"Brothers, you walk together on the road to the underworld... I waited and the King of Hell didn't dare to stay, so I rushed back for us. I will live with your names... and live better!"

As he spoke, Han Zhenhan took out a thread-packed booklet from his arms and was so huge that it was tall above his head. He glanced at the crowd.

"You, my brothers, my warriors, each of you has your own name in this book... Each of you has your own page, how much is the monthly salary... Who will marry in the future, how many children, and how many daughters will I write down in detail..."

"This is not for yourself!"

"I, Han Zhenhan, asks you...you all want to live with me. You are not living for yourself. You also want to help those brothers who left first to live well..."

"Take another wife and give birth to a son and use their surnames...My son, your surname will be forever remembered by our younger generations on the bloody battlefield...blocked the gun for us...let us survive..."

"I, Han Zhenhan, in the name of the leader, asked each of you, you...every individual, to remember these 365 names firmly in my heart and engrave them in my mind!"

"Because each of you can be replaced, but they are the ones who die... Even if this world is not your hometown, there are no relatives here... but you survived..."

Han Zhenhan's emotions were a little out of control. As the leader of these 800 people, every decision of his decision was determined by everyone's life and death, and the lives of more than a thousand people in the new group were firmly relied on him.

The dead brothers, pure, simple and resolute faces, passed by his eyes, and some people could no longer name them for a while, and as time went by, the faces in memory might also be blurred.

The only one who can stay is that roster. After the new 1st regiment finished training for recruits, Han Zhenhan once asked someone to take a group photo of all members, but the team had already started before the photos were taken.

There are only one name left in the world. The living must bless the death and better pass on their names.

What Han Zhenhan didn't know was how much the Chinese nation had paid for it in that national war, and how many unknown ancestors had their blood stained the loess on the battlefield where they resisted invasion and defended their country.

There are very few people who leave their names. The struggle of millions of people is the struggle of a nation. The Chinese nation and the land of China are covered with their blood. Later generations should remember it and must not forget it.

The names of the heroes, they may not have won, they may not have any great achievements, but the death of each of them means that a family lacks a son, a woman lacks a support, and a child lacks a father.

Who doesn't love life? I just hope you can live...

Han Zhenhan said it for himself, and also said that the eight hundred brothers in front of us are not afraid of death in the struggle for invasion, are we still afraid of living?

"Captain..."

Hearing Shunzi's call, Han Zhenhan pulled his thoughts back and found that many people in the audience had wiped their tears.

“There are all!”

Han Zhenhan tear his throat and suppressed the surging of his throat, with tears in his eyes, as if he was releasing half of his depression in his heart.

"Start~"

"The squad leader of each class... gathered in front of the stage~"

The consistent movements, eight hundred people, not only made a sound, it was not an exaggeration. No more than three seconds before and after, everyone stood up from the log.

In the crowd, nearly one hundred people trotted to the platform and stood consciously in two rows facing Han Zhenhan.

"Send wine!"

With the order of Han Zhenhan, the three battalion commanders behind him turned around, walked to the mountain-stacked wine jar, and began to give wine to the squad leader.

One jar of wine is a jar of wine in the army. Han Zhenhan’s strict order. Today, there are wine and meat. Everyone is very happy. If the poor people have meat, it is the New Year Festival. The wine is all home-made rice wine in the good times.

It’s not that Yuncheng has a large population and a north-south trade hub, so it’s not easy to buy so much wine.

Han Zhenhan nodded at Shunzi. Shunzi got Han Zhenhan's eyes and walked down the edge of the platform. The wine took more than ten minutes to pour it into everyone's bowl.

As a drink made of food, especially the soldiers fighting on the battlefield, they love wine.

But Han Zhenhan did not say anything, not even licking a secretly. After seeing everyone standing still, Han Zhenhan continued to speak,

"Brothers, today, there is wine and meat. I, Han Zhenhan, never thought of letting you suffer with me, but I took you on the road of no return. Today, I, Han Zhenhan, swear to the sky..."

"Huang Tian is on the top and thick soil is on the bottom! In this life, if I, Han Zhenhan, don't see all 812 people marrying wives, I, Han Zhenhan, will never marry me! I, Han, want to be the last one of our 800 brothers to marry..."

There was a buzzing discussion in Han Zhenhan's voice scene, and even the five people behind Han Zhenhan said no...

"I have no meaning. If I violate the oath, I will be punished by God and will die without a place to bury..."

Han Zhenhan's words moved all the soldiers, including those battalion commanders, who was Han Zhenhan? He was a talented person, both civil and military, returned from studying abroad, and was well-versed in the background, and was well versed in astronomy, geography, and military strategy.

It can be said that the people in the whole group can be condensed by Han Zhenhan. They are Han Zhenhan's character, cheerful and delicate. They are stricter and stricter. They are approachable and can always get along with the soldiers.

People like Han Zhenhan are born with the halo of leaders, have responsibility in their hearts and knowledge in their hearts. This is how this group of people has gathered, and of course Han Zhenhan's backstage, which gave Han Zhenhan the stepping stone to let everyone truly accept his stepping stone. That is military pay...

A good man is not a soldier, and a good iron is not a nail. It is not that there is no way out that no one wants to wear two and a half feet, and put his head on the belt and go to the battlefield to fight desperately.

When drinking soldiers and eating empty wages, there is a legend that there is a regiment that not only pays money on time and pays the amount of money.

The food in other people's groups is good, and there is meat for almost every meal, but most people only see the money and smell the meat.

But I didn't see the suffering of the new troop training, and Han Zhenhan's charm is precisely that he runs at the forefront of all training. What is the name of being an official who can do this? This is called leading by example.

But that's true, there is also eating and living together. The most important thing is that in addition to torture himself and his brothers in the new group in a variety of ways, Han Zhenhan's favorite thing is to tell stories to his brothers.

He talked about September 18th with both emotion and emotion, Lugou Bridge, and 100,000 Chinese workers in World War I.

Each story is like opening a window for the brothers of the whole group. The scenery outside the window is full of blood, aggression, war, and each story aroused the fighting spirit of the whole group.

In Han Zhenhan's own words, "I am not a diligent person, and I don't like to suffer and suffer. I have endless enjoyment in the United States."
Chapter completed!