Lin Yue glanced at him, walked to the chair behind the desk and sat down.
"On the other side of the river, in Heshun Town, there was a security chief from Peking named Meng. He had a Yuanxiang Study Room in his yard. I heard someone mention that he also had a Yuanxiang Study Room in his hometown in Peiping. One day I went to visit Meng. The security guard wanted to inquire about the movements of the Japanese, and we started chatting later. He said that he had a son who was a soldier, his surname was Meng, his name was annoying, and he didn’t know where he was now, and he also had the letter sent home. , I don’t know if I can receive it.”
Meng Fangla stared at him: "Sir, you knew my parents were on the other side, why didn't you tell me?"
"I told you what you would do? Jump into the Nu River and swim across like a turtle?"
Meng Fan said: "You are so capable, why don't you pick them up?"
"Your father has done a good job as the chief security officer. He has a big house to live in, food to eat, books to read, and flowers to grow. Why do you come here? Do you suffer with me?"
Meng was annoyed and speechless.
Putting aside the fact that he was on the east coast, comparing his parents' life in Heshun Town and Zenda, it was indeed better there.
"Then we can't let him work as a security guard for the Japanese."
Lin Yue said: "If he really helped the Japanese do bad things, the guerrillas would have kidnapped him long ago. Will they wait for you to cross the river to rescue people?"
"So, you arranged those people early in the morning?"
"I just ask them to pay attention to your parents' situation and help if conditions permit."
"You are really good at it. You can figure out everything. You can even predict my desertion. The young master is so impressed."
Lin Yue said: "You know, you are a bit confused, but you still have a sense of filial piety."
Meng Fanglai glared at him: "My Lord, you are not afraid of hanging out with those people..."
Lin Yue put his legs on the table: "As long as you are sincere about fighting the Japanese, you can make friends."
"Hey." Meng Fan got up and walked outside: "How many of our group are smarter than you, Lin? You are not afraid, so what do we have to worry about?"
"Well, the goose is gone too, you can go to sleep." Vet Hao stood up and left.
"Wait." Lin Yue took out two oil paper bags from his coat and stuffed them into the old man: "I brought these back from the county magistrate. You can eat them hot when you are hungry."
Veterinarian Hao opened it and took a look. There was half a roast chicken in an oil paper bag, and a pork knuckle stewed until pulpy in another oil paper bag.
"I know." He didn't refuse, put it in his bag and left.
Lin Yue walked to the folding bed and lay down, calling up the system menu.
Just after Zhong Bin arrived at the Jiqipo position, [Side mission: Make Yu Xiaoqing crazy] was successfully completed.
Now the mission has entered the third and final stage - defeating Yu Xiaoqing (psychological level).
It was a psychological defeat, not a martial arts defeat.
Lin Yue held his chin and thought for a while.
What is Yu Xiaoqing's life goal?
To become a hero like Yue Pengju means that he must recognize the fact that he is a mediocre person.
Looks like I'm going to have to suffer a lot.
…
Since Lin Yue came back, no one from the main force group has been to the open space behind Jiqi Slope. They all know that Yu Xiaoqing almost masturbated to the army commander. Even He Shuguang and Zhang Lixian's gang of lapdogs have stopped and they don't dare to find the cannon fodder. trouble.
Long Wenwen had money in his hands and started to sip again. This time he no longer had to give silk stockings or soap to the quartermaster's wife, but instead handed cigarettes and candy to the soldiers. Occasionally, he would take a sip from a bottle of Coke and ask them what they knew. What is this?
A happy time for Americans, unique to the Sichuan Army.
Yes, he started poaching Yu Xiaoqing again.
In the past, he tightened his belt to look wealthy, but now he is a local rich man who got rich overnight.
What treatment does the military give to the Sichuan Army?
Independent group!
Food, military pay, weapons and ammunition, etc. are all standard for independent regiments. However, the Sichuan regiment has only a few people in total, less than 900. To put it bluntly, they starved to death in the first few months, but Colonel Lin died of starvation after he came back.
It’s late autumn again.
This year's harvest is good, and there are more smiles on the faces of the people of Zenda. Although Japanese planes still occasionally come to bomb, the gaps are getting longer and longer, and the amount of bombs dropped is getting smaller and smaller. On the other hand, our own army has continued to receive combat supplies from the United States. After being transported to the front line, anyone with an online IQ knows that the situation of the little Japanese is not as good as one day at a time, and there is basically no possibility of fighting across the river.
On this day, Lin Yue got up early and took Kang Ya to the military headquarters. At noon, someone from the division asked Long Wenwen to come over. When Meng Fangliao and Milong came back from Zenda, they saw the empty space in front of the wooden house. There was a military jeep with the Stars and Stripes hanging on the ground. There was a tent not far from the jeep, and a foreigner with a big nose, blue eyes and a bunch of chest hair was moving things inside.
There was also a bald man with a big beard sitting on a folding chair, writing and drawing in his diary with a Parker pen, completely ignoring that his colleagues were sweating profusely and most of the things in the trunk were still untouched.
Mi Long ran to Bu La and others to inquire about the origins of the foreigners. Meng Fan went to Long Wen Zhang's room and learned what happened from his mouth.
After the first lady returned from her visit to the United States, the United States not only sent weapons and equipment, but also sent a group of American soldiers to help the Chinese army fight against the Japanese invaders. These two people were the liaison officers and armorers selected by Lin Yue for them.
Long Wenwen said that when he went to the division headquarters to pick up people, Zhang Lixian and Yu Zhi's group looked at them strangely. He only found out the reason after returning to Jiqipo.
The foreigner's temper was so bad that he even gave up his room. The two of them were unmoved and just set up a tent in front of them, as if they were not in conflict with each other.
Meng Fanxiao laughed at him for taking himself too seriously. After fighting in Myanmar for so long, he still didn't understand? The foreigner uncle came here just for money. He never thought about getting together with a group of cannon fodder. For things like winning over foreigners, it would be better to wait until Lin Yue comes back to deal with it.
Long Wenwen quit and forced Meng Fangli to mingle with foreigners. In his words, you can't rely on Colonel Lin for everything. Isn't there a master who can speak English here? If you don't show off your knowledge, If exposed to the sun, it will become moldy.
When the two of them were hurting each other, a fight broke out outside.
Mi Long, Bean Cake, Bu La, Kang Ya, Ni Dan... A group of people surrounded the armorer Alger Collins. It wasn't until A Yi fired a shot into the air that he frightened the group who couldn't tell the difference between "let's go" and "mangy dog". "Guy.
Meng Fan was helpless and even more ashamed because the first word his international friends learned when they came to the cannon fodder regiment was "mangy dog".
Lin Yue didn't come back that night, either because he was tripped up by something or because Zhong Bin specially left him to spend the night at the military headquarters.
In one night, Alger Collins, a cheerful guy, became familiar with the cannon fodder. Meng was annoyed by this armorer who had never been on the battlefield, and did not want to kill anyone. He just wanted to laugh and laugh through World War II. A nickname, "Mr. National Assistance".
Alger Collins liked this group of Chinese friends he had just met. Unfortunately, his boss Arthur McLuhan didn't like them because the cannon fodder's attitude towards weapons was too cavalier and they didn't respect themselves enough. He couldn't stand this group of Chinese friends. The slovenliness, rudeness and laxity of the savages.
The cannon fodder were dumbfounded and watched as they loaded the things they unloaded yesterday into the car one by one and prepared to leave Jiqipo.
While Arthur McLuhan was sitting in the car waiting for his soldiers with a sullen face, Kang Ya drove a jeep from the Wanglan Mountain position to Jiqi Slope and parked in front of the American jeep.
Lin Yue jumped out of the car, glanced at the old and new cannon fodder who were staring blankly here, and walked towards Arthur McLuhan.
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