"Tuanzuo, is there really such a bridge in the place you mentioned?"
Long Wenwen, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the jeep, asked in surprise. At this time, he was driving to the Zhendong camp with Liao Mingyu.
"Nonsense, I accidentally discovered it when Fanla and I went out two days ago. Speaking of this kid...did you notice that there was something wrong with him today." Liao Mingyu, who was driving, suddenly asked.
"What's wrong?" Long Wenwen asked suspiciously.
"I just feel that his mood is a little strange. Maybe I'm overthinking it." Liao Mingyu said casually.
"Emotions? Then I should know. Didn't there be a letter from the regiment today? He seems to have received one too." Long Wenwen touched his chin and thought.
"Last time, that kid said that his parents thought he died in the war and no one would miss him. I was so excited when I received the letter. It's been like a war for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold."
Liao Mingyu raised his eyebrows, so that was what happened. Meng Fanglia must have received the letter from his father, and his parents are currently in Heshun Town on the other side of the river.
Liao Mingyu frowned, no wonder something was wrong with this kid today.
You must know that in the original time and space, Meng Fan finally deserted because of this letter. He wanted to sneak to the West Bank alone to reunite with his parents, but he was caught by Yu Division's patrol on the way.
He was tied to a wooden stake by Yu Division soldiers and was not given food or drink, so that everyone in the division could watch his fate as a deserter to show his imitation.
He was hung on the stake for three days and three nights. If Long Wenwen hadn't rescued him in the end, he would have died of thirst and sunburn just like those little Japs at the British airport.
The grandson should not have decided yet whether to go to the other side of the river. It seems that he will have a good talk with Meng Fan when he returns this time. Liao Mingyu thought in his heart...
Meng Fan was walking alone on the streets of Zenda, but the bright sunshine above his head could not warm his cold heart. Touching the letter from home in his trouser pocket, he was already confused.
He turned into a small alley and took out the letter silently when no one was around.
Shudderingly, I opened the envelope, and what I saw was the extremely familiar handwriting and my father's usual tone of voice.
Reading this already-crushed letter home over and over again, Meng Fanle's face was already filled with tears.
"Woo...Woo"
His body leaning against the corner slid down weakly, and finally he collapsed on the ground and cried bitterly. He was afraid of being heard, so he gritted his teeth and did not dare to make too much noise. There was only silent swallowing in the alley.
Caressing this yellow page. He knows... he is still a stray dog with a family, his parents are close at hand but he cannot get together with them...
Meng Fanle's hometown was in Peiping. In 1937, he joined the army, while his parents moved the family to the south to avoid the war.
It was the last letter he sent home before going to Myanmar, and it was actually his suicide note. The last sentence in the letter said yes resolutely: The war is imminent, and the victory is inevitable!
Since that time, Meng Fanxiao has never sent a letter to his family again. He also understands that in this war-torn era, it is unknown where his parents are now, or even whether they are still alive...
The rout of the expeditionary force spread wildly throughout the country, and Meng Fanle's parents also received the news and a suicide note from their son. However, the old couple still traveled thousands of miles to find their son in western Yunnan, but ended up living in Heshun Town.
Maybe Meng Fangliao's father was trying to escape the war, but he still came here with some hope to see if he could find his son.
A letter from home made him feel extremely homesick for his family, but what could he do in the face of his captain and his brothers? How could he have the shame to say such a thing to his high-spirited man.
There are little devils over there on the West Bank. Could it be that I left the army alone to find my parents? No, he can't. How could the leader do such an animal thing if he had so much trust in him?
Meng Fan was confused again. He was very confused now and really didn't know where to go.
…
Liao Mingyu quickly arrived at the Zhendong camp in his jeep. This area is very lively now. Long convoys are lined up on the road, and countless equipment and supplies are piled up. The soldiers passing by stop to watch.
Mi Long and Zhao Gongming were still smoking and making trouble. When the group leader arrived, they immediately stepped forward to greet them.
"Haha, thank you for your hard work, Brother Zhao." As soon as he got off the car, Liao Mingyu greeted the fat figure.
"Everywhere, this is what it should be." Zhao Gongming said with a smile.
"What's wrong? Your face is..." His face clearly showed signs of being beaten, and Liao Mingyu was too embarrassed to continue.
Zhao Gongming's fat face had a swollen side, an obvious black mark around his left eye, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, giving him a miserable look.
"Hey, Brother Liao, don't mention it. I got this beating just because of you."
Speaking of this, Zhao Gongming shook his head and sighed before slowly telling the reason for the incident.
It turned out that because the guns and ammunition exchanged by Liao Mingyu this time were too large, the system arranged all the materials in place. The Kunming Transportation Station where Zhao Gongming is located also spent a lot of time in preparation.
The transportation vehicles alone were not enough. Fortunately, Liao Mingyu exchanged 10 more 968 trucks later, which made Zhao Gongming's transportation team heave a sigh of relief.
But it was the delay in time that caused unnecessary trouble. Suddenly a large amount of supplies are delivered to the transportation station from the rear, which will definitely alarm some people with ulterior motives.
Then again, who wouldn’t be jealous to see these weapons changed? So there was a group of people eyeing their supplies.
"The temporary commander of the 26th Division is nothing. He came here with the authority of Commander He of the Eighth Army and wanted to rob him! Is there any more kingly law? Is there still a rule of law?"
Zhao Gongming recounted the scene with great joy: "Then I definitely can't agree, but that bastard was unreasonable because of his high position. I was beaten up by his soldiers when I tried to stop him."
Liao Mingyu squinted his eyes and didn't speak, but there was a huge anger in his heart. If he dared to hit me, the relationship was finally settled.
In western Yunnan, where the emperor is far away, there is really no way to avoid this kind of robbery of military supplies. Some second-rate troops will use these crooked ideas if they don't get the fastest reinforcements.
Of course, the most important thing is that you have to have a good relationship, otherwise you will only cause trouble. This batch of equipment looks like beautiful weapons at first glance, and the superiors will only give priority to the elite troops of the direct line, but obviously the so-called 26th Division does not care about this, and they even have greater reliance.
"What happened next? Captain Zhao must not have gone as he wished." Long Wenwen asked with a smile. If the equipment was really robbed, it would not have happened like this.
"That's for sure. I'll report it to Director Tang from our transportation station later. Guess what happened?"
Zhao Gongming slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "Not long after, the call from the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs came over. The grandson was so scared that he had to apologize to me. He couldn't say enough good things, haha... hiss... ah, it hurts. "
Zhao Gongming's laughter touched the wound at the corner of his mouth, causing him to scream in pain.
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