"Sir, I heard that you are Yu Tuanzuo's right-hand man, a close confidant among Yu Tuanzuo's confidants, and deeply trusted by Yu Tuanzuo." Taking advantage of the break, Zhang Lixian was sorting out the information of the defeated soldiers. Wang Zhong

He pulled He Shuguang aside and pulled him close.

"If you have something to talk about, I don't have the time to talk nonsense with you!" He Shuguang frowned, looking impatient, and holding a submachine gun in his hand.

Wang Zhong took out two small yellow croakers from his arms with a smile on his face and quietly put them into He Shuguang's hand.

He Shuguang raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise on his face. He quickly grabbed the little yellow croaker tightly in his hand and turned his head to look around, for fear of being seen.

Since Wang Zhong dared to drag him here, he had naturally observed the situation long ago. Their position was just right to avoid everyone's eyes.

He Shuguang stuffed two small yellow croakers into his arms, coughed twice, and said seriously: "Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

Wang Chong said with a smile: "It's nothing. I have been a soldier for so many years, but I am still a small second lieutenant platoon leader. I have not been able to honor our ancestors. I have no words to face my ancestors. I simply met the officer. I don't know what the officer is."

Can you give me a hand just because we feel like old friends at first sight? Say a few kind words in front of Yu Tuanzuo, so that I can enjoy the pleasure of being an officer."

"Ahem!" He Shuguang raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed a few more times to cover up his inner panic: "The regiment has always been a talent-based person. If your marksmanship is so good, the regiment will definitely promote you."

"As the saying goes, is it easy for someone in the court to be an official? If the official can say a few nice words for me in front of Yu Tuanzuo, wouldn't this matter be more secure?"

"It's not a problem to say a nice word to you!" Wang Zhong's marksmanship is already outstanding. For this reason, He Shuguang doesn't mind saying a nice word to him in front of Yu Tuanzuo. His two little yellow croakers will also receive the same.

Peace of mind.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"Okay! Return to the team!"

He Shuguang and Zhang Lixian left in a hurry, carrying a roster filled with their information.

The life in the shelter has returned to the past. The defeated soldiers have nothing to do all day long, catching lice and basking in the sun, looking lazy and comfortable.

At Xiaozui's house, Wang Zhong put the old hens and chicks he had just bought into the chicken coop he had just made. The narrator dug out soil and stones from the house and built them into two towers higher than the ground.

A small flower bed over one foot long, but the flowers in the flower bed are not flowers, but seasonal vegetables.

In addition to growing vegetables and raising chickens, there are also many shelves in the courtyard with dustpans on them to dry the herbs Wang Zhong picked from the narrator's mountain.

"Brother, I'm ready!" Xiao Zui came out of the house, wearing coarse linen clothes, cloth shoes and leggings, with a bamboo hat on his head and a bamboo basket on his back.

"Let's go!" Wang Zhong threw the remaining rice grains in his hand to the chickens in the cage, clapped his hands, stood up, put the knife on his waist, carried the spear on his back, and called to Xiao Zui who took the medicine hoe placed in the corner.

, went out together.

After buying the gun that day, in addition to practicing the gun, Wang Zhong also began to teach Xiao Zui how to identify medicinal materials and learn nursing and medical skills.

However, Xiaozui is not very educated, so her learning speed is naturally not much faster. Wang Zhong has only taught her some methods of identifying medicinal materials, dealing with trauma, and common fevers and colds.

Over the past few days, although the progress is not fast, I have learned a lot about the medicinal materials, and I have also memorized some methods of preparing the medicinal materials.

The medicinal materials now being dried in the courtyard were basically prepared by Wang Zhong and Xiaozui himself.

There are still several years left to fight this war, and now the army is also short of doctors and medicines. Xiaozui learns some basic skills in medicine, which will be useful in the future.

On this day, Wang Zhong just came back from Xiaozui's house and saw everyone gathered around him. Chief Ayi was standing in the courtyard with a troubled look on his face.

Fanla hurriedly ran out, and the veterinarian also got up and went into the house. Milong was still lying on his hammock as usual, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand, leisurely and comfortable.

"You won't let me get pork alone, will you?" Ayi's voice spread throughout the yard, but unfortunately no one paid attention.

"What kind of pork are you getting?" Wang Zhong crossed the courtyard gate, "Just now, they all ran out in a hurry, saying they were getting cabbage? What are you planning to do?"

"Wang Zhong, it's great that you're here. Aren't we going to Myanmar soon? We are all brothers living in the same barracks. I thought before we go, let's make a meal of pork stewed with vermicelli together.

Eat to strengthen the morale of our brothers."

Hearing Ayi, Ayi turned around and saw Wang Zhong who had just entered the door. He immediately grabbed Wang Zhong like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw and explained quickly.

"This is a good thing!" Wang Zhong said: "Brothers, it's been a long time since we saw the Oil Star. It would be good to get some meat to eat and boost morale."

"But this pork is hard to handle!" Ayi frowned and said with an embarrassed look on his face, looking at Wang Zhong with a hint of helplessness and pleading.

Although Ayi has never been on the battlefield, he is a top student from the military academy and has the highest military rank in the detention center.

He was a major, but now he was asking Wang Zhong, a small second lieutenant, to be the platoon leader. But Ah Yi had already let the word out, so how could he break his trust with others.

Everyone on the left and right was saving face, and since Wang Zhong was defeated again, Ah Yi had no choice but to lower his face and come to Wang Zhong.

"My cooking skills are quite good. I have cooked pork stew with vermicelli many times, so I have some experience." Wang Zhong, however, looked around and talked to him, as if he didn't hear what A Yi said at all.

Ayi's face couldn't help but look a little more ugly. His face was full of tangles. He wanted to speak to Wang Zhong again, but he didn't know what to say.

What he couldn't let go of even more was the fact that he was born in a military academy and was the only major in the detention center.

Wang Zhong looked at Ah Yi and said: "Sir Ah Yi, there is no free lunch in this world. If you want to boost morale and win people's hearts, you have to pay the price."

Ayi's expression froze and he was stunned. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to Wang Zhong's words.

Wang Zhong smiled and walked towards the enthralled dragon. He waved his hand and said, "Sir Ayi, you can't make pork stewed with vermicelli without soy sauce. I'm responsible for providing the soy sauce."

Ayi's expression changed again and again, and he raised his hand again and again. What Wang Zhong said just now kept echoing in his ears, but in the end he still couldn't speak to stop Wang Zhong.

Just when A Yi was confused and at a loss, Wang Zhong had already come to Mi Long: "Are you really not going to go to Myanmar with us?"

"I'm not going!" Mi Long opened his eyes, glanced at Wang Zhong, his eyes flickered a few times, "Why go to Myanmar? We can't understand it at home, but we can understand it in Myanmar?"

"Yu Xiaoqing died just to deceive you and make you become cannon fodder!"

Mi Long said a lot of words in one breath, whether to comfort himself or to persuade Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong blew the dust on the stone steps under the eaves and sat down: "You are right, Yu Xiaoqing is very capable, but he is too high-born, has too little experience, and takes things for granted. This time when I go to Myanmar,

Looking at the huge momentum, the three countries jointly sent troops to defend the enemy outside the borders, and the slogans were shouted loudly, but the result may not be what those officials sitting in the office and looking at the sand table thought."

Hearing what Wang Zhong said, Mi Long suddenly became angry, turned to look at him, and asked in shock and confusion: "Then you are still so active?"

Wang Zhong's expression suddenly became serious, and he said quite seriously: "Someone has to do these things, even if it's not you and me, it will be someone else."

"Instead of watching these people lose their lives in Myanmar, it is better for us to go there ourselves. Maybe we can kill a few more Japanese and save a few lives in that miserable place in Myanmar."

Mi Long thought of Wang Zhong's beautiful marksmanship when he registered that day, and in his heart, he subconsciously believed Wang Zhong's words.

"In a few days, all of us who signed up will have to leave. By then, there won't be many people left in this shelter. I'm afraid no one will patronize your business!"

"Instead of staying here and guarding your shop, why not go to Burma with us? At least we have a dozen or so acquaintances. Even if we all lose our lives over there in Burma, we can be buried together as companions!"

"

Although Mi Long refused to give in, he was actually shaken in his heart. The reason why he became more and more venomous just showed that he was actually eager to go to Burma with the defeated soldiers and wanted to win a victory.

From the Northeast to Chanda, from 37 years to now, Milong has been defeated all the way, defeated and fled all the way. Even Milong himself has been defeated so many times that he can't count.

The four eastern provinces have all fallen, their families are gone, and the country will no longer be restored.

Mi Long looked at Wang Zhong seriously for a long time, but didn't say a word, just looked at him intently.

Wang Zhong didn't expect to convince Mi Long with just a few words. Human nature has always been like this, stubborn and self-centered. Unless Mi Long wanted to understand it himself, otherwise, no matter how much Wang Zhong said, it would be useless.

In the courtyard, Ayi listened to Wang Zhong's words, and his originally ugly and troubled face gradually became more solemn and his expression became more solemn.

Ayi raised his head and looked at the blue sky. The white clouds in the sky seemed to outline countless scenes in his hometown and at his father's knees.

He raised his hand and looked at the watch that his father left for him. It was also the only thing his father left for Ayi. Wang Zhong's words kept echoing in Ayi's mind.

Taking off the watch on his wrist, Ayi walked up to Milong and handed the watch to Milong: "How much is this watch worth?"

Milong raised his eyes and looked at Ayi, saw the firmness in Ayi's eyes, and the seriousness on Ayi's face. Even though he knew that this was the only thing Ayi's father left to Ayi, Milong didn't say much.

Instead, he took the watch, looked at it carefully, then stretched out his hand, spread out his five fingers and said, "This watch is just so-so, it's only worth this amount at most."

Ayi's cheeks bulged and he said firmly: "Change!"

Milong counted three pieces of ocean from his pocket and gave them to Ayi, and he took Ayi's watch into his hands.

Ayi took the five yuan and hurriedly left the shelter.

Wang Zhong bought half a bottle of soy sauce and a small bag of salt from Mi Long, commanded a few broken soldiers, moved the large clay pots used for cooking from the house, built a stove with a few stones, and set it on the stove.

A case board was set up next to it.

After a while, Doubiang entered the yard with a bundle of firewood and a naive smile on his face.

"Brother Wang Chong, are you enough with this firewood?"

"It's probably not close yet. You can go pick up more and bring it back!"

"okay!"

Doubi was a very good soldier. He had no doubts about orders and his execution was not bad. He put down the firewood in his arms and trotted out again.

Wang Zhong commanded two broken soldiers to light a fire and rinse the clay pots.

After a while, the snake hurriedly came back with two earthen pots in his arms. As soon as he entered the yard, he couldn't help but take credit for himself: "This is the best mountain spring water!"

Wang Zhong took the jar from Snake Butt's hand and poured it into the large clay pot on the stove.

Kang Ya came out next. This guy appeared with a paper bag out of nowhere and opened it carefully in front of everyone, as if it contained some unique treasure.

Seeing Kang Ya about to pour salt into the earthen pot, Wang Zhong quickly stopped him.

"Whether you know how to cook or not, just mess around. Have a good meal of pork stewed with vermicelli, and don't let you make it into pig food." Wang Zhong said angrily, while reaching out to grab the food from Kang Ya's hand.

Salt.

"What are you doing!" Kang Ya stopped immediately and subconsciously wanted to grab the salt back, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Wang Zhong grabbed his wrist and pinched the back of Kang Ya's hand with his thumb.

With so much force, Kang Ya was squeezed until she screamed.

"If you don't know how to do it, just watch from the side!" Wang Zhong stared at Kang Ya with cold eyes and said sternly.

Kang Ya immediately acted like a mouse seeing a cat, not daring to speak.

After a while, Yaoma and Bula and others brought back cabbage and green onions one after another. Yaoma and Bula had the best relationship with Wang Zhong in the shelter. They didn’t have any objections to Wang Zhong’s words. Anyway, they should

What’s done has been done, so just do it and wait for it to be eaten.

Then came the oily veterinarian, who somehow managed to get the vermicelli back, and finally the chief, Ayi, holding a piece of pork worth three kilograms and four taels and six cents.

Looking at the ingredients neatly placed aside, none of the defeated soldiers made a sound. They just stared at the ingredients and kept swallowing saliva.
Chapter completed!