At 8:05, He Zhenshu drove to Menggong East City Gate and saw an army driving over the road outside Menggong City.

The Sichuan Army, who had been waiting for a long time, came, but everything we saw in front of us was far beyond the imagination of He Zhenshu and others.

I saw the army lined up in four columns and walked forward, and at first glance, the team was so long that it was impossible to see.

However, this team does not look like an elite force coming to fight, but rather like a group of refugees from Africa, an organized and disciplined begging team.

The soldiers in the queue were all unkempt and ragged. The clothes on their bodies were barely seen as in the style of military uniforms, but they were already ragged.

Some soldiers' uniforms have become strips of ragged cloth. The black and ragged clothes hanging on their bodies sway with the wind in the morning.

Only by looking closely can you barely see that these ragged clothes were once standard military uniforms, not begging clothes.

The soldiers were all pale and thin. Under the tattered cloth-like military uniform, their exposed skin was covered with dirt and filth, but they could still clearly see the protruding ribs.

Thin arms, shriveled cheeks, deep eye sockets, and thin figure all show their long-term malnutrition and long-term physical overdrawing.

The shoes they wore were either straw sandals or black cloth shoes that were still full of loopholes after being sewn and patched. Some even had straw sandals and barefoot boards.

In addition, there were many wounded soldiers in the team, holding wooden sticks, tied with gauze wrapped around their heads, either limping alone, walking forward with the help of their comrades, or lying on a stretcher and being carried away.

It is really unimaginable how such a team of "old, weak, sick and disabled" came to Menggong, Myanmar neatly in more than half a month.

However, such a beggar team is full of shocking power and faith, because these soldiers are not depressed or decadent at all, but they are all full of energy and fighting spirit!

Oh my God, how could this be an army?

It was simply a group of beggars and refugees in ragged clothes and unable to eat!

No, to be precise, it should be an organized, disciplined, and highly motivated beggar army!

"Oh my God, is this the Sichuan Army? No wonder the chief rank asked me to come to receive them specially. This is too miserable!"

Looking at the severe malnutrition in front of him, it was like the wind could fall down, but the Sichuan Army, which was disciplined and full of fighting spirit, He Zhenshu's eyes turned red!

Despite his years of military career and his heart is as firm as iron, he couldn't help but burst into tears in his eyes, and crystal tears kept spinning in his eyes.

"Oh my God, there is such an army in the world?"

"They must have not eaten enough for a long time, so they are so thin!"

"I am Mai Ka, is this an army? Or a group of beggars?"

"My God, there are such a pitiful army in the world? What are they wearing on their feet?"

"It's so pitiful. Look, it's winter now, they're still not covered in clothes, and there are still people wearing barefoot boards!"

"Yes, it's so miserable! Are there all such pitiful troops in China? Can they beat the Japanese?"

As the Sichuan Army continued to approach Menggong City along the highway, the Burmese natives, British expatriates inside and outside the city, as well as reporters from various newspapers and media gathered here one after another.

The scenes in front of them shocked everyone. If they had not seen them with their own eyes, they would never have thought that there would be such a beggar army in the world!

"Brothers, salute! Welcome the brothers of the Sichuan Army into the city!"

"salute!"

He Zhenshu and others saw their eyes red, and then they raised their right hands together toward the moving Sichuan Army.

"salute!"

Seeing dozens of fully armed soldiers saluting at their new military salutes, the Sichuan Army soldiers walking in front of them responded to salutes to He Zhenshu and others.

A moment later, a Colonel-ranking Sichuan officer trotted to He Zhenshu and saluted: "Hello, sir, I am Wang Yucheng, the commander of the 727th Regiment, 364th Brigade, 122nd Division, 41st Army, 22nd Army."

He Zhenshu hurriedly replied, "Hello, Captain Wang, thank you for your hard work, brothers from the Sichuan Army.

I am He Zhenshu, the commander of the Chinese Tiger Army's military garrison in Yangon in Myanmar. I am here to welcome the brothers of the 22nd Army here under the order of the General Secretary.

Now the city has prepared barracks, weapons, ammunition and various supplies for the brothers of the Sichuan Legion. Please enter the city as soon as possible.

There are dedicated receptions and guidance in the city to ensure that the brothers are well-fed and well-dressed! When you get here, you will be at your own home. Don’t be polite!”

In order to gradually promote He Zhenshu to the position, Yang Fan has promoted him to the commander of the Yangon security guard, responsible for social security and patrol guards in Yangon and several surrounding cities.

"Thank you, Commander Yang and the Hu Ben Army brothers. On behalf of the Brothers of the Wuwanchuan Army, I would like to express my highest respect and gratitude!"

After hearing this, Wang Yucheng's eyes turned red in an instant, and he almost couldn't hold back his tears. After going through a lot of hardships, he was hungry and marching for half a month, and finally he could breathe a sigh of relief.

He Zhenshu then asked, "Captain Wang, where is Commander Sun? The General Secretary ordered me to pick up Commander Sun to Yangon to discuss matters as soon as possible. The Japanese devils are ready to move, and there is not much time left for us!"

"I'm here!"

Before Wang Yucheng could reply, Sun Zhen rode to He Zhenshu on a horse, with three senior generals behind him.

After turning over and dismounting, Sun Zhen introduced with a smile on his face:

"Hello, Commander He, I am Sun Zhen, the commander-in-chief of the 22nd Army. These three are Deputy Commander-in-Chief Li Jiayu, Deputy Commander-in-Chief Chen Dingxun, and Chief of Staff Zhu Ying!"

"Hello Commander Sun! Hello Deputy Commander Li! Hello Deputy Commander Chen! Hello Chief of Staff Zhu! I have heard of the name for a long time, and I am really lucky to see it today!"

He Zhenshu greeted him one by one with excitement. Although the four people in front of him were all unkempt and their clothes were blackened by various filth, and their embarrassing appearance was very detrimental to their glorious image, He Zhenshu's respect and excitement remained undiminished at all.

Sun Zhen held He Zhenshu's hand and smiled heartily: "Haha, where, where! We sincerely admire Commander Yang and the Chinese Hu Ben Army. You are worthy of being the nemesis of the Japanese. The Japanese were frightened by the attacks and greatly increased the prestige and confidence of the Chinese people!"

"Thank you Commander Sun for your compliment!"

He Zhenshu smiled and nodded, and then said enthusiastically: "Commander Sun, Deputy Commander Li, Deputy Commander Chen, and Chief of Staff Zhu, you have worked hard all the way!

In the city, we have prepared food and barracks for the brothers of the Sichuan Army. You have been tired all the way, so follow me into the city and have a good rest! Please get in the car!"

"Okay! The guest will follow the host's will, then follow Commander He's arrangements!"
Chapter completed!