"Look at them," Xia Tian pointed to the piles of defeated soldiers like corpses and whispered: "They are real soldiers of war, but they are soldiers of war. They are so cold that they only recognize the ones in front of them and only recognize the ones they eat. Why? Is it because they want to?"

Xia Tian shook his head and said with an inexplicable smell: "No, it's because they understand too much, they understand too clearly."

Ayi doesn't understand Xia Tian's words very well.

"Do you know their fate? Wait for reorganization, then you will be organized into a new new engineer, and then sent to the front line, fight, defeat, and continue to reincarnate. I told me that he said that the Japanese tactical literacy is actually very rigid, and he can guess every step of the Japanese soldiers fighting."

"But, I still lose!"

"The defeated soldiers who lost a hundred battles were so desperate that they were numb. They dared not trust their commanders because their commanders would consume them like consumables. Anyway, in a blink of an eye, they could pull out reorganized and new commanders."

Ayi was uncomfortable all over. His first war ended with a defeat in the sound of cannons. He did not see the enemy, but just a booming sound of cannons. Then in a blink of an eye, he was defeated and irreversible defeat...

"If you want to organize them, you have to do it, make them trust you, make them choose to follow you, believe me, and then they will trust you unconditionally and trust you with their humble lives."

Ayi asked confusedly: "How to do it?"

Here comes...

Xia Tian did not have the pride of fooling success in his heart. In fact, he was not fooling, but stating the facts. But the more cruel fact is that Ayi does not have the core charm. His efforts will never win the trust of the defeated soldiers, or these defeated soldiers dare not trust others with humble lives!

"Do, communicate with each other, let them trust you little by little, of course, this will definitely not be effective in just a few days, but we have time, right?" Xia Tian asked with a wry smile.

Ayi also smiled bitterly, yes, their group of defeated soldiers who don’t care about the sky and the earth have time.

"Help me." Ayi looked at Xia Tian seriously.

That serious look made Xia Tian feel guilty, but his empty belly made his guilt disappear without a trace. He said: "I can't do it, but I recommend one."

"Are you annoyed?"

It's not literally, but Meng Fanluo, okay, even Ayi is used to calling it "fanluo", which shows that Meng Fanluo's name is powerful.

"Yes, I'm just as annoyed as you, but he's desperate in his repeated defeats, and he also needs light."

Ayi looked at Meng Fan and nodded silently.

Seeing this, Xia Tian felt that today was almost done. He did not have the talent of Dad Ma, and he could not have someone to pay tens of millions of dollars in eloquence when he met. He did not let Jinling put down everything that followed him and fool Ayi's watches. It would be better to wait for it to happen.

After successfully fooling Ayi, Xia Tian also felt the inexplicable persistence in Ayi's heart. If Ayi had not had such persistence, he would not have thought of subduing these defeated soldiers.

This principle is as simple as if you want to cut people, you have to find a knife. If the defeated soldiers are reorganized, according to the convention of reorganization, an officer who can control the defeated soldiers will naturally be "heavy tasks". A Yi obviously wants to be an officer who is "heavy tasks", although this "heavy tasks" require quotation marks.

So Xia Tian couldn't help but ask curiously: "Sir Ayi, can you tell me your story?"

"Story?" A Yi looked east, his eyes were blurred, but his face turned ferocious. He slowly told his story:

The story is very simple. A story of an innocent little citizen who is pitiful in the environment of a country destruction. The protagonist of the story is Ayi's father, a poor man who feeds a family in Shanghai under the background of a country destruction, and a poor man who lives humbly and kneels.

One day at work, a bullet took the life of this poor man and shot a Japanese soldier. The reason for the shooting was so ridiculous that it was terrifying. The other party just wiped the gun and found a target to try the gun.

With such a ridiculous reason and cause and effect, a man fell on the street.

"I want to fight back to Shanghai, not to go back in a mess, but to fight back." As Yi said his persistence, Xia Tian was inexplicably panicked, but finally nodded fiercely and agreed:

"It must be."

Ayi laughed, yes, sure.

"Then we should do the first thing first," Xia Tian pointed at the defeated soldiers: "We will first get them used to cleanliness, and then find a spirit called dignity in cleanliness."

"dignity?"

"Don't you think that only when a person is clean, he will say with his head held high and his chest up, "Do I have dignity?" Xia Tian asked back.
Chapter completed!