Chapter 246 Cruelty and Kindness

This is a large study, but you can't even see a book, but there are documents piled up everywhere, and a wooden sand table is full of small flags. Then there is the military map hanging on the four walls. A canvas bed in the room stretches against the wall. Although all the windows in the room are open, it is still hot.

A copywriter sat with an officer. The silver-edged collar on the collar on the black background was two leaves of pine and cypress. This is a colonel. The colonel's black and shiny square face still lit up with a pair of eyes slightly sunken, and the dark blue under the eyes showed the fatigue behind this rare expression of the face.

This is Yu Zhucheng, the commander of the first division, who has two completely different titles of "living Yanluo" or "living Bodhisattva" in Gansu. At this time, he did not read the report of the army, and even the matter of the company's officers who were promoted to the battalion in the battlefield was temporarily suppressed. At this time, he read the newspaper, and the two broom eyebrows were heavily pressed down, and his eyes were dark. Occasionally, the eye waves roll and flash, but they are fleeting.

This was a scolding from the Nanjing General Staff, which was more severe than the last time. Looking at the extremely harsh telegram, Yu Zhucheng believed that if the Chief of Staff Jiang had been in front of him at this time, he would have cursed.

In the past few weeks, Yu Zhucheng's son had a hard time, and the three-leaf pine and cypress on the seal turned into two leaves, which meant that he was demoted from a major general to a colonel, and even the commander of the first riding division was removed. For the time being, it was regarded as "wearing guilty and meritorious service".

"Oh!"

With a long sigh, Yu Zhucheng smiled bitterly. The two broom eyebrows were squeezed into a ball. After annihilating the main force of the Hezhou horse team in Ziwuling, he had never had a good time.

As he sighed, an officer came in. After the military salute, he took a step forward.

"Hur, my second riding battalion has been stopped!"

Zhao Pengda's long waist-black face has an uncontrollable look of anger. There are only three cavalry battalions in one cavalry regiment, but now two battalions have been suspended for investigation.

"At the last meeting, I told you that you must strictly control your subordinates. Now Nanjing is staring at us. You have hit the muzzle twice and hit it again. Even if you have outstanding military achievements, I'm afraid you will have to be discharged!"

The two brooms in Zhucheng have been launched. In front of his subordinates, he can't show his inner emotions. The officer is the soul of the army, and the officer's emotions will directly affect the army's emotions.

Sitting on the horse stool, Zhao Pengda lowered his hand and sighed.

"Hur, do you think I don't want to? Several seriously injured soldiers hugged themselves with grenades! What can I do?"

He took off the saber from his waist and held it in his hand. Zhao Pengda's face was full of helplessness.

"Do you think I will report death in war or suicide? After committing suicide, they have nothing left. They died in the war, and there is a pension of 300 yuan! We have to be worthy of our brothers. They are all from a bitter background. We have to be worthy of them!"

The two people in this room are helpless, but there is nothing they can do. There is a clear order in Nanjing.

"In the past, we fought with Lao Maozi in the northeast. At the beginning, we never lost the seriously injured. No matter how much it cost, we had to save them, but in the end? Those brothers who were hard-won to save jumped into the river, hang themselves, and had fewer arms. We can find a way to settle them, but with fewer legs, then they will be useless. In this world, even their own brothers, do not like many useless people in the family. Without legs, there will be no life. Life is better than death!"

Zhao Pengda said, but Yu Zhucheng was smoking with his eyebrows locked.

"Hold them on the battlefield, let them die by themselves, or leave them to Lao Maozi, won't they die in the end? It's dead like this. How do we write it in our report? Missing! It's missing! Nothing can be left. If we were killed in the war, we would only have a pension of 200 yuan in the Northeast, plus a pension of 200 yuan, and a pension of 100 yuan.

Smoking a cigarette, Yu Zhucheng didn't say anything. He knew that what Zhao Pengda said was true. He could still remember the relieved smile on his face when he was swallowed by the soldier who made up by himself, which would only hurt only 30 yuan. It was in the cry of the wounded who cried for grenades and let the officers make up for it that there was the "tradition" of riding a division. As their officers, they would be automatically included in the death list when reporting after the war.

"The group of officials in Nanjing said that we have no fucking conscience. Who is willing to kill his brother with his own hands?"

Zhao Pengda shouted, and there were two tears on his waist and face.

"What did those seriously injured people who survived hold, 100 yuan! Then the army didn't ask him. I tried every effort to send it to the medical station, but it hasn't been saved yet. It's 130 yuan. When we fought a war, we used military law to force them to work their lives. Whoever doesn't sell their lives, I will kill whom. The military law is like a mountain. At the beginning, the brothers who died in military law were no less than letting Lao Maozi kill them. Later, everyone got used to it and worked hard, but if he If we have no legs and no legs, we don't want them. It's better to die as a useless person to live. If we die, we can still earn hundreds of yuan for our family. Shall we force the wounded soldier to die? No! It's all voluntary. At that time, we can at least give them a fight to death!"

Zhao Pengda spit and complained about the injustice in the army. The purple-black face would be full of grievances from the bottom of his heart.

"If you want to say it, it's his mother's injustice. It costs 300 yuan to die on the battlefield, and it's shrunk by half. It's useless to save it back. I'll give you 100 yuan. Get your mother's egg. This is fucking rule."

"Enough!"

After twisting out the cigarette hard, Yu Zhucheng said a word.

"Is it enough? Sir, I have to say today, that is, sir, you pushed me out to death. I also have to say something for my brothers and shout to die. Is he a fucking hero? Is it his mother's heart to give his brothers a ride? It's not his mother, but there is no way. The brothers used their lives on the battlefield, and the country must be worthy of them. Damn, the country is worthy of them, 500 yuan! With that 500 yuan, you can buy 20 or 30 mu of good land, and you won't have to worry about your parents, wives and children in your life. But what about now? Sir, my good officer, you go to the hospital to see those legless brothers. How do they live with more than 100 yuan? What else do they want to say? We are their officers. Don't just look at military law!"

Zhao Pengda, who was full of tears, stood up and cursed loudly. The scolding even made the guards and staff outside look at it. Almost everyone's faces showed a strange look because of his shouting.

"Now if Jiang Fangzhen stands in front of my face, I will have to cut off one of his legs, and then give him a hundred yuan to get out of here. At that time, he will know what conscience is! Saying that we have no conscience and don't know what kindness is, I have to ask him, let the legless brother get out of here, just have a conscience, that is, kindness, it's his mother's false benevolence and false righteousness!"

"Fake benevolence and false righteousness!"

Staring at the telegram in his hand, Chen Moran, who was sitting in the conference room of the cruiser Haitian, looked up at Jiang Fangzhen, who was chasing him.

"Baili, what do you think we should deal with this grievance against the officer's Zhao Pengda?"

"Thirty years, with the discipline of the army, another rank of rank!"

Jiang Fangzhen expressed his opinion with a blank face.

"Do it according to your opinion! Baili, you chased me from the staff. I'm afraid it's not just for this matter!"

Chen Moran once again turned his eyes to the thousand-word telegram, which said that it was the "King of Yan" for instructions on how to deal with Zhao Pengda, but not that he wanted to use Zhao Pengda's mouth to talk about the problems in the casualties in the Restoration Army.

This is a rule set as early as Hell Island. The purpose is to let the soldiers have no worries and go to the front line to kill the enemy bravely. The pension was increased from 100 to 200 or 300. Later, the industrial insurance company even contracted the personal insurance of the Guangfu officers and soldiers, and the dead officers and soldiers can get it. Insurance up to 200 yuan.

The soldiers exchanged by the thick-fit officers and soldiers are brave on the battlefield. At the same time, they can be killed in the wounded soldiers... "Sir, the seriously injured, you can't retire. 100 yuan of disability and dozens of yuan of insurance. Indeed, it's a little less. Just as explained by the division commander, sometimes ruthlessness is not necessarily necessary. It's cruel, and ruthlessness is not necessarily a kind of kindness! He killed the seriously injured, but gave their families no worries about food and clothing.

Jiang Fangzhen's words were also quite helpless. When he received the report of the "exterminjured" of the first cavalry division of the sixth division, the whole staff was more angry after being shocked. The military law was ruthless, but it was military law. From the time everyone joined the restoration army, they were told that the army was a family around them. All of them are his brothers, taking the army as their home and sprinkling flowers with blood. This is the creed of the Guangfu Army, and the riding division undoubtedly shames this creed.

At first, according to the opinion of the staff, Yu Zhucheng and the officers involved should be escorted back to Nanjing for trial, but the reality of more than 100,000 fugitives burning, killing and looting in Shaanxi, Gansu and other places, as well as the impact on the Guangfu army after the incident came out, the final incident was suppressed, and Yu Zhucheng was demoted to the first-class military rank.

Or without this telegram, who knows the helplessness behind the cruelty of riding a division, killing his brother in exchange for the worry-freeness of his brother's family. Perhaps only those who have experienced it can experience it.

"Do not abandon, do not give up, this is my promise to every soldier!"

Chen Moran, who stood up, smiled bitterly.

"But I didn't do it. At least for these seriously injured people, I didn't do it. I tried my best to save their lives, but in the end, they couldn't fight, and it was worthless for the army. So... As Zhao Pengda said, he gave him more than 100 yuan and drove him home, not to kill them on the first division. , but..."

Chen Moran did not continue to speak. He paced back and forth, pondered for a while, and then turned around and ordered.

"Baili, I'm going to the East China Sea to participate in the naval exercise today. The staff has drawn up a constitution, that is, how the army should care for the seriously injured, uh-huh!"

"Legion, the dead are the most!"

Jiang Baili shook his head. Seeing that the rule seemed to be a little puzzled, he explained it.

"In power, it can be imagined that if the injury of the seriously injured is raised to equal to or similar to the death pension, it will definitely have a certain impact on the officers and soldiers. The soldiers may be grateful, but there may also be some people who can't understand. After all, the injured are at least alive, and the dead cannot be resurrected. While raising the injury, The increased death pension is not realistic at all. The original pension has been under heavy pressure for the restoration of the army. For example, in the northeast, at most, we paid more than 3 million pensions a day, which is enough to build a teacher.

Chen Moran, who understood Jiang Fangzhen's meaning, nodded.

"Well... Well, I'm not in a hurry to punish Zhao Pengda for the time being. I'll think about it first... Let's talk about it when I go back to Nanjing!"

Waving his hand, Jiang Fangzhen retreated, and when he went out, Chen Moran's mind still echoed repeatedly. Zhao Pengda's words, if there is still a way to live, who wants to die? Why do those seriously injured people shout "Long live the riding division" is because they are grateful to the riding division. Sending them a ride is not the so-called abandonment of the wounded, but a kind of non-abandonment. They love their brothers in their own way.

Who caused such a cruel "love"? It's just me!

is a system that is not reasonable, but reasonable, "caring" for the soldiers who fight for themselves.

I'm sorry for them!

He shook his head helplessly. Chen Moran had some bitterness in his eyebrows. Sometimes good intentions may not bear good results. It is not appropriate to increase the injury pension. Unless the death pension is increased at the same time, there must be people's opinions. When the injury order was formulated at the beginning, this aspect was taken into account. At first, the pension for the seriously injured was only a few. Ten yuan, let those wounded with no legs and feet hold dozens of yuan. How can they live a lifetime, dragging down their families and harming others?

Death has become the best choice. For those soldiers who have been sent a journey, it is not a relief and a blessing. Closing his eyes, Chen Moran remembered that when he came out of the ruling axe, on the way to the pier of Xiaguan, there were many beggars dragging with disabled bodies on the street. Among those beggars, there must be disabled and retired soldiers. For many disabled soldiers, they would rather choose to wander and beg outside. To make a living.

Thinking of those people, Chen Moran frowned, and his heart was full of unspeakable sadness. The dead gave their lives and received honors and certain benefits. What about those disabled soldiers? What did they get? It's just a begging bowl.

"It can't be like this!"

Thinking that the soldiers who pushed themselves to the throne step by step with blood finally fell into the streets as beggars, Chen Moran's face became extremely painful.

"What if we build an Invalides to house them?"

As soon as this idea came out, Chen Moran's eyes lit up.

"Yes! Just build an Invalides to house those disabled soldiers. The country can't afford to raise them. I'll support them! Yes, just do it like this. How many wounded can I afford it!"

A look suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the end of the Prussian octopus on his lips rose with this strange look.

(to be continued)