than you."

This sentence is somewhat hurtful. After all, the bandits do not have such good military qualities.

"Damn this thing, I wonder where it's going next." Bu La muttered in the queue.

"Keep your voice down. If you get caught, you will definitely be punished. This young leader is ruthless. Didn't you see that Milong was completely subdued by him?" Yao Ma beside him explained hurriedly.

"Damn it, I'll endure it for the sake of the pig-killing dinner tonight."

Seeing that Bu La had given in, others naturally didn’t dare to be the first to stand out.

"The messenger, where is my messenger? Meng Fan is so annoying. Within three meters, within three meters." Cun Yunsheng shouted loudly.

He estimated that Meng Fanle should be awake by now, so he raised his voice.

Sure enough, Meng Fanle had actually woken up a long time ago, but the wound on his buttocks still caused bursts of pain from time to time.

Now when he heard Cun Yunsheng calling him, he couldn't help but curse, "What a rude person!"

Don’t you see that you are a wounded person now?

But he still endured the pain, climbed up from the bed, opened the door, limped to Cun Yunsheng, and shouted with some resentment.

"Commander, the messenger Meng Fanle is here to report. May I ask if you have any instructions?"

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng looked at Meng Fanle carefully, then said with a smile.

"It looks like he's recovering well. There's no post-operative infection, which is great."

"Well, I'll give you three minutes to get yourself in shape. I can't stand this mess. Let them line up and stand straight."

"If you don't stand properly, you won't get to eat the pig-killing meal tonight."

"If anyone else comes later, we will use this standard. If they don't pass or are unwilling to do it, we will just ask them to leave."

"If anyone dares to cause trouble, Old Xue will leave it to you."

"Yes, young master." Xue Tian responded quickly.

At that time, Meng Fan was surprised. Just leave everything to him?

(End of this chapter)