The embroidery tube in Yuhang's hand was made of green bamboos everywhere. The embroidery bowls that others would use were slightly taller and looked very thick like a cup?

A line of strong and powerful regular characters are engraved on the bamboo tube: One day, the Han flag will be raised on the Fuji Mountains!

Song Yuhang noticed that this line of handwriting seemed to be over-colored? The carved areas revealed dark red or black colors. These colors were radially arranged, which looked very artistic. This bamboo tube was obviously deliberately preserved. Because it was played with more, the appearance of the bamboo tube was very smooth.

Song Yuhang held the bamboo tube and smiled at Du Yingmin and said, "Did you do it yourself?"

Du Yingmin shook his head and said, "This is the relic of the first old platoon leader in my platoon. Since the old platoon leader is from Nanjing and has no family or orphans, his pension has not been claimed yet. This bamboo tube has been passed on to previous platoon leaders. It is the ninth one who has been passed on to me personally. I personally like this bamboo tube, so I have always brought it by my side and now I am giving it to the chief. I hope the chief can bring this bamboo tube to the top of Mount Fuji in Japan to turn the old platoon leader's dream of dying."

Song Yuhang was serious about the bamboo tube, and he suddenly realized that the dripping dark red and black of the bamboo tube were not colored, it was the blood of the owner of the embroidery tube.

Song Yuhang solemnly handed the embroidered tube to Du Yingmin and said, "It is your responsibility to bring this bamboo tube to the top of Mount Fuji. I cannot deprive you of the power to place this bamboo tube on the top of Mount Fuji! It will be a testimony of historical moments and a manifestation of your bravery and loyalty. Holding it, it is the glory of Chinese soldiers indomitable ways!"

A school beside him shouted a salute very appropriately! Song Yuhang took the lead in salute to Du Yingmin and shouted loudly: "After victory, I will build a monument to the fallen soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force in the Anti-Japanese War on the Ruins of the Yasukuni Shrine in Japan!"

With the cheers of fierceness, Song Yuhang and his car returned to the headquarters east of Kolkata, the morale of the troops was completely available. This can be said to be Song Yuhang's most proud. With his political education, combined with the temptation of rewards and high pensions, some veterans in the Chinese Expeditionary Force have even begun to look forward to fighting, and Song Yuhang has planted the concept that he can make a fortune by fighting in Japan and can do whatever he wants.

When Song Yu returned to the headquarters, Su Na brought him a cup of herbal tea in a very timely manner. Song Yuhang smiled warmly at Su Na and drank the herbal tea in the cup. Just as he was about to say a few intimate words, Luo Jiaxiang pierced his head in a rashly, and Song Yuhang had to look at Su Na with a slightly red face and turn out sharply.

I realized that I was very bad at the right time. Luo Jiaxiang was worthy of laughing and said, "Commander Song! Did I, Mr. Luo, come at the right time?"

When Song Yu saw Luo Jiaxiang asking questions knowingly and was still speaking, "I heard that you, Deputy Inspector Luo, have been very idle recently! You always have time to go to the hospital for examination. You are very diligent! I think you, Deputy Inspector Luo, have some things to do for you."

Luo Jiaxiang was having sex with a Nanyang female nurse named He Jiedi in the Expeditionary Force Hospital. He heard that Song Yuhang was about to find something for him and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "You spare me! I will pay more attention next time!"

Immediately, Luo Jiaxiang handed the telegram under his arm to Song Yuhangdao: "Chongqing telegram. The labor force will arrive soon. The former Shanghai Hongdao Red Singer Ms. Ye Wenwen is also on the list of labor force. Chongqing wants us to properly take care of Ms. Ye's itinerary."

"Law Army?" Song Yuhang frowned and mentioned the issue of the army. Song Yuhang remembered the mutiny of the army in Myanmar and ancient places. Even if he became the deputy commander and chief of the Expeditionary Force, he said that the army was still the same as the same. He did not help the morale of the frontline officers and soldiers.

Although Song Yuhang was reluctant to do this "Law Force" in the land of hard work and money, there was a telegram from the chairman. It was a bit unworthy to make him unhappy for such a trivial matter. Song Yuhang handed over the honorary task of the "Law Force" to Xiao Guodong.

Xiao Guodong, with a bitter face, immediately changed into a smiley expression after leaving Song Yuhang's headquarters. The reason for Xiao Guodong, the Labor Army, was the most concerned person in the expeditionary army. It was because when Xiao Guodong was a third-rate young director in Shanghai, he heard Ye Wenwen who had just debuted at the time singing in the big world. Since then, Guodong has been deeply attracted by Ye Wenwen's beautiful singing and innocent and pure appearance. After many years, he was finally able to meet the beauty who made him fall in love with him at first sight. Why didn't Xiao Guodong excited?

Xiao Guodong, who was ready to volunteer, did not expect that this great good thing would really fall on him for the bystanders, Wang Chongxian and Liang Chao, who could not understand it, could not help but receive someone who was unwelcome.

"What good thing is there? Can Fat Xiao be happy like this? Don't be tired of errands? Will there be a big reversal when Xiao Guodong is in the hands of?

On the morning of July 1c, Xiao Guodong dressed his 42-style American uniform neatly and hung all the medals on his chest, especially the extremely conspicuous blue sky and white sun medals repeatedly.

When Xiao Guodong was wearing spotless leather shoes, commanding the Expeditionary Force band and the guard of honor to pick up people at the airport, the sleepy Song Yuhang happened to stand on the balcony and move his body. Song Yuhang was a little unbelievable that the fat man in the military downstairs was the fat man Xiao he was familiar with. After calling the guards to bring the telescope and repeated confirmation from several guards, Song Yuhang could barely believe that the lean fat man was Xiao Guodong, the logistics minister who had always been sloppy.

"Is the sun coming out from the west today?" Song Yuhang looked at the sky in confusion. In such a hot weather, what exactly made Xiao Guodong, who dared to wear shorts and vests to participate in his military combat conference, actually wore a dress and a medal in such a hot weather?

After Xiao Guodong's welcome team set off, Song Yuhang suddenly remembered that Xiao Guodong had actually mobilized such a large welcome team? Is this a bit of a big deal? But then he thought about it and finally found a candidate who was willing to receive the Labor Army. As long as it was not too out of order, he would let it go!

As the sun jumped out: the flat line, Song Yuhang's busy day officially kicked off.

Under the combat escort of a whole squadron, the six ch-carriages of the Labor Army were flying to Kolkata with all the members and various costumes and props.

In the cabin of the last flight of the formation, a woman wearing light makeup was wearing a light green cheongsam and closed her eyes in her seat, while a girl next to her stood by holding a piece of red wine. The woman wearing light makeup just put the red wine under her nose and smelled it, and there seemed to be no desire to enter.

The woman with light makeup has a pair of standard peach blossom eyes, slightly round cheeks, a towering nose bridge, and thin but plump lips. She has an indescribable attraction when she matches her plump body.

This name is Ye Wenwen, who Xiao Guodong has always met and didn't know each other. Ye Wenwen's eyes have been on the sleeping dancers. Her crystal jade hands hold a crystal goblet, and her slender index fingers are constantly tapping the crystal wine glass intermittently.

The girl standing with her holding the bottle also gently tapped the bottle. If Song Yuhang was present, she would definitely exclaim "Moss Code"!

The plane was jogging in the clouds, and the dance girls on the plane were awakened. Many of them were borrowed from the Military Affairs Department in various nightclubs and dance halls in Chongqing more than ten days ago. After a week of training, they were told that they were going to India to work hard. The labor force was still a good thing for these girls who still struggled by betraying their youth all day long. At least they didn't have to face those guys who were so fat that they were extremely annoying for three meals a day.

Since the outbreak of the War of Resistance Against Japan, although the Chinese army has risen to resist heroic sacrifices, what the people in the rear heard is one after another huge casualties and loss. The sacrifices of the national army's division and army were all for ordinary things. The country was lost, the home was destroyed, and the displacement forced these young girls to face the cruel real life. In order to survive, when they no longer had anything they were deliberately betrayed, the only thing they could sell was themselves. Relatively speaking, they were still lucky, and more were unfortunate.

They all felt incredible that China could have an army that could invade Myanmar and attack India and annihilate hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops. Why didn’t such a war-capable force stay in China to recover lost territory? They just wanted to run to India and add any place to fight?

The girls scrambled to lie in a few small windows and looked out the window. To be honest, as a transport plane, the ch-43 did not have a stable sealed compartment, and the riding conditions were very bad. Even so, it did not affect the girls' curiosity. Flying between the blue sky and white clouds and looking down at the vast land was so novel for these girls who worked hard to live a day.

India's vast and fertile land amazes most of the girls from the countryside. They can no longer calculate how much food these lands can grow and feed.

Ye Zai looked at the vast land outside the vanity window and sighed slightly, "It is really unfair, lazy, stupid, and clumsy Indians actually occupy such fertile land. If it weren't for the Chinese Expeditionary Force's strategy to drive tigers and swallow wolves, they would probably still enjoy the peaceful sky!" (To be continued,)
Chapter completed!