Early the next morning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chi Dakui was surrounded by full happiness.

To be exact, it was surrounded by a surging crowd.

The small temporary recruiting point was squeezed out, and the wooden gate itself was not very strong, and in the end it was simply demolished by the soldiers who were waiting for it with their bare hands.

Even Liu Lang, the initiator, was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

Thousands of people, if scattered in the metropolis of Shanghai, it is a basin of water poured in the desert and disappeared in an instant, but what if they are concentrated around a small house?

Liu Lang coldly popped out of Aunt Baiyun's classic line in his mind: That guy, there are crowds of people and red flags。。。。。。

I'm afraid that only the word crowd can describe the early morning when the independent regiment successfully dug the foot of the wall.

It seems that Liu Lang's use of modern propaganda methods yesterday had excellent results.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with the clenched teeth of the bigwigs of the Nineteenth Route Army and their acquiescence. As for the reason, I'm afraid that Liu Lang and Commander Cai Tingkai know.

It took a whole morning for Chi Dakui and the remaining six remnants to lead a dozen or so nurses supported by the Fifth Army Field Hospital to complete the registration of all the registered soldiers.

4,892 people, almost a full brigade of men. Among them, there are 34 lieutenants and 4,858 ordinary soldiers, and there are no colonels, because the military orders issued by the military department to all brigades and regiments are clearly written, and those below the rank of colonel are all voluntary, and those above the rank of colonel can report to the military department on their own and wait for the military department to discuss.

Because there were too many people who signed up, far exceeding the quota of 500 people given to Liu Lang by Cai Tingkai, Liu Lang made a temporary decision.

Select.

Only by selection can he select the 500 people he needs from thousands of people, these 500 people are the skeleton of his independent regiment in the future, and the 500 veterans who have experienced blood and fire are the core of this independent regiment that has not yet become an army, and it is also Liu Lang's greatest confidence in facing the fierce and monstrous Japanese invaders five years later.

Of course, Liu Lang took the initiative to ignore Chi Dakui, Ji Yanxue and the other seven people, they are still officers of the 19th Route Army, but Liu Lang feels that the generous Commander Cai should not care about these trivial matters with him.

Liu Lang knew that Cai Tingkai, who was still listening to his sensationalism with tears in his eyes yesterday, was slapping the table and losing his temper at this moment.

"I'll give you Liu Lang a lung, didn't you tell Lao Tzu that according to the order of registration, the quota will be closed when it is full? Now why is it being selected again, this special mother is not digging Lao Tzu's corner, but digging Lao Tzu's heart and liver! Cai Tingkai's angry roar made the guards standing guard outside the military headquarters couldn't help but shrink their necks.

On either side of the conference table sat officers, and the lowest rank was at least a colonel, a figure at the level of regimental commander.

The bigwigs from all walks of life looked at Cai Junzuo who was losing his temper, and just waiting for him to give an order, they went to a greedy colonel to rob people.

Recruit 500 people, the military seat agreed, and they endured, and each brigade and each regiment made up a few people, and the 500 places were filled. For this reason, they also deliberately asked each company to organize the military backbone of their respective companies to go out for exercises in the morning, that is, they planned to let the military backbone go one or two hours late, and the person who dug the foot of the wall was estimated to be full.

I knew that he had made another moth. Select? This is to poach the most elite soldiers of the 19th Route Army!

"Let's go, let's go with Lao Tzu to see how he Liu Lang was selected." Cai Tingkai, who lost his temper, slapped the table and walked out of the conference room first.

The bigwigs from all walks of life looked at each other, which didn't mean right! What kind of auditions do we want to see? We don't want to be selected at all, right?

Facing the 4,892 people standing in front of him, Liu Lang nodded with satisfaction.

There is not much open space in the town that can accommodate so many people, everyone is standing on the empty field, and Liu Lang and Chi Dakui and others are standing on the narrow ridge.

Although the scorching sun of East China in May was not strong enough, he had stood here for an hour without saying a word and the soldiers. The 19th Route Army is worthy of being the most elite army of the Nationalist Government at present, and it is nothing more than that they can fight on a par with the highly disciplined red troops.

"Brethren, probably many of you have seen me, in the newspapers. Yes, I am the son of the landowner, Liu Lang, who donated 20,000 oceans of military funds to the communications officer of the major of the division headquarters. Liu Lang suddenly said.

The audience was silent.

Chi Dakui couldn't help but have a weak leg, sir, this is a lot of suspicions, and what do you mean by using your own story to drive people away? It's possible that people will run out!

Zhao Ergou also felt that yesterday's commander personally promised him to be the commander of the artillery company, maybe, just casually. Because, the chief may only want to take the six of them with him。。。。。。

"However, this colonel, Lao Tzu didn't spend a penny, it was the head of a little devil, a major general, and a big Zuo." Liu Lang proudly pointed to the three three-dimensional stars on his shoulders.

The soldiers who stood in silence were in an uproar. Although everyone knew that the chief of staff of the Fifth Division of the Japanese Invaders and the Seventh Wing were killed, no one knew that it was the fat communications officer in front of him who did it.

This is really a fat guy with a fork, if he doesn't brag about it.

"Okay, now, I announce the assessment method, and only those who pass are eligible to be selected for the list of 500 people." Liu Lang shouted loudly.

As soon as Liu Lang finished speaking, it was not just an uproar, it could be called restless.

Obviously, the soldiers are very resistant to this so-called selection, especially as an elite division like the Nineteenth Route Army, which has always maintained its arrogance.

They have this qualification, from the Northern Expedition War to the Central Plains War to the Songhu Battlefield, whether it is their predecessor, the Tenth National Division or the reorganized Nineteenth Route Army, they have never lost.

They are the most elite army in China in this era.

Liu Lang didn't speak until the sound stopped.

"Liu Dazhu, out of the ranks." Liu Lang suddenly pointed with his hand, pointing to a remnant soldier wearing a second lieutenant uniform who was standing straight with his legs crossed on his side and his hands behind his back.

This standing posture was learned by Liu Lang from the future American soldiers, although it is not as beautiful as the PLA, but it is more practical and can better reflect the majesty of the soldiers.

The era is different, the environment is different, and at the same time, in order to avoid the association of people with a heart, Liu Lang directly chose the standing posture of the American soldiers, and trained the only six soldiers under his command for half a month, so that he could look a little bit.

"Yes." Liu Dazhuan puffed up his breath and roared, and strode forward.

Although he stepped into the air and went straight down the ridge, his body was a little staggering, but Liu Dazhu's upper body was still standing still, his eyes kept looking straight ahead, and he didn't look at his feet at all.

The faces of the soldiers who saw this scene with their own eyes were slightly pale, and a simple step showed the determination of this soldier, not to mention stepping into the air, looking at his eyes leveling at the front of him without moving, as if even if it was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he would step out in one step.

"Second Lieutenant, report your number." Liu Lang yelled.

"Liu Dazhu, the former senior soldier of the 3rd Battalion, 1st Company, 2nd Platoon, 3rd Class of the 61st Division of the 19th Route Army, is now a second lieutenant of the Independent Regiment, and has no official position." The stout Liu Dazhu's roar was enough for the more than 4,000 people present to hear it.

"Isn't it strange to you that a private of the upper rank has been promoted to an officer by three ranks?" Liu Lang asked loudly in the face of the soldiers who suddenly became a little restless, and before he could react below, Liu Lang then yelled: "Liu Dazhu, take off your clothes." ”

Liu Dazhu did not hesitate, took off his neatly dressed second lieutenant uniform, revealing his tendon flesh.

The dark and shiny tendon flesh was covered with large and small scars, but the most striking was a dark red centipede-like hideous scar that spread from the chest to the ribs.

All the soldiers were terrified.