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

"Tian Shui?"

Jingwei nodded: "Yes, go to Tianshui."

"There is also a troop there, but they don't belong to the Jinsui Army, nor our Guofu Army, but the Sichuan Army!"

"Sichuan Army!" Wu Qianli was startled: "Why are people from Sichuan Army here?"

In history, the Sichuan Army Corps can be described as the most special regiment. They traveled thousands of miles out of Sichuan wearing straw sandals and rushed to various battlefields across the country.

Without the support of weapons and equipment, without logistical support, gnawing bark and drinking rainwater along the way, the conditions were even more difficult than those of the Eighth Route Army.

During the entire war, the number of Sichuan troops leaving Sichuan was 340 million. According to the statistics of later generations, according to the population at that time, one out of every 17 Sichuan people left Sichuan on average. Among all the anti-Japanese troops, there was one Sichuan soldier out of every five fighters. This is also the origin of the saying "no river, no army" in later generations.

Not only the Sichuan army, but in this great battle where the whole people were lower than the enemy, Sichuan gave out nearly one-third of the supplies of the entire period, including but not limited to money, grain, coal and iron.But their own team was poor to death.

But even so, they are still looked down upon by the government's army, no matter which battlefield they go to, they will always be regarded as the first line of defense.

For such an army, Wu Qianli respected him from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing Wu Qianli asking why, Jingwei couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "They came earlier than I transferred here, so I don't know the reason. I just heard Jingle's original soldiers mentioned that they seemed to be fighting from various battlefields. After losing the battle."

"These people gathered together to form an independent force and occupied Tianshui."

"They don't have food, grass and supplies?" Wu Qianli asked puzzled, "It stands to reason that Rich Lord Yan would not allow them to station in Tianshui."

Jingwei shook his head: "Who knows?"

"Maybe the Jinsui Army didn't bother to deal with this army at all, or the rich man deliberately ignored them and wanted them to be cannon fodder."

"Leader Wu, let me remind you that I just gave you a suggestion, but you have to think it through yourself whether you want to go or not."

"Sichuan soldiers have very weird tempers, not so easy to deal with, and they seem to have a lot of hostility towards other troops, so it's better to be careful."

Wu Qianli stood up and smiled slightly: "That's for you, our Eighth Route Army's philosophy is the same as theirs."

After finishing speaking, Wu Qianli strode out of the headquarters immediately.

It took Jingwei a long time to understand what Wu Qianli said, but seeing that Wu Qianli had already walked out of the headquarters, he could only curse inwardly: he has a lot of words.

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After traveling all night, Wu Qianli finally arrived at the gate of Tianshui City the next morning.

As soon as he entered the city, Wu Qianli couldn't help sighing.

"What's the matter, it's so dilapidated, how can it look like a city?"

Just as Wu Qianli sighed, a figure quickly passed by him, without saying a word, snatched Wu Qianli's dry food bag and ran towards the front.

Wu Qianli subconsciously wanted to draw out his gun and shoot, but he put the gun back immediately after seeing the back clearly.

No matter how you look at the back, it looks like a doll who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the clothes on his body are also tattered, but the shabby clothes can be seen as the clothes of the Sichuan Army.

Wu Qianli shook his head, got on his horse, chased after the figure, and followed the figure into a mansion.

As soon as he entered, several beggars jumped out and surrounded Wu Qianli.

"You are the brothers of Sichuan Army, don't get me wrong, I'm not here to trouble you, I want to meet your regiment leader."

A dark, bare-chested soldier with chapped lips said cautiously: "The commander is dead, you can't find it."

Wu Qianli smiled: "Then there is always someone who can talk to you here? I want to meet him."

Just as Wu Qianli finished speaking, a dark-skinned man who was also topless came out of the house.

In his hand, there is half a piece of sesame seed cake brought by Wu Qianli: "I am their boss, and now I am the acting head."

"What's the matter, do you have something to do with me?"

"You are not welcome here, go back where you came from, for the sake of biscuits, I won't make things difficult for you."

Wu Qianli smiled faintly: "Deputy head, yes, I can finally find someone to talk to."

"Let me introduce myself, I am the head of the Eighth Route Army"

"Oh!" Before Wu Qianli could finish speaking, the man waved his hand: "Understood, we can go back."

Wu Qianli was taken aback: he thought to himself: It seems that these people don't care about their identities.

"What's your surname?" Wu Qianli looked at the man and asked.

"Lin, I forgot the unit number, but I just remember that he was the regiment leader."

"By the way, what army do you think you belong to? Eighth Route, right? Why is Eighth Route looking for our Sichuan Army?"

"Do you also want cannon fodder on the eighth road?"

Wu Qianli shook his head: "Balu doesn't want cannon fodder, Balu wants comrades, I want brothers, brothers who fight devils together!"

"What? You guys from the Sichuan Army are planning to hide here and die?"

Just as Wu Qianli finished speaking, the soldiers surrounding Wu Qianli looked at each other, and unconsciously put down their weapons.

"Two words fooled you? Hold up the gun!" Seeing this, Captain Lin swallowed the biscuits in his mouth and roared.

"Head, he called us brothers, they seem to be different from the people in the government."

"Head, I want to hear what he has to say!"

"No prospect!" Leader Lin scolded, and quickly walked up to Wu Qianli: "You just said that you want to beat the devil brother together?"

"Stop joking, have you ever beaten devils?"

"It's over, it's over, we lost, the kind of defeat."

"See? We were all defeated and many people died. Now we can't even eat. Fight devils? What are you going to use to fight devils?"

Without saying a word, Wu Qianli took out his own gun and threw it at Captain Lin.

Head Lin subconsciously took the gun and looked at Wu Qianli in surprise: "What do you mean?"

Wu Qianli said solemnly: "Just use this to beat devils. I will give you guns, guns, food, and medicine for you."

"The Sichuan Army has not failed the people, and our Eighth Route Army has not failed the brothers of the Sichuan Army."

"The mountains and rivers didn't trap you back then, and neither could the little Tianshui. Take your guns and people and follow me. I'll take you to the battlefield and kill the devils!"

Head Lin's eyes widened sharply: "No, who are you?"

Wu Qianli smiled slightly: "The Eighth Route Army, Wu Qianli, the head of the new independent regiment."

Captain Lin was taken aback for a moment, and after carefully looking at Wu Qianli, he seemed to have thought of something, and rushed into the house in a hurry.

When he came to Wu Qianli again, he had an extra newspaper in his hand.

He pointed to the photo of Prince Wu Qianli beheading the devil and asked hurriedly, "Is that you in the photo?"