Deputy Meng Lian finished writing the letter.

"It's a bit fake." Xia Tian whispered to the letter from home just now.

Not a bit, it's very fake.

"You know, I am the kind of person who abandons my pen and joins the army - I have a fiancée, and there are many alumni who encourage and encourage me. They all admire me," Meng said gloomyly: "It's not only admiration, but also encouragement. They all say that I am the 'pillar of the country'. The soul of the Chinese nation is composed of people like me, and the blood of the Chinese nation is dyed by people like me."

Xia Tian laughed, as if he had heard the funnyest joke. The soul and blood of the Chinese nation were composed of those who fell on the battlefield, dyed by those who gritted their teeth and struggled in suffering, and passed on by those who were looking for light in despair - it was not the turn of these living dead bodies here, right?

"Yes, I hate myself too." Meng Deputy Lian suddenly said violently: "I don't want to be like this, but what can I do? Every time I lose, every time I run, every time I despair! Do I want to tell them the despair and the defeat and the numbness? Do I also want to tell them that the pillars of the country in their eyes, living here like stinky mice and stray dogs, are they numb and humble?"

"Look, the officials lied to us, we lied to our family, everyone was cheating, lied to everyone to constantly cut their flesh and bleeding from their bodies, and deceived them to grit their teeth and persevere in this war."

Xia Tian sat blankly on the ground.

After a long time, he said, "We will win."

"Yes, we will win, little Japan will lose, their tactics are rigid, they do unrighteous actions, they will definitely lose with the body of a snake, they will definitely lose..." Deputy Meng Lian said the slogans countless times, continuing to speak the scenes countless people dreamed of and falsely depicted for: "We will drive the Japanese away, take back the lost land bit by bit, and fight to the Japanese mainland..."

He had a loud voice, but no one scolded him, but no one scolded or dissatisfied with all the bad soldiers. He was just immersed in Meng Panglian's repeated lies, immersed in that wonderful picture of the wonderful scene.

A fascinating picture.

No one denies this picture, they firmly believe it will appear, but...

But what does it have to do with them?

They were just a bunch of bad defeated soldiers.

Numbness, despair.

[They all believe in the final victory, but they are more convinced that they have nothing to do with this. The repeated defeats make them despair - even in this state, they still believe in the final victory, and I actually admire them. Because I am different from them, I know the result and the light, but I find that I am also rotting. I think, if I don’t know the result, I may be more pessimistic and worse than them.]

Xia Tian saw the tenacious and unyielding spirit of this nation in suffering from the expressions of all the defeated soldiers. He thought: When they picked up their weapons, I, a later generation, were actually not qualified to despise them.

After Meng Lian's venting, he slowly kneaded the letter he had written into a ball. When he was cynical, he tried to send the letter, but after venting, he was so ashamed that he couldn't convince himself to send it.

Xia Tian silently looked at the deputy general Meng Lian and kneaded into an indestructible small ball, and said softly: "We can set up a food hunting group, how about it?"

"A group of people starved together to find food... Okay, a group of people are always better than a person starving." Deputy Meng Lian said with a smile. He knew that this was the effort of the person in front of him. He wanted to attack, but he also found that in fact, it was good to do so.

Major Ayi and Lieutenant Meng Fanle finally had a meeting. Under a soldier named Xia Tian, ​​the two officers began to study the matter of the food hunting group - almost Meng Fanle's one-man show. Because Major Ayi's high vision was low, he didn't understand what the defeated soldiers needed at all, and this was exactly what Meng Fanle was good at. After all, it was not once or twice that he became a defeated soldiers.

Meng Fanle began to recruit people among the defeated soldiers and promoted his food hunting group - many defeated soldiers chose to join. After all, in their simple view, it is easier to rob if there are too many people, but not all defeated soldiers chose to join. For example, Milong, he sneered and looked at him coldly, and like Li Wula, he was numb and disdainful.

But no matter what, this small organization that does not have to fill its stomach was simply established in this yard. More than half of the defeated soldiers in the yard chose to join, promising that everyone would find food to share under the leadership of the team leader A Yi and the deputy team leader Meng Fanle.

And the next moment, the deputy team leader Meng Fanle's disliked name was called out by the defeated soldiers:

"I'm so annoyed, are we going to find food now?"

The deputy team leader who felt that he was offended again said, "Yes, start looking for food now! Go find food!"

Xia Tian watched the defeated soldiers who found the organization go out like headless flies, and thought: Hunger and grouping together for warmth are probably the reason why the Beggars' Sect can be established?
Chapter completed!