Chapter 138: The Army of the Future

"Brother! I'm on your pirate ship now and I can't get off."

Lei Xiong was stroking the captain rank he had torn off reluctantly, and looked at Tang Dao coming over and said with a sad face. "I'm so miserable! I finally got promoted to major, but I didn't even see the major's collar badge. Now, I'm not even a soldier anymore."

"Haha, brother Lei, don't make a decision so early." Tang Dao grinned. "I guarantee in my personal name that you, Major Lei, will definitely be reinstated."

"Really?" Lei Xiong's eyes suddenly lit up.

For a pure soldier like Lei Xiong, he is not afraid of fighting to the death, but losing his military position is the biggest pain in his heart.

It was a helpless move to tear off the collar badge before. If he didn't do so, the consequences of violating the military order of the theater command would even involve commanders like the lieutenant colonel of the army. The Western concessions could only continue to put pressure on China to protect themselves.

Hearing Tang Dao say that there would be a turnaround, he was naturally overjoyed.

Tang Dao has proved with facts that he never speaks nonsense.

"Hehe, but that means we are all 'dead'." Tang Dao poured cold water on Lei Xiong again. "Otherwise, those bigwigs will not let us, the rebellious army, go easily? If that happens, whoever has objections will have to use military rank to disobey orders in the battle?"

"That doesn't matter, as long as those guys don't put the shit pot on the graves of our brothers and let our brothers' families be implicated." Lei Xiong breathed a sigh of relief with a nonchalant look.

"Don't worry, it won't cost much to restore the military rank and treatment of a group of 'dead' people, and it can also show the living their so-called determination." Tang Dao looked at Lei Xiong, who was not afraid of life and death, with admiration in his eyes, and continued.

Compared with the time and space that Tang Dao was familiar with, the soldiers of this era had almost no equipment to show, and their training was also very insufficient.

But poverty can train people to be more resilient. Even if they have to sacrifice their most precious lives, their needs are really meager, which makes people feel a little sad.

They just hope that their families will not be implicated.

"I hope so!" Lei Xiong looked at Tang Dao, whose face was full of admiration, and suddenly became curious.

"Everyone is dying, big brother, can you tell me your real origin? Anyway, I firmly believe that you are from the Sichuan Army. If those brothers are as fierce as you, then where can we, the German-equipped divisions of the Central Army, put our faces! And we are called the Imperial Guards!"

"Report to Commander Lei Xiong, the 2014 graduate of Jinling Army Academy, Tang Dao No. 002 of the 'Desert Eagle' Battalion of the China Frontier Military Region reports to you!" Tang Dao put his legs together, stood at attention, and saluted solemnly.

Tang Dao reported his real organization.

He did not represent himself, but all the future armies of the Republic, and paid tribute to these Chinese veterans who almost left their names in the Patriotic War.

Because of them, there is a future China.

This is a tribute from a soldier to another soldier.

"Ugh!" Lei Xiong was almost shocked to death by Tang Dao's serious face.

"You are such a bad guy. I know you were trained in secret and there are some things you can't say even if you are beaten to death. But can you stop talking nonsense like that? Jinling Army Academy and the Border Military Region's 'Desert Eagle' No. 002. I have little education, but I know there is no such thing." Lei Xiong's gossip heart was not satisfied, and he shook his head and complained angrily.

Yes, what Tang Dao said was indeed too dreamy for this old soldier.

China today is only unified on the surface. Warlords in various places are officials of the central government while actually controlling their own territories.

There are Sichuan Army, Yunnan Army, Guangxi Army, Hunan Army, and Guangdong Army, or there are war zones during the war, so what is the military zone or not.

Perhaps, when he can live to be ninety years old, he can really see this organization. At that time, the wrinkled old man will definitely open his mouth in surprise: What the hell! My old brother is not a god! Can all these nonsense come true?

"Believe me, Brother Lei, you will see what I said." Tang Dao put down his hand and smiled faintly.

"Okay, okay, anyway, I'm almost convinced now. When I really see it one day, I will promise you my aunt's sister." Lei Xiong rolled his eyes.

With a face full of gunpowder and iron-like man, rolling his eyes, that look would definitely be eye-catching if seen by other soldiers.

"Haha, that's great, I wonder how old your aunt's sister is now." Tang Dao couldn't help laughing.

"Let me think about it. When I returned home to visit my relatives four years ago and got married, my aunt's sister was probably still wearing open-crotch pants. Now she should be seven or eight years old!" Lei Xiong pretended to be in deep memory.

But the mockery on his face betrayed his heart.

"Fortunately, it will take another ten years to become your brother-in-law." Tang Dao patted his chest with relief. "My sister-in-law Lei, who is interested in a rough man like you, Lei, must be eight feet tall and have arms that can run horses?"

"Get lost!" Lei Xiong was furious. "Your sister-in-law is the daughter of a wealthy family. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also well-educated, gentle and charming. I really like her very much."

Talking about his wife, Lei Xiong, who always had a brave image, suddenly became unexpectedly gentle.

He gently touched the lining of his military uniform, carefully took out a handkerchief bag, untied it, and inside were several wrinkled letters soaked in sweat and a yellowed black-and-white photo.

In the photo, there is a delicate-looking woman with a woman's bun and bangs popular in the Republic of China, sitting upright on an old-fashioned carved wooden chair. Under her knees is a three-year-old child with a 'peach hair'.

He carefully placed the photo in his broad palm and showed it off to Tang Dao gently and proudly: "These are sister-in-law and nephew Xun! Isn't my wife very beautiful?"

"That's right! I haven't hugged that boy from the E family yet! That little body must be very soft!" Lei Xiong's eyes were filled with regret.

Seeing Lei Xiong's thick fingers gently caressing his wife and children's faces, Tang Dao felt a sharp pain in his heart and nodded vigorously. "With my sister-in-law's looks, I will definitely wait to become my brother-in-law."

"Haha! Get out of here!" Lei Xiong raised his head and laughed. "Don't mention that a big reporter was seduced by your kid. I don't know if I can live for more than two days!"

"So! I'm not here to discuss with you, brother, how to survive!" Tang Dao pretended not to see the tears in the eyes of the tough man who raised his head to hide them, but he changed the subject.

"What?" Lei Xiong was stunned.

Then, anger appeared in his eyes.

He couldn't understand that being surrounded on three sides and the bridge over the Suzhou River had been blown up, how could the people in the warehouse survive except to surrender.

Fortunately, Tang Dao leisurely added: "The little devil wants us to die, but I don't want to die. I'm so angry."

Lei Xiong's eyes lit up again.

Dare to die and want to die are two different states of mind. If you can live and it has nothing to do with abandoning your position, then who would want to die?

Those who want to die are fools.