This ti, when the boss said he was distributing money, no one doubted Song Heping's capability, only whether Song Heping was truly that generous.
One must know, these militian have always been accustod to poverty.
The Abu You Brigade was okay before, backed by the autonomous governnt of Elbil and the Kurdish Ard Alliance. They weren't short of military funds, but not much reached the soldiers' hands.
However, Samir's "Liberation Forces" were a completely different story.
They were a spontaneous militia organization. Although the Illigo Governnt considered them not anti-governnt but anti-extremism, they never received a penny in military pay.
When the "Liberation Forces" was first established with only about a hundred people, it was Samir himself who used the money he earned during his two years beside Song Heping to pay them.
Later, as the team grew, they received support from so strongly nationalistic tribes, which provided so money and allowed them to make so small business on their own turf for military funds.
But after 1515 rose, Samir's days got worse year by year; with his territory gone and unable to win battles, he was driven around the Northwest Illinois like a stray dog, living with increasingly tight resources, not to ntion distributing rations. Even getting enough to eat was an achievent.
Since Song Heping returned to Illigo early last year, Samir chose to follow him again. Not only did he receive Persia's support, but he also established his own camp on the Persian Plateau, and life began to flourish.
Now, directly talking about distributing money, who wouldn't get excited and feel their hair stand on end with anticipation?
US dollars!
Those colorful US dollars!
Thousands of eyes focused on Song Heping, the militian stretching their necks just waiting for Song Heping to speak, to see if it was just so motivational talk or actual money distribution.
Standing on a pile of bricks, Song Heping had no speech prepared, only holding a simple loudspeaker.
His gaze swept over the dense crowd below, like an eagle surveying its territory.
"Brothers!"
His voice, through the loudspeaker, was clear across the entire site:
"Let's cut to the chase! The Aricans asked us to help them take down those lunatics in Hulmatu! They paid us, a lot of money! Three hundred million! Three hundred million US dollars, in cash!"
He paused, raised three fingers, and waved them before countless pairs of eyes glimring in the firelight below.
"I know, soldiers deserve to eat! Following , Song Heping, I can't promise to make everyone rich, but I assure you, I won't drink the soldiers' blood or take advantage of them. If I have a bowl of at, I'll make sure you all get more than just the broth!"
With a sharp gesture, he continued, "Now, as war looms! I've spoken with your leaders Samir and Abu You, putting aside two hundred million as bonuses for this 'Furnace' mission, to reward those courageous in battle, of course, those are for after the fight, but today's money—"
He turned and pointed to the drones and boxes behind him.
"This is for everyone to take as pocket money, and after the war, the big rewards will be handed to you! But rember, soldiers earning their pay is justified, doing their job for the money is also justified. In the upcoming Hulmatu and Titrick battles, if anyone is scared and hides like a turtle, hesitating to move forward, then don't bla , Song Heping, for enforcing battlefield discipline!"
As he spoke, he made a gun gesture with his hand, pressing it to his temple, mimicking the pulling of a trigger.
The implication was crystal clear—
If he's scared to die, then let him die!
As soon as Song Heping finished speaking, before the soldiers could react to this enormous information, a sudden dense "buzzing" sound arose from the sky!
Dozens of specially modified, multi-rotor drones ordered from Dongdahuaqiangbei ascended slowly like a gigantic chanical swarm, their red indicator lights shimring as they rose from various directions!
Below each drone hung a net bag, packed with bundles of dark green hundred-dollar bills!
The soldiers stared upwards, shocked and speechless at this unprecedented and unimaginable spectacle, their minds blank.
No one had ever seen such a scene!
It was insane…
Only one thought flashed through each person's mind…
Then, with a gesture from Song Heping, those drones hovered over the crowd, paused, and then—the live buckles at the bottom of the nets were remotely opened!
Instantly, it was as if the sky was raining a green storm, woven of wealth!
Bundles and wads of hundred-dollar bills fell like leaves blown off by the wind, like manna from Heaven, cascading down!
They spread out in the air, rolling, fluttering, reflecting the most alluring glint in the bonfire's glow!
"Money!! It's US dollars!!"
"It's raining money from the sky!!"
"Thank Allah! Long live Boss Song! Long live!!"
After a brief mont of extre silence, what followed was sheer madness!
All discipline, all formations, crumbled instantly!
The soldiers cheered wildly, scread, and frantically rushed for the falling US dollars!
They leaped, fought, held the money high, and howled like beasts!
So were knocked to the ground but imdiately scrambled back up to join the rush; others clutched thick bundles, kissing the bills fervently; even more, grabbed what they could while shouting towards the podium with all their might, expressing their zeal and loyalty!
The entire open ground transford into a bubbling, primal sea of rapture and fervor!
The rain of US dollars continued to fall, and the revelry persisted!
At this mont, any enemy, any 1515, were tossed far behind, out of mind!
All they saw were the bills dancing everywhere in the sky, and their hearts held a single thought—for such a generous boss, they would willingly charge into fire and water without hesitation!
Song Heping stood coolly on the stage, observing the madness and chaos below.
His goal was achieved.
The US dollars weren't just bonuses, but the strongest stimulant, instantly pushing the morale and combat power of this team to the peak before the campaign!
Of course, he also knew that this tactic was ant to excite the core units in Daguge, creating a sensation.
For the scattered troops at other frontline outposts who could not attend, he had long instructed Samir and Abu You to imdiately dispatch people after the eting to safely deliver their share of the bonuses for distribution.
Balancing rewards and punishnts was the key to leadership.
The revelry lasted nearly half an hour, until all the cash had been thrown out and grabbed.
While the soldiers were sowhat reluctant, their spirits were thoroughly ignited, and every face bore the marks of intense excitent and eager battle intent.
Song Heping picked up the loudspeaker, his voice rising again, overshadowing the gradually calming clamor:
"Did you get the money?!"
"Got it!!"
The response was like mountains roaring and seas roaring.
"Do you want to take Hulmatu and get even more money?!"
"Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!"
"Then pick up your guns and follow my lead!"
Song He
Sounds like a draw
As the battle begins, it will end with iron and blood.
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