Chapter 20: Chanda Training (II)

Jiang Anguo let the veterinarian take Lei Ao to examine the wounded; the severely injured, even though the huge noise that morning when the Japanese charged in, didn't hear it, so naturally they couldn't get up.

He had just prepared to summon Li Qing, but he found that the points hadn't decreased; instead they had increased. It should have been 286 points, because Jiang Anguo spent some.

Now the points have become 814; he doesn't understand how the points increased.

"System, how did these points increase?" Jiang Anguo asked.

"Host, there are currently 538 people willing to join the Host's team, so the system will provide points daily, one point per person."

Jiang Anguo felt his heartbeat accelerate; he had just been scrimping, and now he is suddenly affluent, meaning he no longer lacks money.

"System, you really are impressive," Jiang Anguo had to praise the system.

He also roughly understood that although Chanda's defeated soldiers hadn't joined Jiang Anguo's team, they had already silently joined his team.

Jiang Anguo hadn't started recruiting yet; this turned out well, saving him a lot of time.

A large portion of the points comes from Wounded Soldiers; what Wounded Soldiers fear most is not dying in battle, nor going onto the front and fighting the Japanese Devil desperately, but being injured and receiving no one's care.

Jiang Anguo not only cared about the Wounded Soldiers, but also brought in foreign Doctors to treat them, which truly moved him to the core.

He probably also understood that as long as his troops increase, the points increase, and points can be exchanged for many good things.

But with five hundred points a day, even with a thousand points a day, Jiang Anguo could only Exchange 100 rifles.

To arm a team of a thousand, it takes ten days; that's just a pure rifle team. If you add other weapons, Artillery is definitely needed, and at least twenty days are required to arm a team.

When the weapons arrive, you also need bullets and artillery shells for training, meaning you must also Exchange bullets; with 1,000 points, exchanging bullets yields only a limited amount, averaging ten rounds per soldier per day, which is insufficient for a combat unit; at least eighty rounds per soldier are needed, requiring eight days.

Twenty days, and the front-line fighting is about to end, leaving no other option.

Oh my God!

The time left for Jiang Anguo is really not much.

"Thank you, Captain," a soldier with a rag wrapped around his leg sincerely expressed gratitude.

The soldier's thanks pulled Jiang Anguo back to reality.

They unanimously felt abandoned, and Jiang Anguo's appearance was like a deity descending.

"Take good care of your wounds; when your bodies recover, I'll still lead you to fight the Japanese Devil," Jiang Anguo patted the other's shoulder and said.

Every time he passed a Wounded Soldier, Jiang Anguo would say a comforting sentence.

"Meng Fanle, have Xiao Si bring twenty jin of rice over; Liu Qing, you few with slightly lighter injuries, all move a bit and help cook for everyone," Jiang Anguo arranged.

Everyone thought they'd starve, but unexpectedly, the officer had already arranged everything.

"Thank you, Captain."

"Thank you."

Jiang Anguo stood on a stone, constantly showing off, "Don't be polite to me; you haven't had food for a long time, your bodies are weak. First drink some porridge to fill your stomach; when your wounds heal, I'll take you to eat meat, and I'll also take you to eat the Japanese Devil's meat."

"Alright."

"Alright."

"May Little Japan die!"

It is evident that everyone harbors great hatred toward Little Japan; this is a national grievance, deep in every heart.

Jiang Anguo was very satisfied with this, and Meng Fanle was also very proactive, hoping to heal his leg soon.

Everyone's morale was lifted high, and Jiang Anguo hoped these Wounded Soldiers could all join his team.

If these Wounded Soldiers made it to Chanda, it shows they weren't very serious before departure; in fact, the severe ones had already died on the battlefield.

The only serious cases were those whose wounds weren't treated promptly, becoming severe after bacterial infection.

While Lei Ao was checking the critically injured, Jiang Anguo had already summoned Li Qing.

"Li Qing, you also follow Lei Ao to treat the wounded; if you need anything, I'll purchase it." Li Qing's appearance was sudden, so no one recognized him, but later, when everyone saw Li Qing and Lei Ao continuously treating the Wounded Soldiers, they realized Li Qing was also a very skilled Doctor.

Doctors and teachers, regardless of the era, are always highly respected.

Especially during war, Doctors truly can save lives.

The National Government didn't lack the desire to save people; in reality, there were no medicines to save them. The ports were occupied, supplies were blockaded, and the first things brought in could only be weapons; with weapons, the remaining land could be preserved.

Gradually, most people had also had breakfast and were lying on the ground; Jiang Anguo had just notified all Captains to bring all cooking equipment onto the open area. The weather was fine, and everyone didn't mind, lying crookedly.

At this moment, Jiang Anguo appeared again holding a Horn, with a faint smile on his face.

Passing a soldier, they would say "Hello, Captain" to Jiang Anguo.

Jiang Anguo naturally understood what they were thinking: lunch is just to get full; ten jin of rice for eighty people is only about a third full, yet they were already quite satisfied.

Many Captains contributed their canned food; the main issue was insufficient portions, each getting only a tiny bit of luncheon meat.

This is also what Jiang Anguo wanted to see: a team should have a spirit of contribution.

Standing on a high ground, Jiang Anguo took the microphone and shouted to everyone, "How's it, eating comfortably?"

Everyone in unison said, "Comfortable, thank you, Captain."

"Hehe." Jiang Anguo rubbed his nose.

"Do you know what's for lunch?"

Jiang Anguo, like a big gray wolf, showed an even more wicked smile.

"I don't know."

"Captain, is there meat for lunch?"

"Is it meat?"

Jiang Anguo nodded, "You guessed right; today's lunch is still meat, and it's Red-braised Pork."

"Oh."

The voice was louder than before, absolutely crazy.

"But..." (a slight pause)

"Today there is only one pot of meat, so you need to hold a competition. The competition is simple: stand in Military Posture, a team contest; each team is a group, and anyone whose posture is not standard is eliminated. In the end, the group with the most remaining members wins."

Jiang Anguo needs a team with military discipline, not a bunch of scattered soldiers.

Military Posture tests obedience above all, and this isn't an individual contest; Jiang Weiguo demands a team competition.

"From now on you have thirty minutes; let your Captain organize your Military Posture. My requirement is: feet together, hands placed on the sides of your trousers, stay still. If you can't, have those who can teach you. This concerns your lunch, so don't hide anything from me. Show me your real skill, let me see."

"Are you cut out for the army!"