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Chapter 1424: Northeastern Army Defeat

The path was paved with stone slabs, with moss growing on the slabs. Green grass had sprouted in the gaps between the slabs, but it had been trampled into rotten grass roots and was densely crowded in the gaps between the slabs.

A group of wounded soldiers were limping along the road. They were all wearing dirty and even torn military uniforms. The exposed skin was so lumpy that it could fill a large plate with pimples. Their hair was all tangled in clumps, and there might even be a few lice on it.

Wang Yan, who was mixed in the team, was also in a similar state of disgrace. The good thing was that he was not wrapped in blood-oozing bandages. He was carrying a Zhongzheng rifle with a bayonet on his shoulder, and a cloth belt with more than a dozen bullets on it.

He is quite tall and stands out among the team.

Therefore, the director of the shelter made some arrangements for him first.

"That big guy from the Northeast, and the ones around him, you guys should stay in this courtyard." He patted Wang Yan's shoulder and said, "Don't say that I, Old Deng, don't take care of you. There are two of your fellow Northeasterners here, and it's a good opportunity for you to get to know each other. Oh, it's not easy these days..."

"Thanks, Old Deng." Wang Yan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit them with a kerosene lighter. "Tsk, you are an official after all, how can you be so useless? You're still thinking about a private's things?"

Old Deng was not ashamed at all, and exhaled a puff of cigarette: "Your thing is new, where did you get it?"

"We found out after we killed a Japanese major."

"Oh, is this true? Are you kidding me?"

"Of course it's fake." Wang Yan laughed. "If I really killed the major, how could I run all the way here? He must be fighting on the front line. These were all found among the dead bodies. See you later. Don't forget to bring me a set of bedding. I didn't get a good sleep along the way."

Patting Deng Shoushou's shoulder, Wang Yan, holding a cigarette and a gun, staggered up the stone steps, stepped over the threshold and walked into the courtyard.

At a glance, there were more than twenty people scattered in the yard, gathered in twos and threes, bragging, chatting, and catching lice. There was another person sitting on a hammock, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, and a young boy was massaging his legs next to him.

Their eyes were focused on him.

Wang Yan raised his cigarette-holding hand and waved it in a friendly manner: "Brothers, are you all basking in the sun? I heard from the foreigners that basking in the sun can replenish calcium."

"Do you know any foreigners?" someone asked.

Wang Yan looked over and saw an old man holding a welding pipe in his mouth.

"Who knows him? I just heard about him from others. What's his name?"

"Everyone calls me a veterinarian." The old man squatted there, speaking with a Guanzhong accent.

"Master, are you from Guanzhong?"

"Xi'an, do you speak Guanzhong dialect?"

Wang Yan smiled and waved his hand: "It's not that we know each other. Our comrades come from all over the world and can talk about anything. Come on, take a bite of mine, old man. These are real Japanese cigarettes captured on the battlefield."

"What? Aren't we comrades? Only the veterinarian has it, but we don't?" One of them came over, put his hands on his waist, and looked a bit arrogant.

Wang Yan slapped him on the head and said, "If you want to smoke, just smoke. Why are you pretending to be a big brother? Let the brothers spread out and have a taste."

The man was slapped, but he was not annoyed at all. He took the cigarette and smiled: "You are the real big brother. The brothers all call me Kang Ya, what is the big brother?"

"Wang Yan. Go and smoke some cigarettes. Everyone is watching."

"Hey, good."

Kang Ya is a bully who only cares about the weak and the strong. He feels at ease after a slap in the face.

Wang Yan lowered his head and looked at the acquaintance who was sitting next to the veterinarian with one leg stretched out and the other bent. He kicked the stretched leg lightly.

"What are you looking at? Do I owe you money?"

"Hiss..." The man in pain howled, "Let me see what you look like. What's the matter? You're a grown-up girl? Why don't you let me see you?"

"Hey, you're from Beijing? Good luck to you." Wang Yan smiled and kicked him again, "Why are you so talkative?"

"Hey, that's enough." The veterinarian stood up and stopped Wang Yan. "His leg is injured, but you are right. His mouth is really annoying."

"Why else would you call him Fanla?" Someone nearby answered. Seeing Wang Yan looking over, he said, "My name is Bu La, Funan. This son of a bitch is just a chatterbox, his name is Meng Fan, and the brothers all call him Fanla."

"Yeah, it's really annoying." Wang Yan nodded seriously and kicked him again. He looked at him angrily but dared not say anything. He smiled and said, "Lift up your trouser legs so I can see."

"What do you want to see?"

"My family has inherited traditional Chinese medicine. I was able to travel thousands of miles across the country, fight in hundreds of battles, and get here after many hardships. I relied on this skill to survive."

"Are you really talking nonsense? Even if you are, what's the use?" Fanla muttered, but his hands did not slow down at all. He lifted up his trouser leg with a grin, revealing his calf with a hideous crack.

Wang Yan squatted down, tilted his head, held a cigarette in his mouth, picked up a small piece of wood from the ground and turned over the meat. It was already rotten and raw, and it smelled bad.

After just a few flips, Fanla's teeth were clenched, his eyes were wide open, his forehead was sweating, his whole body was trembling, and his fists were clenched stiffly.

"Can you cure it?" Fanla asked tremblingly.

Wang Yan asked back with a smile: "Are you afraid of pain?"

"Nonsense, who isn't afraid of pain? Can you really cure it?"

"It's actually quite simple. Cut out the rotten flesh and sew up the wound. If you have alcohol, apply it. If you don't have alcohol, use an iron to brand it. Then give it some sulfa. After ten days or half a month, it will basically form a scab. It won't hurt, except for the pain."

"Is it really possible?"

Wang Yan stood up with a smile and ignored him.

The veterinarian squatted back down again and said, "I feel that this young man can succeed, but he will suffer."

Fanla didn't say anything; the pain had not yet subsided.

At this time, Kang Ya, who had been smoking a lot, came back and said with a big smile: "Brother, we're done. The brothers don't have enough to smoke."

"I only have half a box, just mix it evenly and take two puffs to taste it." Wang Yan waved his hand.

"I have an idea." Seeing Wang Yan was about to leave, Kang Ya came up again, "Brother, from your accent you are from the Northeast, right? Did you see that man? He is also from the Northeast. He is quite capable in the black market here. Look at the watches on his hand and the small house behind. I tell you, there are all good things in there. Brother, you are obviously not an ordinary person. Why don't you fight with your fellow villager?"

"Yes, yes, big brother. He is a bully among us. He is very fierce. You can definitely deal with him." Bula, who was squatting nearby, jumped up and added fuel to the fire when he heard what was said.

"You have no good intentions." Wang Yan slapped everyone in the face, and amid Kang Ya and Bula's embarrassed smiles, he turned around and ran towards the boy on the hammock.

Before he even arrived, the people in the yard stood up and gathered together automatically to watch the fun.

The acquaintance on the hammock heard the noise, used a palm-leaf fan to block the sun, tilted his head to glance at the mob behind him, smiled disdainfully, then sat up and watched Wang Yan drinking his tea.

He asked, "I heard you say, what's the matter, are you from the Northeast too?"

"Rehe."

"I'm from Longjiang, so we're from the same hometown. How did you get here?"

"How can I run? I have been defeated and fled all the way, from north to south. I just ran to the nearby area a few days ago, but I was caught and brought here to recuperate. My name is Wang Yan, what's your name?"

"Mysterious Dragon."

After replying, Milong asked, "Which unit were you from before?"

"From the 53rd Army of the Northeastern Army." "What's your rank?"

"Platoon Leader, Lieutenant."

"Oh, then you are my superior, and I am just a private first class." Milong said sarcastically.

"Then you don't respect your superiors either."

Milong turned his head and glanced at a man with a sharp face squatting beside him: "If that's the case, that idiot is closer to me. He is my platoon leader. He calls him Li Liansheng. Shit! Liansheng, shit! It's just right. I will introduce him to you. You don't have to call him Liansheng, just call him Ula. He is not worthy of Liansheng, he is only suitable to be a stinky shoe insole, a dog basket!"

Li Ula was just squatting there, glancing over but not saying anything to defend himself.

Wang Yan smiled and raised his head to him, but got no response.

Milong glanced at the crowd watching the excitement from behind and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Kangya and Bula said you are the richest man, with a room full of good things. I want to ask you for some."

"You want some? You really dare to open your mouth." Mi Long was so angry that he laughed, "Since we are from the same hometown, I won't argue with you. Count to three and get out of here quickly. Don't wait for me to cut you."

"You can't beat me." Wang Yan smiled and shook his head, "I don't want to steal your things, let's..."

"Let's not talk about it." Milong got down from the hammock and stood still. "I understand. If I don't teach you a lesson, you will really not accept it. You are just talking big, come on, let's practice."

"I don't hold grudges."

"As a real man, who the hell would hold a grudge against me?" Milong patted his chest, making loud noises.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, threw the Zhongzheng in his hand aside, stepped back a few steps, and waved to Milong: "Come on."

"Fuck, you're pretty arrogant. Today I'll let you know who the daddy is."

Milong cursed, rushed forward, and kicked straight forward with his foot.

Wang Yan twisted his body half a circle to avoid the kick, and at the same time, he held onto his eighth-level elbow and leaned his shoulders back. Just as he was about to turn around and whip Milong, he was hit on the back. Before he could turn around, he staggered back.

Milong rubbed his back with a grin, then shouted, "Come again," and rushed forward again.

This time he didn't kick his hand, but rushed forward and swung his big swing fist. However, his door was wide open, and Wang Yan just raised his hand easily to block it, and his other hand formed a palm and rushed up from his abdomen to the sky, the eighth level of Tongtian Palm.

However, he did not break Milong's jaw. Although his momentum was swift, he had lost much strength when the chin came into contact. He just lifted Milong up and at the same time tripped him, causing Milong to fall backwards to the ground.

To prevent him from getting hurt on the back of his head, Wang Yan raised his foot to support his head and said condescendingly, "That's about it."

"I'm not as skilled as you, but you're my father." Milong stood up unhappily, "Your two moves are Bajiquan, right?"

"Have eyesight."

"I've fought with a level 8 guy before. I beat him so hard that he didn't know what to do. He didn't even know what to do. You're really awesome. You can still use some moves. I recognize the move you used just now. It's called the Tongtian Palm, right?"

"Yes." Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

"I really ran into a ruthless person today. I surrender!"

As soon as Milong finished speaking, the crowd watching started celebrating.

Bu La put his face close to him and said: "Damn it, you, Mi Long, have finally come to this day. I hope someone can take care of you, hahaha~"

Then the group became even more excited, as if they were the ones who defeated Milong.

"Damn it!" Milong rushed forward two steps, and the laughter stopped abruptly. The group of people suddenly took two steps back and looked at Milong carefully.

Seeing this, Milong sneered, "A bunch of losers, I can't beat them, but I can beat you. A bunch of idiots, whoever shows off again, I can't beat him to death."

After glaring at these people fiercely, Mi Long went back to drink tea, wiped his mouth, and looked at Wang Yan who was already sitting there, "Tell me, what are your rules?"

Wang Yan raised his head towards the table: "Don't you have dice there? Let's have a few bets for fun."

"Okay." Milong smiled again, and walked over with the dice and the bowl. "To be honest, I am unbeatable in gambling in Zenda. Where do you think I got all the things in my room? Let me put it this way, half of them were won by me. No one wants to play with me anymore. Don't tell me to remind you."

"Come on." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, patted the gun beside him, and looked at Milong's wrist, "I'm a formal player, the gun is fully loaded with five rounds, and there are still seventeen bullets. I bet a watch."

"Okay." Milong immediately took off the watch on his wrist and put it aside, "Take whichever one you like. Come on."

As he spoke, Milong sat down on the ground, placed the chipped porcelain bowl in front of him, and swung the three dice in his hand.

"Let's play big and small, you say."

Wang Yan shook his head: "I'll vote."

Milong frowned: "Do you suspect that my dice has any tricks?"

"Be more sure."

"Okay." Milong nodded and threw the dice into the bowl, "I want a big one."

Wang Yan took the dice out of the bowl, clasped his hands together and shook it, smiling slightly. It turned out that it was tampered with.

After wandering around for a while, he found the feeling, and when Milong's patience was about to run out, he finally threw the dice into the bowl.

With a series of crisp collisions, the three dice stopped spinning.

"One, two, three, little one!" Kang Ya started to clamor on the side.

"Get lost!" Milong pushed Kang Ya who was approaching him to the ground, "What does this have to do with you? Get out of the way and stop blocking the light here."

After cursing, Milong looked at Wang Yan and said, "Okay, you are quite capable. Choose a watch for yourself. Wait for me to find a pair of dice."

"Go."

Wang Yan smiled and looked through the watches on the ground. He found a relatively good one. It was a pilot watch customized by Longines for the Japanese. It had a high collection value.

Of course, it is not a collection at this time. But relatively speaking, this watch is the best and the newest, and I don’t know where Milong got it.

Soon, Milong came back and looked at the watch that Wang Yan had put on his wrist: "Okay, brother, you are really ruthless."

"I'm not stupid. They're both watches, so I'll definitely choose the one that's better."

"Hit, you have some knowledge." Milong shouted and threw the newly found dice into the bowl, "Come on, no one can cheat this time, you have one and I have one, you go first, I want a bigger one."

"no problem."

Wang Yan took the dice in his hand with a smile, and shook it back and forth with his hands clasped together as before. This time it was indeed a real dice, with nothing inside.

Under Milong's close gaze, he threw the dice into the bowl.

The three dice were spinning in the bowl, making a ticking sound...

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