Super Dictator

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In the second line of defense of Yushu Castle, Cheng Bushi saw the miserable situation of the Japanese and said with a smile: "Sir, is this called tooth for tooth, blood for blood?"

Wei Jichen smiled and shook his head and joked: "No, this is called retribution in this world."

After thinking for a while, Wei Jichen continued: "Now that the Japanese have broken through my first line of defense, they are probably complacent and thinking about how to break into our Yushu Fort as soon as possible. Tonight, we must strengthen our defense to prevent the Japanese from sneak attacks at night."

Cheng Buzhi said yes.

Wei Jichen looked at the battlefield where the smoke had not dissipated. There were still traces of sparks in some places. He suddenly thought that many of the houses in Yushu Fort had wooden structures and were easy to catch fire. If the Japanese set fire to such a fire, it would cause a commotion and there would be no place to cry. there is none left.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but call out to Cheng Bushi who was about to leave, and told him: "Old Cheng, there is one more thing. Let the lightly injured soldiers throw all the easily flammable objects in the house in front of the position. Don't be afraid of damage. House, we won’t be able to live here much longer anyway.”

"Sir, are you afraid?" Cheng Bushi asked with some confusion.

"I'm afraid that the Japanese will use fire to attack, so it's better to be cautious. Even if they don't have that idea, we throw all the flammable wood and objects in front of the position. When the Japanese cannons explode, the thick smoke will be visible to them. We don’t know the reality of our army’s position,” Wei Jichen said solemnly.

Winter is originally a dry season. Flowers and plants are dry and it is easy to catch fire. No wonder Wei Jichen thinks so.

"Well, I'll go down and take care of it right away." Cheng Bushi turned around and left with a fist in his hands.

Night was about to fall, and Katsura Taro saw that his original plan had been realized, so he suspended the attack and gave the Japanese soldiers who had been fighting hard for most of the day a rest.

On the position, the sound of artillery gradually faded away until only sporadic gunfire remained. Both sides seemed to have a tacit understanding and began to light a fire to cook.

Wei Jichen didn't have much time to rest. After eating a few mouthfuls of dry food, he went to the injured barracks to visit the injured sergeant.

The Japanese attack was very fierce today. Maybe Katsura wanted to capture Yushu Fort in one go, or maybe the Japanese soldiers had high morale after a period of rest.

In short, not only did the Japanese suffer heavy casualties, but Wei Jichen's losses were also considerable.

When Wei Jichen led Wang Huaiqing and several other soldiers to a large courtyard where the wounded barracks was located, he heard deep groans of pain, soft conversations, and low sobbing inside.

Walking to the door, you can clearly see the situation inside. There are only military doctors in the Qing army, and there are no specialized nursing staff. The wounded soldiers are rescued and transported back by their colleagues. These rough guys are inevitably lavish and do not pay attention to health and safety. Most of them Wounded soldiers died of bacterial infections such as tetanus.

There were not many military doctors in total, and they were busy inside. The seriously wounded were moved into the room, and the hospital was full of lightly wounded.

They were said to be lightly wounded. Wei Jichen also saw a lot of people who had lost arms and legs. These people were lying on the ground with their eyes blank. Those who were talking softly had nothing missing on their bodies, and they still had a little energy to talk. Today's battle.

When Wei Jichen walked into the courtyard, he couldn't help but startled most of the injured. Those who were slightly injured had to stand up and salute, while those who were seriously injured were also struggling to stand up.

"Brothers, don't move, just lie down. It's me who comes to see the brothers now, not the brothers who come to see me." Wei Jichen quickly pressed his hand down and said with a sad face.

Wei Jichen was in a very heavy mood. In less than a day, the entire courtyard was filled with wounded people.

Wang Huaiqing and other soldiers quickly stepped forward and helped the wounded who stood up to lie down. When the others saw this, they stopped moving and sat or lay down quietly watching Wei Jichen.

Wei Jichen walked to a soldier who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. There were still tears on the soldier's face. When Wei Jichen entered the door just now, he saw him sobbing softly.

Wei Jichen wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve and asked softly, "What's your name?"

"To my lord, my name is Tiedan." Tiedan was a little frightened by Wei Jichen's actions.

"Why are you crying?" Wei Jichen asked again.

"Sir, my right hand is broken and I have become a cripple. I will never be able to charge into battle with you again." Tiedan looked at his right hand with red eyes. It was obvious that losing his right hand was a great blow to him.

Wei Jichen touched his head, comforting him silently at first, and then said: "How can you become a disabled person if you lose your right hand?"

Wei Jichen stood up straight and saw all the wounded looking at him, so he stretched out his left hand and took out the pistol from his arms.

Under the eyes of everyone, he shot the tiles on the house.

With a bang, the tiles were broken into several pieces, and one of them flew upwards. Wei Jichen fired another shot, and the broken tiles flying upwards were hit again and fell apart into several small pieces.

"I have lost my right hand, my left hand, my left foot, and my right foot. As long as I, Wei Jichen, am still alive, I, Wei Jichen, can continue to kill people. No one dares to underestimate me, no one dares to call me waste."

Wei Jichen paused and continued: "You, too, don't let others tell you that you have become a useless person, not even me. As long as you have perseverance in your heart, you can kill people with any part of your body and live a good life. "Only those who have accomplished nothing want to tell you that you are useless. If you want to fight, just work hard to achieve it. It's that simple."

After Wei Jichen said what he said, all the wounded fell silent. Yes, I lost my right hand. How can I not shoot with my right hand? I lost my left leg, but I still have a right leg and both hands.

"Brothers, heaven is on the move, and a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement. Now we, Wei Zijun, are besieged by the Japanese in Yushu Fort, but I, Wei Jichen, have never lost hope, because, with you brothers here, you have brothers who regard death as home." Now, what do I, Wei Jichen, have to be afraid of? Even if I, Wei Jichen, want to break out, I will not leave any of my brothers behind. As long as I still have breath, I will take him away. But if even you lose hope, you will all lose. If you have no will to fight, then even if I, Wei Jichen, have all kinds of abilities, I can't take you away." Wei Jichen raised his voice and said: "Brothers, even if we die, we will die on the way forward. As long as we are still alive. As long as you have one breath, you can fight the Japanese until the end."

"Fight bloody to the end, fight bloody to the end!"

The wounded first murmured these words, and then the words merged into a roaring river, and the eyes of the wounded who had lost their spirits burst out with bright and determined eyes.

Tiedan had long since wiped away his tears, his little face tensed up, his whole body regained his strength, and he looked at Wei Jichen with reverence in his eyes.

Wei Jichen unhooked the revolver, put it in Tiedan's hand, and encouraged: "This gun is given to our little hero. I hope that one day you can compete with me in marksmanship with your left hand."

"Sir, I will not let you down." Tiedan held the gun tightly.

Wei Jichen saw that the wounded barracks was no longer as lifeless as before, so he called over a military doctor and ordered: "Brothers' wounds must be cleaned, and the gauze used for dressing must be boiled in boiling water and dried before use. Well, there are also "The environment here is too bad and there are too many people. Move some of the less injured brothers to the house where I live. It is enough for me to have a room to sleep in."

The military doctor admired Wei Jichen very much. As long as the commander-in-chief walked around, the wounded who were dying became much more obedient.

"Okay, sir, I will organize the manpower to do it." The military doctor nodded and took the order.

Wei Jichen went into the room again to look at the seriously wounded, and greeted each of them a few times. After doing this, he had time to rest for a while.

Soldiers who died on the battlefield would receive pensions from the court, and those who were disabled would also receive a large amount of money. However, these disabled soldiers would lose their livelihood after returning home, and they would probably remain impoverished for the rest of their lives.

Although Wei Jichen spoke impassionedly, he knew what kind of life and difficulties those injured who had lost their hands and feet would face in the future.

Like some famous generals in history who were said to love their soldiers like their own children. In addition to sharing the joys and sorrows with the sergeants, they also cared a lot about the wounded soldiers who returned home.

Although Wei Jichen was not a famous general, he would not bear to see Wei Zijun's wounded soldiers retire and end up alone and helpless at home, in poverty, with no one even knowing when they died.

Besides money, the most important thing that can help these wounded people is to point out a way for them to survive.

Wei Jichen thought about it several times and finally had an idea in his mind. If he could go back alive this time, he must start more industries. National capitalism had just emerged in the late Qing Dynasty. For him, a time traveler, there was gold everywhere. Of course, you If you have the power in your hands, collusion between officials and businessmen is the way out.

The most important thing is to escape from here, otherwise everything will be in vain, Wei Jichen thought as he paced back and forth in the room.

After today's attack, although the Japanese broke through the first line of defense, their vigor has been lost. I still have a second line, a third line, and several more lines of defense if I want, but I don't want to defend this place. The Japanese died together, so these are meaningless.

When the Japanese have lost all their energy and there are loopholes in the encirclement, it is time for them to break through. If they wait for another day of fierce fighting tomorrow, the Japanese will be unable to attack for a long time. In all likelihood, they will be impetuous, and the opportunity will come.

Surrounded by the Japanese, Wei Jichen couldn't sleep. He patrolled around with a few soldiers. Cheng Bushi had already led the soldiers to demolish most of the houses to a state of disrepair. Everything that was flammable and dry had been removed. Some houses even had their roofs removed, and they were so dark that they looked very penetrating.

Wei Jichen did not dare to withdraw the soldiers on the front line at will. He maintained sufficient troops on the front line and only let a small number of soldiers take turns to rest. Those soldiers who fell asleep had guns in their hands and could go to the battlefield again at any time.

One post at five steps, one sentry at ten steps!

Even if a mouse passes by, it will be noticed and no one can penetrate.