Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

After the people left, they were not idle for five thousand miles.

According to Wu Qianli's order, the Cavalry Battalion and Wang Haiying helped the villagers clean up the battlefield, mainly dealing with the corpses of the puppet soldiers.

In order to prevent these puppet army corpses from decomposing and producing unknown viruses, Wu Qianli directly ordered a fire to burn them clean.

In the end, the ashes were all shoveled by soldiers with shovels and poured into the cesspit, which will become fertilizer for the fields in the future.

And Wu Qianli took Wang Hai and Sun Desheng to investigate around Baicun.

Wang Hai pointed to a fork in the road from Baicun to the county seat: "Commander, there are many roads connected there, which is very suitable as the center of the bunker."

"If you take it as the center and expand along the east and west sides, you only need a dozen bunkers to completely cover the front."

"En!" Wu Qianli nodded: "In addition to the machine gun bunker, the three-story trench is also essential."

"The enemy is not a fool, they can't rush upwards in a single brain, and there will definitely be a lot of artillery by then."

"Digging trenches and shelters can effectively reduce our future casualties."

The two nodded, and Sun Desheng pointed to a place with slightly higher terrain.

"Head, although there is a plain in front of Baizhuang, but the visible field of vision is limited, I suggest building a watchtower there, which can also serve as an early warning effect."

For Sun Desheng's proposal, Wu Qianli felt that it was still necessary.

After all, knowing the enemy's movement 1 minute in advance may determine the outcome of a battle.

Just then, a soldier came over.

"Captain, the villagers of Baizhuang are back!"

"Let's go and have a look!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Qianli immediately walked towards the village.

Seeing Wu Qianli approaching, the old man immediately shouted.

"Folks, this is Captain Wu of the Eighth Route Army, our great benefactor!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, more than 700 people became excited in an instant, and they all wanted to kneel down immediately.

Wu Qianli had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and quickly grabbed everyone.

"Folks, if you have anything to say, let's talk it out. We're not some kind of emperor. Don't just kneel down every now and then. Our Eighth Route Army doesn't like this."

"Besides, if you kneel down, if our superiors find out, then I will be punished!"

The people were startled and stood up quickly.

"You can't kneel, you can't harm our benefactor!"

"Folks, get up, get up, comrades from the Eighth Route Army will be stationed here in the future, and we will repay them when we have the opportunity."

Wu Qianli smiled slightly: "Folks, I have already told this old man just now, in order to ensure the safety of our Baizhuang, I plan to build a bunker outside our Baizhuang, and this will be our base in the future."

"However, there are certain difficulties in the early construction of the base area, so I need the joint efforts of all the folks."

"Captain Wu, do you need us to do it?" A young man asked.

Wu Qianli said with a smile: "The construction of this blockhouse does not require the villagers to do anything, as long as they contribute. It is best to have masons or the like."

"Of course, all the materials are borne by our Eighth Route Army."

"Besides, we provide three meals a day and extra wages for all the folks who help us build the bunkers."

It is the tradition of the Eighth Route Army not to take the common people's stitches and threads, and Wu Qianli will naturally not let the common people do it for nothing.

The common people were taken aback for a moment, they originally wanted to help build the bunker for free.

Now that Wu Qianli said that he would pay him, they naturally wouldn't refuse.

After all, they also need to earn money to support their families.

"Captain Wu, I want to sign up!"

"I want it too, I can cut my salary in half!"

"Me too, it's fine to eat, it doesn't matter if you want wages or not."

Among the common people, many young and middle-aged people immediately shouted, expressing their willingness to help the Eighth Route Army.

This made Wu Qianli a little embarrassed, and thought to himself: Why is there no salary?Has this era begun to involve?

Wu Qianli smiled and said, "Folks, it's only natural to get paid for working for others."

"I don't dare to use people who don't want wages. If the superiors investigate, I will be shot."

"Also, folks, I only need people between the ages of 40 and 50 to build a bunker, both men and women."

The old man was stunned: "Head Wu, we also have young adults in their 30s and [-]s here. They are stronger and more suitable. What do you do?"

Before the old man finished speaking, Wu Qianli laughed.

"My fellow, it's not that I don't want these young adults, but that I plan to let them do other things."

"As the saying goes, it's better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. If our army encounters an emergency mission, wouldn't Bai Village be guarded?"

"So, if everyone is willing, I plan to form a militia force from the young and middle-aged people in the village, and we will arrange people to train."

"In this way, if there is an emergency someday, this militia can also fight devils, right?"

"Captain Wu, do you mean that we will be your soldiers in the future?"

The 17-year-old teenager asked quickly.

Wu Qianli nodded: "Of course."

"If people ask in the future, you will say it is the Baizhuang Militia Brigade of the 386th Brigade New Independent Regiment."

"If anyone among you makes meritorious service in beating devils, I can formally include him in my army and become a soldier in my army."

"Really, then I want to sign up!"

They have all heard how harsh the recruiting conditions of Wuqianli's army are, but now as long as they become militiamen first, they will have the opportunity to become Wuqianli's soldiers directly after making meritorious service. This is undoubtedly an opportunity for them.

"Captain Wu, is there a limit on the number of people in your militia?"

Wu Qianli shook his head: "There is no limit on the number of people, as long as you are willing, you can join."

"Captain Wu, can people from other villages sign up? My cousin wants to be a soldier too."

Wu Qianli was taken aback, a little embarrassed.

There are at least seven or eight villages near Baizhuang, as well as nearby counties.

If this news spreads, the number of soldiers who will come to join the army will definitely not be small, and it is conservatively estimated that there will be a regiment of troops.

And these people are undoubtedly recruits who need training, and training recruits is never an easy task.

Especially for these villagers, they have never even held a gun, which is equivalent to starting from scratch, which is even more difficult.

But Wu Qianli's words have already been said, so naturally there is no reason to go back on his word.

Just when Wu Qianli was in trouble, a soldier hurried over.

"Leader, Captain Li from the independent regiment is here!"

Wu Qianli was overjoyed, and thought to himself: Isn't this free instructor coming soon?