Chapter 103 Fighting Poison with Poison

"Sir, is this really okay?" a veteran asked tentatively.

"Nonsense, if you dare to bet, I will pay for it. At worst, I will just kill a few more Japs." Tang Dao and Ma Jindao sat down and grinned.

This is making money by taking people’s heads! Tang Dao's smile was bright, but it made people shiver down their spines.

Of course, no one thought there was anything wrong with what he said.

How many Japanese died at his hands?

But, sir, he is a good man! Think of ways to distribute money to everyone. Seeing Tang Dao's bright face, the smarter soldiers felt a little more enlightened.

Apart from this, they could not think of any other reason for Tang Dao, a dignified lieutenant, to participate in such a game that belonged to the lower-level soldiers.

"Sir, you have the final say. I, Mr. Zhu, will give you five yuan in three hours." The old soldier gritted his teeth and took out the cash that the regiment commander had distributed in front of the formation a few days ago. It should also be all the property he has with him.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the soldiers also placed their bets. Old Abacus held a big bag containing potatoes, and with a smile on his face, he put money into the bag while holding a small notebook to record.

Although the money is not his, for a casino veteran, it is a blessing to be able to carry a large bag of money and take it out of other people's pockets.

Ordinary people won't understand that feeling.

"Monitor Li, why don't you suppress me? They all say that the chief is giving money to everyone in different ways! I heard that the chief has a nice family and is not short of money." Erya Tiaotiao changed his mind when he came in from Tang Dao. The excited veteran shrunk into the corner of another room and asked loudly in his ear.

Even though the Japanese artillery fire was much sparser than before, their ears were still ringing. The soldiers were now accustomed to shouting at the top of their voices, so there was no way they could talk in a low voice.

"What are you yelling at? I can hear you." Veteran Youzi glanced at Erya, who was overflowing with curiosity, and took a peek at the soldiers over there who were still betting enthusiastically in anticipation of winning money from their superiors, and explained to the communications soldier:

"If I were to place a bet, it wouldn't be the superior who gave me the money, but the superior who would cheat me! After all, you still don't understand the superior!"

"Ah?" Erya looked surprised.

"If you don't believe it, take a look at Chief Lei and Chief Leng who love to join in the fun. They definitely won't make big bets, they will just play for fun at most." Veteran Youzi continued to teach a platoon of communications soldiers.

"I don't know about the casino, but on the battlefield, anyone who goes against the commander will be finished."

She patted him on the shoulder with a smile and pointed at Yang Xiaoshan and Niu Er, who were sitting obediently over there. "Teach you to be a good boy and learn from the two of them. No matter what you do, just fight to death if you don't stand against Commander Tang."

"Yeah! Yeah! I understand." The second girl said she understood.

He looked up at the group of enthusiastic comrades over there who were placing bets for one piece and two pieces, and smiled with his thin white teeth.

If you don't fall for the superior's deception, you will make money. This is something to be happy about.

That is, this man didn’t even have to wear his pants when he saw a group of comrades about to be ‘cheated’ by their superiors. As for smiling so brightly?

Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan looked at Erya, who was smiling brightly, with doubts on their faces.

They didn't understand Erya's inexplicable happiness, but veteran Youzi deceived their lieutenant and platoon leader at least half of the time.

Tang Dao didn't come here specifically to deceive these bastards who dared to gamble between battles.

Yes, Tang Dao is more than 80% sure. Today the Japanese army started with almost non-stop shelling.

Needless to say, the reason why they cheated these guys is that the routine they used to pass the time was not right.

In this old era, although an army like the Royal Forest Army can be considered to have strict military discipline and can still fulfill the "military orders as high as the mountain", but some shortcomings in personal details, such as "eating, drinking, voting, gambling and drawing", let alone not having read much Soldiers who read books, even many middle- and senior-level officers enjoy it, and even think it is a good way to relieve psychological pressure. It works well but it is effective, and the atmosphere in the army is naturally messy.

For example, the Sichuan Army, which performed extremely well in this battle, was previously looked down upon and called the "Two-Gun Army" because many soldiers carried old muffs on their shoulders and hookahs on their waists.

It is true that the Sichuan Army, which carries the spirit of "Brothers Pao, Never Shit and Show Off", has a strong fighting will and can fight to the death, but if there are no such things as smoking guns, the physical fitness can be stronger, and the damage to the Japanese army can also be greater. Wouldn't it be better to be bigger?

This made Tang Dao, who came from the future and inherited the will and spirit of the red army, naturally uncomfortable. He knew better that these messy things seemed to be personal details, but if they were allowed to develop, fighting spirit would slowly be eroded, and for combat effectiveness It is a hundred harms and no good.

It's just that the atmosphere in the military is like this at the moment, and even a soldier who is as strict as a lieutenant colonel in the army still relaxes the strict control of military discipline during a battle that he thinks is fatal, and even if he sees it, he turns a blind eye. Only one eye.

But Tang Dao knew that as long as no accidents occurred and they held on for two or three days, the Japanese would completely despair of military operations and turn to other options. Most people here would have a chance to live and continue to fight the Japanese army.

His subordinates would not say that they would completely eliminate them, but they could not allow them to spread wantonly.

It's just that the situation is too bad to be reversed. If we just turn our faces up, it would be too unkind at this time. So we should change another way, fight poison with poison, let them feel bad first, and then slowly remove these bad habits from the army.

The third platoon was in full swing, and the other two platoons were also attracted by the lively atmosphere here. They also heard the old abacus say that the platoon leader Tang used military merits and the pen given by the beautiful reporter as collateral to open the game.

"Superior, military merits, and beautiful reporter" are the three gossip elements first. In addition, at this moment, the Japanese army has been bombarding for nearly 2 hours, and the intensity of the bombardment has been significantly weakened. Previously, at least five or six shells were fired per minute, and now two shells are good. Anyone who can't bear not to go to the gambling table is a fool.

Even the second platoon leader Qin Ruoyu, who has always been a dull person, joined in the fun and invested 8 yuan, which is considered the first big spender today.

Leng Feng, who had thrown away a dollar for the occasion, was just laughing and waiting to make fun of his old comrade and classmate.

Although he also believed that the Japanese army would not bombard for more than three hours, the more he saw Tang Dao, the old sinister guy, smiling, the more guilty he felt, because Tang Dao had the same expression when he said that it was impolite not to return the favor last night.

What a sinister thief!

I don’t know how much the Japanese are hurt, anyway, the Japanese are bombarding like crazy, and he feels sorry for the Japanese when he sees the money spent this morning.

In fact, not only Leng Feng feels sorry for Japan, the Japanese themselves have been hurt for a long time.

It’s not Colonel Jiro Wakiita.

In the Japanese headquarters.

The colonel stared at the artillery squadron leader who was stammering in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be on fire.

The artillery fire was so fierce that the Chinese flagpole fell down, but it seemed very mysterious. The fallen flagpole was lying on the roof of the warehouse, and the Chinese flag was still hanging above the warehouse and fluttering in the wind.

It was extremely dazzling.

It seemed to indicate that today's victory would still belong to China.

Even so, someone came to him and asked if he could stop the shelling first.

Baka, you think I'm not annoying enough, right!