bookrandom Chapter 437 What are the soldiers looking at?
Chapter 437 What are the soldiers looking at?
It was a Sunday, the weather was sultry, the vegetation outside Myitkyina was lush and the cicadas were chirping, as if the entire suburbs had fallen into a lazy lethargy, as if the war had completely left this city north of Bago.
On the avenue outside the city, countless fully loaded trucks drove past one after another, carrying supplies from the White Eagle to aid the Republic of China, heading along the Stevenson Highway towards the northeastern border.
In the west of the city, in the camp of the 2nd Regiment of the Security Command Military Police, the atmosphere was particularly relaxed.
After all, it was a rest day, and the soldiers who were not on duty were hiding in the large wooden barracks to rest.
Rows of iron-frame bunk beds were densely packed together. The barracks had electricity, and the large ceiling fan above was blowing hard, bringing a hint of coolness.
Some of the soldiers took off their shirts and did push-ups and lifted dumbbells in the barracks, while others sat cross-legged on their beds, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans while reading magazines and comics, humming pop tunes they had recently heard on the radio.
"Hey, look at this, this big blonde girl, she's so tall and curvy when she stands up, hehe..."
A soldier grinned and handed a tattered "Whisper" magazine to his comrade next to him, flipping through it and gesturing with a boastful tone.
The magazine was wrinkled, with a piece missing from the corner and bits of paper falling off when the pages were turned. It was obvious that it had been passed around countless times.
In order to boost morale and provide spiritual comfort to the soldiers in the trenches, all countries involved in World War II printed a large number of magazines and periodicals and supplied them to the front lines.
The famous Playboy had not yet appeared at this time, and it would not appear until 53, when it became a necessity on the front lines during the Annan War.
At this time, the regular magazines published by the Pentagon were "Yank", "Stars and Stripes", etc., which usually printed some news, cartoons, or contributions from soldiers.
Yankee Weekly with Rita Hayworth on the cover
Of course, in order to alleviate the soldiers' hunger, there will also be illustrations of beautiful women, but it is obvious that compliant things cannot satisfy the soldiers' restless hearts.
As a result, various privately printed Liu Bei magazines came into being. These vulgar magazines such as "Titter", "Wink", "Whisper", etc. were particularly popular among frontline soldiers, and the content was naturally as stimulating as possible.
No matter how much the Pentagon prohibits it, it still persists.
In the Anmin Army, these "good stuff" from the White Eagle soldiers and instructors are even more popular.
"Hey, the Jin Ping Mei is more interesting. Yours is the stuff of the barbarians, it's just an eyesore."
A soldier with a thick northern accent nearby sneered and shook an illustrated hardcover book in his hand. The cover of the book was framed with a hand-painted picture of a little Pan Jinlian. The girl's poses were bold and the colors were bright. It was obviously made using the new color printing process and it was obvious that it was very expensive.
"Yours is too flowery, but mine is the real stuff!" Another soldier held up several black-and-white comics, including "The Adventures of Tintin", "Superman" and "Batman".
He patted the cover. "Look at this metropolis, these skyscrapers. Life is so good over there in the United States. Do you know what modern means?"
A few people further away were looking at a copy of the Yankee military magazine published by the Pentagon of the United States, and were commenting on the illustrations of blonde girls in swimsuits.
"I heard that the American military base in Hawaii publishes this every month. It's a regular military publication, and they say it's to 'enhance fighting spirit.'"
"Nonsense, 'Whisper' and 'Wink' are what really work! What do you know!" The soldier made a lewd expression.
"Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.
In this way, this group of young men in their late teens and early twenties gathered around several picture magazines with very different printing styles, borrowing, commenting on and boasting about them to each other as if they were exchanging letters, and they were in great interest.
Even though the air in the barracks was filled with the stench of sweat, it couldn't stop the cheerful atmosphere of the people.
There is nothing we can do about it.
Most of the soldiers in the gendarmerie are young people from ordinary families. Although the illiteracy rate has been significantly reduced due to night school literacy classes, most people can only recognize a few hundred commonly used Chinese characters.
Only a few people can understand the flowery hardcover annotated edition of "Jin Ping Mei". Naturally, they cannot understand this magazine full of foreign languages and can only rely on the pictures to "understand" it.
But the charm of pictures knows no borders. Who doesn’t like the slim-waisted, charming blonde foreign girl like Da Lei?
One corporal even secretly tore a page of illustrations from a magazine and put it in his underwear pocket.
He glanced around nervously, thinking, "Save this for when I'm on night duty next time."
After all, this magazine belongs to the collective. If his sneaky behavior is discovered, he will definitely be promoted by the veterans.
At this moment, a shrill emergency assembly whistle pierced the sky—
“—Woo—woo—woo—!!”
There was chaos in the dormitory. The soldiers were stunned for a second, then immediately reacted, jumped out of bed, got dressed, picked up their guns, and went out. The entire process was completed quickly and subconsciously, almost like a conditioned reflex.
Dust was flying on the playground. In less than five minutes, more than 800 officers and soldiers of the 2nd Military Police Regiment who remained in the base were fully armed and lined up.
Under the scorching sun, sweat had soaked their collars, but no one dared to complain.
In front, Major Wei Hezheng of the Military Police had a serious expression on his face. He scanned the square formation in front of him and said in a sonorous tone:
"At 11:34, the order was issued!
Immediately mobilize the entire regiment, surround the White Eagle garrison, and search for the three White Eagle soldiers suspected of severely injuring police officers and attempting to molest civilian women! During this period of operation, unauthorized use of firearms is prohibited. The operation will primarily focus on arrests. If resistance is encountered, force may be used as appropriate!
The team was in an uproar.
"To catch...White Eagle?"
"what happened?"
The convoy moved out quickly, with trucks driving out of the camp one after another, raising long clouds of dust.
Inside the carriage, a soldier from Guangxi whispered to his platoon leader:
"Platoon leader, what's going on? Aren't these White Eagle soldiers our allies? Why are they just attacking us?"
The platoon leader was an old soldier with scars on his face. He unscrewed the canteen, took a sip, and snorted coldly:
"Allies? Allies can tease ordinary people on the street? This morning, those three damn White Eagle soldiers got drunk and saw our female workers on the street in front of the First Textile Factory in the East District. They actually tried to touch them in the street."
"Luckily, they were stopped by a patrol officer. Those three bastards, relying on their size and strength, attacked the two brothers, leaving them with black eyes and swollen faces. Then they ran away and hid in their base."
The soldiers were all angry after hearing this.
"These white people are too bullying!"
"I've been fed up with them for a long time. They're all so arrogant that they don't even bother looking at us. They spend their days drinking and partying in bars..."
"I heard the food in their transport battalion is even better than ours, several times better!"
Public opinion was one-sided, the atmosphere quickly heated up, and the military police in the back of the truck were howling and even rolling up their sleeves, eager to rush in immediately and teach these bastards a lesson.