The Sichuan Army was a miscellaneous army, and its overall equipment was very poor. Each soldier only had two sets of coarse cloth single clothes, a single quilt, a straw mat, two pairs of straw sandals, a bamboo hat, and no warm clothing.

There are not even many rifles made in Hanyang in terms of weapons. Most of them are "old Mauser" left over from the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and a large number of locally made "single-one" 79 rifles.

These old-fashioned firearms either have a high failure rate, or sometimes the bolt cannot be pulled after two shots.

Moreover, they can't even equip a company with a single machine gun. Each division only has a dozen or so, and a division only has one or two heavy machine guns.

In terms of artillery, each division only has a few home-made mortars, mountain guns, and field guns.

As for the mechanized troops, communication equipment, logistics supplies, health and medical teams and other configurations like those of the German and Japanese troops, it is simply a delusion.

There are only three or four grenades per soldier, and most of the soldiers rely on "a machete stuck in their backs."

It is a pity that these machetes have little effect on the battlefield, and they pose little threat to the Japanese army armed with bayonets and heavy weapons and equipment.

It is completely different from those later TV dramas in which a machete is used to kill Japanese soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables.

Before leaving Sichuan, the brigade commanders raised their own funds or paid out of their own pockets to buy guns and artillery in the market to replenish their weapons.

The salary and benefits of the Sichuan Army are only half of those of the "Central Army".

Therefore, the equipment of the Sichuan Army on the eve of the Anti-Japanese War was considered to be the worst among all anti-Japanese teams, so people called them the Straw Shoes Army.

And now Liu Feiyang encountered the joining of the straw sandals army with such poor equipment.

Of course, except for the elite main force of the Sichuan Army.

In Songhu in October, the air was already slightly chilly. A group of soldiers wearing single clothes and straw sandals walked up to Liu Feiyang exhausted.

"Sit still and take a rest!"

With a hoarse slogan, the tired soldiers stopped advancing. Each of the soldiers who looked exhausted and hungry looked at the new commander Liu Feiyang in front of them with tired eyes.

At this moment, Liu Feiyang had already put on the German winter uniform.

An M1 Garand rifle was slung on his shoulder, and two Browning pistols were mounted on his waist.

"Report sir!"

"I am platoon leader Zhang Junjie, the vanguard of the 168th Regiment of the Sichuan Army. According to Shangfeng's order, I have been temporarily assigned to your unit, Company Commander Liu, and reported!"

A relatively strong Sichuan Army officer came out in front of Liu Feiyang and loudly reported the military salute.

Looking at the small group of Sichuan troops in front of him from the 20th Army and the 40th Army who were responsible for holding the Dachang and Chenjiaxing positions, Liu Feiyang was a little dumbfounded for a moment.

Because he couldn't figure out why the source of new soldiers that Shangfeng gave him was the Sichuan Army.

And it was still a little behind, the Sichuan army had just arrived on the battlefield.

Perhaps in a short period of time, there was no way to dispatch new recruits from the real army to replenish his troops, so he temporarily transferred some troops from other troops to supplement them.

This is Liu Feiyang’s preliminary estimate.

But that's okay. There may be other reasons, too.

Anyway, for Liu Feiyang,

Since you don’t understand it, don’t think about it.

"Hello!"

"My name is Liu Feiyang, and I have just been promoted to the new company commander!"

"The new company commander of the second company of the 125th Regiment of the Eighth Division!"

Liu Feiyang also responded politely.

"Yes! Sir!"

Sichuan Army platoon leader Zhang Junjie saluted politely again.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"It's cold now, and it rained heavily for a long time just now!"

"Although the rain has stopped now, the temperature is even colder!"

Looking at the Sichuan Army platoon leader Zhang Junjie who was also wearing thin clothes and straw sandals, who was tired and shivering, and the Sichuan Army soldiers around him, he expressed genuine concern.

"Not yet, sir!"

Sichuan Army platoon leader Zhang Junjie's face turned red and he said.

Because he was also very hungry,

It's also very cold.

"Then you just rest where you are and wait for dinner!"

"I'll go have someone bring you food right away!"

Liu Feiyang gave the order.

"Thank you, sir!"

Sichuan Army platoon leader Zhang Junjie expressed his gratitude.

At this moment, it was also the first time that he looked seriously at his new commander from a different faction and region.

Before coming, he actually didn't understand why he and his subordinates were sent to fight with troops from other factions.

And when he came to Liu Feiyang,

When he discovered that Liu Feiyang was several years younger than himself, he immediately became worried about whether following such a young commander to kill the Japanese would be a suicidal act.

Therefore, from the bottom of his heart, he still did not fully trust Liu Feiyang to lead him and his troops to defeat the Japanese troops who had coordinated operations by sea, land and air.

Although it has not been long since we arrived at the battlefield of Songhu Battle,

There were also very few battles with the Japanese.

But he has also tried the power of the Japanese army.

In particular, the bombing by the Japanese aircraft group and the artillery fire coverage made him deeply understand the cruelty of the battlefield.

Death is close at hand,

But it's one thing not to trust Liu Feiyang's fighting ability.

But facing Liu Feiyang's concern is another matter.

So those who should be grateful should still be grateful to Liu Feiyang.

This is how Sichuan Army platoon leader Zhang Junjie works.

So Sichuan Army platoon leader Zhang Junjie took his team to a side position to rest and regroup.

It's just that at this moment, everyone in the Sichuan army is hungry and feels cold.

"Why!"

"My son!"

"Why do you think our commander suddenly assigned us to the new company commander of the Eighth Division and followed his orders to kill the Japanese?"

Yang Bin, a veteran of the Sichuan Army, grinned with yellow teeth, took a few puffs of his tobacco gun, and said to the hungry young soldier Zhang Ge beside him, whose stomach was growling.

"I'm not the commander either, who knows!"

"Anyway, as long as I have food and drink, and can fight the Japanese, I'll be fine!"

"We came all the way here, isn't it just to fight the Japanese?"

"It's just a pity that I haven't seen how bustling and lively the city center of Songhu is!"

“Before coming here, I always heard people who had been to Songhu say that Songhu is a prosperous metropolis known as the “Paris of the East”!”

"It is also the richest, largest, most prosperous, freest and most democratic city in Asia, and is called the "Pearl of the Far East"!"

"The feasting and feasting "Ten Mile Foreign Market" in the city center is filled with mesmerizing sounds, and the prosperity, singing and dancing are vividly displayed in the city that never sleeps!"

"Especially Zhou Xuan's song "Night Shanghai" is even more beautiful!"

"Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night, you are a city that never sleeps."

Zhang Ge, the young soldier who was called Gua Zi, responded without thinking.

"..."

Yang Bin, a veteran of the Sichuan Army, once again held up his dry pipe and puffed several times, silently.

"My son!"

"Although Songhu is bustling and lively! But you still have to survive!"

"And our lives are still in the hands of this new company commander!"

"I see that this company commander is so young, he must not have fought many battles!"

"And our weapons and equipment are probably not much better. I saw that when the Japanese invaders came, we would have to suffer heavy casualties!"

For a long time, Yang Bin, a veteran of the Sichuan Army, swallowed clouds and spat out mist.

"Maybe!"
To be continued...