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Chapter 1428 The Annoying Struggle

Just like in the original drama, Milong's words were eventually held hostage by the cannon fodder.

Some are struggling, some are angry, some are ashamed, and all these various thoughts lead to the drama of cannon fodder fighting against the dragon.

Milong said that he dug eighty ice holes in one breath in his hometown in Northeast China to demonstrate his physical strength, endurance and bravery.

He was indeed brave and he defeated more than a dozen cannon fodders in a round-robin battle.

Wang Yan sat in the yard, a cigarette in his mouth, watching the excitement with a smile.

After being beaten, Kang Ya moved closer to Wang Yan and squatted down.

"Brother Wang, are you just going to let him scold you like that? If I were you, I would definitely not agree to that. I would have to punish him severely."

Wang Yan slapped him on the head and said, "I think you are the one who needs to be punished the most in this courtyard. You just instigated me and Milong to cause trouble when I arrived. I haven't punished you yet, but you still don't learn your lesson, right?"

"Hehehe...I just said that, just said that." Kang Ya quickly ran out to prevent Wang Yan from catching her.

Are you kidding? Milong beat them up badly, and it would only take Wang Yan a few punches and kicks to deal with Milong. How would it be like to deal with them?

"You deserve it." Bu La laughed. "Damn it, you are the one who is most good at picking troubles, and you hide behind when something happens. Milong, I think you didn't hit him lightly. Just now, this damn guy didn't even use the stick, and now he is instigating Brother Wang. You should beat the son of a bitch."

"Get out of here, you bastard. I just didn't hit you lightly." Milong waved his hands impatiently.

Fighting consumes physical strength, and Milong does not have much strategy. He uses almost all his strength in every attack. It is not easy for him to fight so many people alone and last for so long. Digging eighty ice holes in one breath must be bragging, but he is indeed very awesome and a man with physical talent.

However, he was still an ordinary person after all. He drank a lot of water and lay in the hammock to catch his breath for a while. If he was beaten again, he would only be beaten.

“Hahaha, you look exhausted, right?” Bula turned around and said, “You’re the one who got hit the hardest just now. Go, get your revenge!”

"You idiot, what can you do if he's pretending? He's not the one hitting you. Kangya, go and try."

"I'm not going." Kang Ya grinned, and a bunch of cannon fodder who had just been beaten gathered together and laughed.

After laughing, Bu La started to borrow money again. He wanted to redeem the gun he had pawned.

"Brother Wang, you are the only one who can help me here. I beg you to have mercy on me, lend a helping hand and save me from this distress." Bula bent over and stuck out his butt, bowing to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan took out a cigarette from his pocket, gave one to Bu La, lit it and took a puff, then looked at Bu La who was facing the fire and said, "I have recently reflected on the past defeats and feel helpless. I feel that others are unreliable and I have to go up and command myself. But after thinking about it, I don't have that ability.

No, you know I don't have a penny, I'm so poor that I have to sell my ass. The most valuable thing on me, besides this watch, is the Zhongzheng in the house. So, you can call me Wang Gong in the future, let me have some fun and satisfy my desire to be an official, and I will give you my gun. "

At this time, the subordinates would address senior officers with their titles plus their titles. If someone could be called "gong", they had to be a high-ranking officer. It was not like in TV dramas, where they would address them as "regiment commander" or "division commander".

"Hello, Your Majesty!" Bula was a smart person. Without thinking or saying anything, he stood at attention and saluted.

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction: "Remember, don't call the wrong name, go ahead."

"Yes! Prince!"

Then Bu La rushed into the house and came out with a gun in a short while.

It was at this time that he finally realized, "That's not right, Wang Da... Wang Gong!"

Seeing Wang Yan laughing and nodding, Bu La said, "You gave me the gun, what do you use?"

"Didn't the Yu guy say he would give out guns?"

"Don't you believe it?" Fanla asked.

"Then I'll believe it first and see if he gives me a gun."

"Okay, you are fooling fools here?" Bu La was unhappy, the dog-faced man said, "What about the prince? Go and dream about your Spring and Autumn Period, hahahaha..."

The other cannon fodders also laughed.

"I didn't lie to you, you're the real fool." Wang Yan slapped him in the face and scolded him with a smile, "Use your brain before you speak, aren't you afraid that I will cut you?"

"Go ahead and cut me, you can't kill me anyway." Seeing that Wang Yan didn't make any move, he said fearlessly, "Then your gun..."

"Take it if you want to use it. I don't think I'll need it anyway." Wang Yan waved his hand.

"So how do you feel?" Fanla asked curiously.

"We haven't seen any foreigners here, nor have we heard you talk about any equipment delivery. What does that mean?"

The supporting actor who wants to cooperate with Ma: "What does it mean?"

"This means that we are unlikely to cross the river directly and attack Nantianmen. The most likely thing is that we will fly directly to the rear of the Japanese. We will go straight into the hinterland and destroy the rear of the Japanese."

"What does this mean?" Fanla asked.

"Aircraft have a takeoff weight limit. At this time, people are more important than guns. Dozens of guns are equivalent to one person. If you add in ammunition, how heavy would that be? I think it is very likely that we will not be allowed to bring guns."

"Damn it! How can we fight without guns?" Bu La cursed subconsciously.

"Mr. Yu, don't you say anything? Once you get there, you can get whatever you want." Yao Ma continued, looking at Wang Yan uncertainly, "Are you telling the truth?"

Wang Yan smiled and shook his head: "Then who knows whether it is true or not?"

So everyone started discussing how to fight, how powerful the planes were, how many people they could carry, and so on. They all spoke with naivety and enthusiasm.

In this environment, they are just talking nonsense, but listening to these words a hundred years later, they are extremely sad...

At this time, the veterinarian came in, holding a pipe in his hand. He glanced around and finally looked at Wang Yan: "Young man, come and give me a hand. Two more babies died. Bury them."

"The old man thinks I'm easy to talk to."

"You are a reasonable young man who understands what is right." The veterinarian bared his old yellow teeth.

"Come on, stop flattering me."

Despite saying so, Wang Yan still moved and staggered outside, where he saw a two-wheeled wooden cart with a corpse wrapped in two straw mats on it, with the feet sticking out. Next to the corpse were two shovels and two bowls of thick porridge.

"Oh, they are too old to do any work." The veterinarian shook his head as he looked at the two bodies in the car.

Wang Yan went up and dragged the car away: "How old is the old man?"

"Fifty-four."

"not easy."

The veterinarian exclaimed, waved his hands and said, "These days, nothing is easy. It's good enough that we don't have to suffer from the Japanese invaders."

The two chatted and went to the wilderness outside the town.

Wang Yan used a shovel to dig two holes neatly. "Good boy, you work really fast." The veterinarian looked at the animals like animals.

"How can I not be fast? I have suffered many defeats along the way, and the things I have done most, besides fleeing, are digging trenches. I am very familiar with this job. Let me tell you, old man, it was really hard when I was fighting in the north. In the middle of winter, the soil was frozen hard, and I had to dig a layer with each shovel. It was really hard."

"It's not easy for you either."

"Then you have to send back what you just said."

The veterinarian laughed and said, "When I was digging pits before, Fanla always came with me, dragging his rotten leg..."

"You're just recovering from your injuries. You can't start a big fight."

"How long do you think it will take for his leg to heal?"

"In three days, it will be almost done. I'm not lying."

The veterinarian was silent for a while, then asked, "Can you go if you are tired?"

"You can go if you want. The old man is quite strict."

"Oh, you don't understand. Fanla is a good young man, but he has lost his soul and spirit, just like a ghost. Unlike you, you are an upright person."

"That's understandable." Wang Yan climbed out of the pit, took out a cigarette and gave one to the veterinarian. "We are all used to fighting. We have been defeated and fled all the way. If you want to blame someone, just blame the old Buddha for not knowing better. He has caused our great country to fall to this point."

"I know that too." The head veterinarian exhaled a puff of smoke, "But people can't live like that. Look at those people in the hospital. Although they curse the heavens, the earth and their superiors when talking about war, but when the time comes, few of them shrink back. Especially Ayi, you saw it with your own eyes. Everyone says that he has never been to the battlefield and has never fought a war, so he doesn't know how tragic it is, but I don't think so. He wants to defend his country from the bottom of his heart.

This is what's annoying. He's educated, speaks foreign languages, was a student soldier, and came from a big place like Beijing. He has experience. But he's just a person who wants to be a ghost now.

You don’t know, just before you came, Fanla wrote a suicide note to his family, saying that he was going to fight a big war, and that it was hard to predict whether he would live or die, so he should just be considered dead. This shows that he is determined not to be a human being anymore…”

"I understand, old man. It's because you get along well with Fanla. It's hard to bear to see him so listless. But then again, going to the battlefield means risking your life. Life and death are unpredictable. If he goes, he might die. If he doesn't go, he might live longer. Is it good or bad? Who can tell?"

"Yeah, I'm just telling you. Oh... just let him be..."

"Old man, you're just asking for trouble. You're already this old, if you don't fight, who can say anything?"

"I'm going to fight until I die. I have a son who is also a soldier. You said it well, I'd rather die than be a slave of a conquered nation. Those damn devils have ruined our good life!"

Wang Yan smiled and said, "It's hard to say. Even if there were no Japanese, we would hardly be able to live in peace. You are old, so you must know what happened in the past. That big warlord, you beat me today, I beat you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we teamed up to beat him. We are all fighting for the throne, so how can we live in peace?"

"That's right. There are still bandits in our hometown. They are no less violent than the Japanese. They can really cause harm to people."

"It's all the same. We in the Northeast are called gangs, and there are no good people there."

The two of them started chatting, laughing and working, burying the two dead young soldiers...

War is like this, there is not much sadness. There was some in the early days, but later on, I saw it more and more, and became numb to it. I could laugh at the dead bodies. Even if the dead were my good brothers, I could still laugh and say that they were living happily.

But isn’t it sad?
It’s just that a lot of sadness comes with a smile, following the living for decades, and until the moment before death, it’s still hard to let go…

There was really nothing wrong with the veterinarian asking Wang Yan to come over. It was mainly because he liked Wang Yan and he was easy to talk to, so he just wanted to talk to him.

To be honest, the popularity of veterinarians in the cannon fodder group is absolutely top-notch, and there is no shortage of people to dig holes and fill graves...

The next day, Zhang Lixian brought a team of people to register and count the number of people.

Milong was lying on a hammock fanning himself, Fanla was stretching his legs on the side, and some other passers-by warriors had their own thoughts. They were looking at the people who were registering for the Lehehe Team in the field.

Wang Yan was the first one to go up.

"Wang Yan, Northeast Army... Second Lieutenant Platoon Leader..."

An acquaintance, Zhang Lixian, was sitting at the table taking notes with a pen. When there was no other dispute, he finished taking notes and asked Wang Yan to step aside.

Next is Bu La, who is carrying a gun.

Yes, Bu La finally went to get his gun back, causing his nose to bleed and looking very embarrassed. But when he came back he had to act like a hero to show how brave his rogue behavior was.

Then, Yao Ma, Veterinarian, Kang Ya, She Pit, and even Dou Bing, Li Wula, etc., all registered their names, units, and positions.

Until the last person finished, Fanla, who had been watching on the side for a long time, gritted his teeth and limped over.

He stood in front of Zhang Lixian, saluted, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Meng Fan..."

"Your legs..."

"Reporting to the commander, this was caused by the Japanese bayonet, but it is recovering now. I heard that we will have training later, so please give it some time. It will recover before we set off and will not affect the battle at all."

Zhang Lixian frowned and looked at him: "Can you really do it? Don't be so stubborn. The battle against Myanmar is not a one-time thing. There will be opportunities later."

"I'll definitely do it!" Fanla said confidently, and saluted again, "Please help me, sir!"

"Don't worry, you're a real man!" Bula laughed.

Yao Ma gave a thumbs up and said, "He looks a bit like a hero from our Sichuan Army."

Everyone started to laugh and cheer again.

"It's okay, not embarrassing!" The veterinarian turned his head and said to Wang Yan.

"Are you happy now?"

"He's going to die, what's there to be happy about? This young man finally found a little bit of his soul..."

"Quiet!" Zhang Lixian shouted, then asked uncertainly, "Have you really thought it through?"

"Yes! Please grant my permission, sir!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Lixian slammed the table vigorously, "The Sichuan Army needs soldiers like you. I'll make a note of it. You don't need to participate in training these few days. Take good care of your injuries."

"Thank you." Fanla bowed his hands to wish Jixiang.

"Mads! A bunch of madmen! Fools! They're rushing to die!" Milong, who was lying on the hammock, cursed loudly.

However, no one paid any attention to him. When Zhang Lixian took his men away, the cannon fodders gathered together again and laughed heartlessly.

Fanla also joined in the fun, not as bitter and resentful as before, and talked with the veterinarian.

No one knows what kind of ideological struggle Fanla has been going through these past two days, and no one cares about it.

They only know that if they go, they are brothers together, and if they don’t go, they are outsiders…

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