In the early winter morning, there was still some mist, and the open space in front of the main base was already full of people.

Nine hundred and eighteen soldiers stood motionless in the center, with a thousand clones on each side, standing together facing a rostrum, which had been temporarily used as a boulder.

At this time, Meng Xiang was standing on it, looking at the black head below, his legs couldn't help but feel a little weak. From childhood to adulthood, I gave a speech to a large number of people, that is, when I first entered high school and introduced myself to more than 60 classmates. At that time, you only had to say your name to deal with it, and not many people cared.

At this time, in the face of the more than 900 soldiers who were about to rush to the battlefield in Nanjing, he was speechless. It's not just nervousness.

Among the more than 900 soldiers, only Li Ting and the two miners were ordinary people, and the others were clones. This was the first battalion that he had completely organized after his change of outfit.

The clone's discipline keeps them moving consistently. Usually, they have no other words than a simple response to commands. It made Meng Xiang cry out depressed, but at this time, this silence made his heart a little breathless.

He tried to open his mouth, but in the end there was no sound, but he could hear his own loud gasp in his ears, which looked a little chaotic in the sound of his heartbeat.

Meng Xiang can no longer wait for the construction of the training center, and the Nanjing crisis has become urgent day by day. If you have a plan, you must start arranging it at this time.

Time is running out.

Originally, Meng Xiang still wanted to support more weapons, and left a lot of artillery ready to be sent to Nanjing. But a telegram from Rat One dispelled his thoughts. Not long ago, the eight 75 guns that he sent people to escort over have been requisitioned by others without compensation with official documents stamped with red seals. Under the report of the enthusiastic Zhao Shuxing, Meng Xiang also gave an order to obey happily.

Requisitioned without compensation, but he had no idea who had requisitioned it, and the requisitioned artillery allegedly appeared on the underground arms market within two days. Rat Yi has sold arms here, so he is naturally somewhat familiar.

The rat didn't understand, but Meng Xiang understood very well what was going on, the tradition of the Chinese people for thousands of years. In addition, after the Battle of Songhu, the army was defeated like a mountain, the army was like an ant, and the road was also very unsafe. The last time he escorted the artillery, he had already killed a soldier, which made him feel distressed for a long time, and this time it was even more dangerous, so he naturally had to think about it.

His personal strength, including the current base, is still very small, and all he can do is take advantage of the current situation. He arranged several nodes on the Wufu line and other rear lines, and was originally going to recruit the rout to organize the defense line, but he was scattered by the rout, and three soldiers died. All the contingent personnel, with the exception of a few in Shanghai, have now been concentrated in Nanjing.

The Nanjing guards were wide open, the morale of the defenders was low, the people's hearts were fluctuating, and the outcome of the defense could be imagined.

He thought about it all night, stayed up until his eyes were red, and finally sent out the first battalion that had just been formed and solemnly handed it over to Niu Yi.

There is only one ordinary person in the task force, Zhao Shuxing, the relationship there is complicated, and one person can't take care of it at all, and Li Ting, who has always performed well in foreign exchanges, was sent over.

In the next month or two, the most dangerous is Nanjing. History in Shanxi has proven that there will be a stalemate, and there is not much danger. On the front line of the Yellow River, even if Han Fuyu retreats without a fight, it will take until the end of the year. Meng Xiang is gambling, his little wings have not changed much in history. The devil's entry into the village during the New Year means that there is a time difference between Nanjing and the Yellow River defense line, and the first battalion still has time to come back.

But, will they be able to come back?

Meng Xiang opened his mouth, but in the end he just said: "Today, it's a good weather!" "Under the mist, the sun is just a big, round, not very dazzling red ball.

Meng Xiang looked up at the red ball, and a sadness floated in his heart, how many people could see the sun when they came back.

He slowly swept over every face in front of him, and the clones under the template were all handsome young men, looking back at their commander in unison. In addition to loyalty, a hint of eagerness had begun to emerge in their eyes. In their minds, the destination of a soldier is the battlefield! There, they will usher in their exploits and another sublimation in their lives.

Meng Xiang tried hard to remember these faces, but the fine-tuned appearance made their faces blur in his heart for a while, even if the fine-tuned faces were already very different, but Meng Xiang's heart was already confused.

"Let's go!" The short words were accompanied by the arms that were raised and then slowly drooped, and Meng Xiang's first speech ended.

Not many people remembered the nine-character speech later, and it was only after finding Li Ting's notes that it became known to future generations.

Looking at the neat steps of the clone soldiers walking farther and farther, Meng Xiang's vision became more and more blurred.

The other clones around him have been disbanded, and the only thing left is Rat Two. Meng Xiang's sleeves were still pretending, brushed in front of his eyes, and chuckled: "It's dusty, squinting!" ”

Rat Two stood upright.

Meng Xiang's words were not confided in, and his heart became more and more depressed.

"Buy me a bottle of wine!" Meng Xiang looked at the rat Erdao.

"It is not advisable to drink alcohol in the army." Rat Er stood up and replied quickly.

"Go, it's an order!" Meng Xiang said angrily.

"Yes, please give me money first." Rat II replied after saluting.

"Ahhh......h No money! No money! ”

The word money suddenly stimulated Meng Xiang, and he went crazy all of a sudden.

Ten hours later, Meng Xiang was still lying on the big rock outside the base in a daze, and his stomach had already drunk the bottle of wine that Xiong Niandong had brought out of the passing by, the bottle of local soju that had been treasured for two months. Meng Xiang, who drank so much wine for the first time, couldn't remember anything at this time, there were no people around for a long time, and not many people saw the appearance of the commander just now.

After lying down for another five or six hours, Meng Xiang slowly got up and lifted the bedding that the clones had covered him.

"What a headache!"

Rat Er, who was standing next to him, was still silent.

"What did I just say?" Meng Xiang vaguely remembered what he was shouting.

"You called your mother eighteen times, your father seven times, and a Xiaoqian's name thirteen times," Rat Er reported accurately, Meng Xiang couldn't help blushing and laughed to himself: "Normal, normal." ”

He also shouted the word 41 for money. ......" Rat Two is still reporting.

"Stop!" Meng Xiang stopped Rat Er's words in time, and after being silent for a moment, he suddenly smiled: "I said that today is a good day!" He looked up at the extraordinarily bright and large stars in the sky, and stretched.

"Today is November 21 at 1:32 p.m." Rat II reminded the commander in time that it was already the second day.

Meng Xiang was stunned for a moment, and continued to stretch his waist: "Today is also a good weather!" ”

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