The 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army, the Quilt Factory of the Logistics Department.
Factory Director Li Yunlong seems to be living a relaxed and comfortable life these days, but deep down he feels aggrieved.
Having lived a life full of bullets and bullets, and suddenly being transferred to a clothing factory where you can't see Japanese soldiers or machine guns, and can't hear cannons or gunshots, it's like an old cat that's used to eating canned fish. It's been smelling for a month or two. No more fishy smell, just as uncomfortable as it feels.
But you still have to pretend on the surface.
Every time Zhang Wanhe, a fellow from the Dabie Mountains and the head of the Logistics Department, came to chat and asked when Lao Li would be transferred back to the main force as a regiment leader, Li Yunlong would always say with a sullen face and an arrogant look on his face:
"I won't go. I won't go back even if I say Potian. I will stay in your quilt factory to retire!"
"Fuck you! If I keep you in my quilt factory, I might as well kill you."
Zhang Wanhe laughed endlessly with contempt on his face.
Pretend, keep pretending, see how long you, Mr. Li, can keep pretending.
This morning, Li Yunlong, who was wearing a shabby military uniform, was carrying his old hands on his back as usual, humming a leisurely tune, pretending to be pacing around the quilt factory, inspecting it.
Xiao Liu at the door suddenly stuck his head out and shouted, "Director, Commander Kong Jie is here to see you."
"Is Kong Er stupid here?"
Li Yunlong was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but feel happy. He hadn't heard any gunshots for a long time, and he didn't know what the situation was like on the front line. There was no way to get news, so he took advantage of Kong Jie's arrival to ask questions.
"Haha, Lao Kong, I miss you so much."
Before I saw him, I heard his voice first. Li Yunlong's loud voice came from the factory.
The guard Wei Monk who followed Kong Jie was a little startled and thought to himself, the one with the loud voice should be Captain Li Yunlong, right? This temperament is indeed not like ordinary people.
Kong Jie laughed and responded, "Director Li, I'm here to see you. You are living your life so freely!"
After the voice fell, the two met, old comrades gathered together, first gave a bear hug, and then exchanged greetings.
"Old Kong, you are not very interesting. When you were in the Fourth Front Army, you were still a new recruit. I have been a veteran for almost a year. I was assigned to the same squad, and I was also your squad leader."
"How long has it been since this happened? Can't you take some time to come over and see the old squad leader?"
Lao Li spoke with a very rich expression.
Kong Jie conveniently threw a pack of Japanese cigarettes seized in his pocket to Li Yunlong, and said happily: "Old Li, I haven't seen you in the past few days, why do you seem like a resentful woman full of complaints?"
"There's a war going on at the front. I'm so busy killing little Japs every day, how can I have the time to come here to chat and slap you?"
"Besides, a good man doesn't mention his bravery, but you have the nerve to mention it. You were the squad leader when I was a recruit. Later, we became the regimental commanders one after another."
"What's the result? As the leader of the regiment, I thought it was smooth sailing all the way. It's good for you, you are a cook and a groom, and now you have gone to become the director of a quilt factory."
"Now that you are the director of a quilt factory, you should do your job well and don't keep messing around on the front lines with your blinding eyes."
"Whenever you violate discipline again, you may not even be the factory director. If you are sent to pick cotton, you will have no place to cry."
Li Yunlong: "..."
Kong Jie was dissatisfied, "What are you looking at? I said, Lao Li, I have been killing Japanese soldiers on the front line these days, and my mouth is dry. I finally came to sit here with you, and you can't give me a glass of water to moisten it." ?”
"..."
"You successfully hit Li Yunlong, your personal charm +1."
Ha ha ha ha--
Kong Jie laughed and almost forgot about this. Since he met Lao Li, he naturally had to brush up his attribute values.
To deal with Lao Li, you must not be weak in your rhetoric.
You still have to have the skills to fight with the Confucian scholars.
Li Yunlong couldn't help but cursed: "Is it possible that you, kid, are just using your mouth to kill the Japanese?"
The monk on the side tried his best to hold back his laughter, secretly saying that his leader was very powerful.
Li Yunlong seemed to have just remembered that Kong Er was no longer as easy to bully as before, so he wisely changed the subject and focused his attention on Monk Wei who was standing aside.
"Lao Kong, who is this little brother? He looks a little unfamiliar to me."
Kong Jie smiled and said: "Wei Dayong, nicknamed Monk, how is my newly appointed guard, take a good look, Old Li, I am not afraid to tell you, my guard is very skilled in martial arts, ten Li Yunlongs tied together can also It may not be his opponent.”
"If this were on a hand-to-hand battlefield, one monk could stand up to a platoon of Japs!"
The monk on the side couldn't help but giggle. In front of him was Li Yunlong, whom he admired, so he didn't show his original arrogance.
As for Captain Li Yunlong, it is indeed as Captain Kong said. At a glance, his characteristics are really obvious. His head is big enough and very eye-catching.
Li Yunlong was originally a martial artist. Hearing that the monk was highly skilled in martial arts, he was naturally delighted. He walked in in a few steps, walked around the monk, tilted his body, and said with squinting eyes:
"This guy is so skilled in martial arts that he can stand up to a platoon of Japanese soldiers by himself? Is it true or not? He's so ridiculous, and I don't think he's that good at all! Lao Kong, I think you've probably made a mistake this time."
The monk is a proud and arrogant person. Hearing what Li Yunlong said, he was a little dissatisfied.
Kong Jiele, who was afraid that the world would be in chaos, said: "Hey, Lao Li, how about we make a bet? I won't say much, as long as you can hold on to 20 moves in the hands of the monk, even if I lose, no matter it's a crooked target or a Czech style , it’s your choice.”
"But if you lose, I will give you 200 sets of military uniforms and put them on when you leave later."
Li Yunlong: "Last time, you bought 300 sets of military uniforms from me! Do you dare to believe that you, Lao Kong, have learned how to do nothing?"
Kong Jie said: "Don't talk so much. Are you afraid of saying that? I think you, Lao Li, have been practicing martial arts since childhood. You also said that you know a little about South Boxing and North Legs, and are proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts. Is it true? Is it all bragging?”
The provoking method works very well.
Li Yunlong immediately widened his eyes and said, "Okay, Kong Er, I made a bet with you, but I still don't believe in this evil."
With that said, Li Yunlong opened his posture and waved to the monk, "Boy, I won't bully you. I'll give you two moves first."
Kong Jie: "..."
He turned around and ordered: "Monk, after all, he is also an old comrade. Please be gentler and save some face for Commander Li."
"Hey!" the monk responded.
Kong Jie coughed twice and turned his head away. The next scene might be too horrible to watch, so he had better not watch it.
There was a sound behind him, and in the blink of an eye, someone fell miserably, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Kong Jie turned around and saw Li Yunlong falling two meters away.
"Damn it, what are you doing? Why are you serious about exchanging ideas? Why don't you just give in to Captain Li?"
Kong Jie seemed to be cursing, and he quickly came over to help Lao Li, but secretly gave the monk a thumbs up, making the monk couldn't help but laugh.
The camaraderie between these two regiment leaders is really interesting.
Li Yunlong finally got up from the ground. When he looked at the monk again, his old face couldn't help but tremble.
Damn it, our old Li’s reputation has all been lost on this dog’s shit.
Fortunately, the old comrade was warm-hearted and quickly asked if he had fallen after the inspection.
"Well, Lao Li, I think you probably fell a lot when you were like this. Don't help me when you put on the military uniform later. The monk and I will do it."
"Hey!" the monk responded.
Li Yunlong: "..."
"...The host's personal charm value +1."
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