Chapter 112 How to make Americans pay willingly!

"Look, doesn't what I said make sense?" Cun Yunsheng looked at the little bookworm, still with a faint smile on his face.

Long Wenjian and others beside him remained silent, especially Xing Jiuhong, who looked curious about how the commander would convince this stubborn guy.

"No, everyone has to die, some are heavier than Mount Tai, some are lighter than a feather." The little bookworm retorted.

"I think killing three or four Japanese soldiers is enough. Using my life in exchange for three or four Japanese soldiers is more important than anything else."

Cun Yunsheng looked at the other person and thought that this guy was here only to seek death.

A rookie who knows nothing goes to the battlefield for the first time. The artillery bombardment alone is enough to scare him to death. If he runs around, he will die without knowing how he died.

No wonder Long Wenjian in the original novel refused to give him a gun.

No gun?

I just don't want to watch this guy die.

"But you can use your knowledge to exchange for more Japanese troops." Cun Yunsheng's light words made the little bookworm smile bitterly.

"Sir, if knowledge could kill the Japanese, would I do this?"

"Have you ever heard this saying? If the youth are strong, the country will be strong; if the youth are wise, the country will be wise; if the youth are rich, the country will be rich." Cun Yunsheng knew that it was not easy to convince him.

"Mr. Qichao's On the Youth of China?"

"That's right." Cun Yunsheng nodded lightly.

"After a century of decline, China will one day rise again. What our generation has to do is to fight all the battles that need to be fought. This is our mission and responsibility."

"So I have to go to the battlefield and fight the Japanese army." The little bookworm looked even more excited. He thought he had finally found someone with the same ideals as him.

"Fighting is the duty of our generation of soldiers, and your duty is to educate the next generation. China's rise and rejuvenation depends on them."

"There is an orphanage in the city. It houses orphans who lost their families in the war. They are in need of a teacher. You can go there and teach the children so that they will not forget their country and their family."

"Don't think that knowledge is useless. The war will eventually end, and then more construction talents will be needed."

"That's your battlefield. If you want to kill more devils, you should train more learned people." Cun Yunsheng's words deeply shocked the little bookworm. He had never thought about these things before.

To him, he was just a useless scholar.

It would be better to give yourself a grenade and die together with the Japanese army, and kill a few more Japanese soldiers.

But now a word awakens the dreamer.

Yes!

The war will eventually end, and when that time comes, more people will be needed to build the country.

"Our generation's responsibility is to finish the war, and their responsibility is to build the country. Each generation has its own mission. Little bookworm, I hope you can understand that it is easy to give you a gun, but your sacrifice has no meaning." Cun Yunsheng patted his shoulder and said solemnly.

"Go ahead, use your talents there, and treat it as a battlefield."

I have to say that Cun Yunsheng's set is very popular among the little bookworms. This guy showed an excited smile on his face, and the whole person looked refreshed.

He seemed to have found the meaning of his life.

Watching the little bookworm leave happily, Long Wenjian couldn't help but give Cun Yunsheng a thumbs up.

"As for deception, this is what you are, Commander?"

Without waiting for Cun Yunsheng to speak, Meng Fanle hurriedly spoke.

"Go away, what nonsense are you talking about? I think what the commander said makes sense. The duty of our generation of soldiers is to finish the war, and then the construction of the country will be handed over to the next generation."

"Isn't that right?"

Long Wenjian couldn't help but roll his eyes. How could he say that it was wrong?
Apart from anything else, at least Xing Jiuhong next to him looked at Cun Yunsheng with eyes full of respect.

So Long Wenjian could only grit his teeth and remain silent.

"Okay, there's no such thing as nonsense. At least our current responsibility is to drive away the Japanese army. What else can we do except fighting? If I ask you to open a factory, can you do it? If I ask you to teach, can you do it?" Cun Yunsheng glanced and said lightly.

"Let Si La Si La teach him how to kill the Japanese, he will definitely learn it." Meng Fanle's words made everyone present laugh.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. The Sichuan Army will be reorganized next. In addition to the original three infantry battalions, two more infantry battalions will be added."

"Xing Jiuhong, you are the battalion commander of the 4th Infantry Battalion." Cun Yunsheng looked at Xing Jiuhong and said without any doubt.

This guy was able to turn a replenishment battalion of a few hundred people into more than two thousand people. Just for this credit, he should be promoted at least a little bit.

"Yes." Xing Jiuhong was not a fussy person, so he responded immediately.

"What about the Fifth Battalion?" Long Wenjian looked at the other party expectantly. He also wanted to lead the troops to fight. A messenger sounds nice, just a person who runs errands. Moreover, his messenger is different from others. He has to do everything. So Long Wenjian always wanted to change him.

"What? Do you have any ideas?" Cun Yunsheng seemed to see through Long Wenjian's thoughts and said with a smile.

"Why do you think it's unfair to be my messenger? You know how many people want to be my messenger but can't."

"Ah, no..." Long Wenjian wanted to explain something but was interrupted by Cun Yunsheng.

"Okay, since you don't want to be my messenger, I'm planning to form a special forces company that will be responsible for fighting behind enemy lines and searching for intelligence, etc., and I'm still short of a company commander. What do you think?" Cun Yunsheng didn't want to tease him anymore and said with a smile.

After all, Long Wenjian joined the Sichuan Army Corps later, and it was impossible for him to be promoted to the same level as Meng Fanle and others all at once. Giving him the position of company commander is considered a promotion for Long Wenjian, and others will not have any objections.

Sure enough, when he heard that he was going to be the commander of a special forces company, Long Wenjian's eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands excitedly.

Finally I can lead troops to fight.

"Thank you, Commander." Long Wenjian stood at attention and saluted. This time he was absolutely sincere.

As for the candidates for the fifth battalion, no one mentioned it.

Because they know that their leader must have a candidate in mind.

"Let Milong arrange these brothers and change those who need to be replaced. They are all wearing tattered clothes, like beggars, which affects the image of our Sichuan Army." Cun Yunsheng gave the order again, and then called Meng Fanle.

"Commander, what's the matter?" Meng Fanle knew that something must have happened, otherwise he would not have called him alone.

"Send a telegram to Stilwell later and urge for the supply of materials. It's only now that a battalion's worth of equipment has been delivered, and it's still too early for a regiment. Ask him to speed up." Cun Yunsheng said.

"Is that all?" Meng Fanle asked in confusion.

For such a small matter, just give an order and it will be done.

"Of course it's not this." Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said.

"Help me think of a way to find a reason for Stilwell to give us some money."

Originally, Cun Yunsheng thought that the money he got from the British was enough to cover all expenses. However, after seeing that there were more than 2,000 soldiers, he calculated carefully and found that that little money could not last for too long.

Not to mention, he was also planning to build some factories to accommodate the refugees.

After all, we need to give those refugees something to do, otherwise problems will definitely arise over time.

There are also orphans who need to be fed.

In addition, it has been three months since we entered Burma to fight, and these soldiers need to be paid in arrears.

Before, we were either fighting or transferring, so the distribution was not timely.

The situation is relatively stable at the moment, and military pay must not be delayed.

People have worked hard for you, so you can't make them cry, right?

Not to mention, there are also considerable pensions for the wounded and killed soldiers.

The money obtained seems to be a lot, but when you actually count it, there is not much at all.

Unless he was willing to give paper money to the soldiers below like Shancheng did.

That would definitely greatly affect our combat effectiveness.

The pension you get in exchange for your life is not enough to buy a decent coffin. Who will work for you?

Therefore, Cun Yunsheng turned his attention to the Americans.

"Asking the Americans for military pay?" Meng Fan's scalp tingled. In his subconscious, shouldn't military pay be paid by Shancheng?

What's the point of looking for Americans?

"What? Is there a problem? Are we directly under the Allied Command? Is it too much to ask for some money?"

"Do you want to ask Shancheng for it? It's not impossible, but the money Shancheng issues is probably paper money, and that thing has depreciated now. I'm afraid the money they issue is not enough to buy you a coffin." Cun Yunsheng looked at Meng Fanle and said with a smile.

"That's not the case. I just think that it's too abrupt for us to ask the Americans for money." Meng shook his head in annoyance. Why should he ask for paper money when he could just take dollars?
But suddenly asking the Americans for military pay is really unacceptable.

"So, I asked you to come here to try to find a way to make the Americans pay the money willingly." Cun Yunsheng said as if it was a matter of course.

"Will the Americans pay?" Meng hesitated for a moment.

"Of course they won't want to. We are not their army, so how can we be willing to pay? So I said, we have to think of a reason to make them pay willingly." Cun Yunsheng looked like he was disappointed in his friend.

"Crying poor?" Meng Fan hesitated for a moment and decided to use the old method.

"No, let's change our idea. If we keep crying poor, the Americans will get annoyed. Especially since that old guy Stilwell has a bad temper and he will be stubborn. I'm afraid we will end up losing more than we gain." Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said.

"Then I have no other choice. If you can't do it, what else can I do?" Meng Fan spread his hands, indicating that he had no other choice either.

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng frowned.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"What do you think about tying military pay to morale?"

"What do you mean?" Meng looked at him in confusion.

"It's very simple. If Shancheng continues to give you paper money, would you be happy?" Cun Yunsheng asked.

"Needless to say, of course I'm not happy. Especially now that the currency is depreciating every day, I can't buy anything decent at all, and the military pay is in arrears. Damn it." Meng Fanle said angrily.

"Will you fight bravely in battle?"

"Only a fool would risk his life. If he dies in battle, he will only get a few pieces of paper money. Who would risk his life for that?" Meng shook his head in annoyance.

"What if it's the ocean?"

"That's definitely different. Even if we don't risk our lives, at least we won't fool around in the war." Meng Fanle said honestly. This is also the real thought of most soldiers.

"So, as long as we take this point to Stilwell, we will definitely convince him."

"No, it's not enough to rely on our Sichuan Army Corps alone. We also have to bring in the newly formed 38th Division. I believe that under the influence of so many people, that old guy Stilwell will definitely be confused." Cun Yunsheng's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a way to convince Stilwell.

"Let's go, let's send a telegram to the newly formed 38th Division first." As he said that, he pulled Meng Fanle towards the radio station.

　I got up late. I've been updating 160,000 or 170,000 words for more than ten days in a row. I'm a little tired! So I got up at 7:30. I'll update first and make the changes later! Sorry!

　　
　
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