The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Meng Worry saw a jeep driving on the mountain road flanking them. It turned all the way on the not spacious mountain road and turned around sharply. The British driver lost his head because of obstacles in the woods. The cannonballs, bang bang, hit far, far away, it looked like a joke.

But if this is the case, the rout soldiers can also feel the panicked look of the driver, and he tried his best to avoid the shells of the Japanese devils.

They were watching from the ground.

Kang Ya asked puzzledly: "Why are they hiding, and they can't be bombed, and they came all the way here not long ago."

Yao Ma said, "Who knows, maybe they are afraid of death and think they won't be bombed if they walk around."

Veterinarian Hao said: "I said this is the first time that this British ally has come to our position."

Long Wenwen stood up and looked into the distance, and said, "That's right. The veterinarian is right. Be polite and treat yourself as a guest. The group and I have been thinking about their Vickers cannons for a long time. Every day Make a base or two before our position."

Veterinarian Hao was a little depressed, because he was called a veterinarian invisibly because he died, and the other soldiers called him a joke.Meng Fanle held back a smile and patted Veterinary Hao on the shoulder, taking it as a comfort.

While observing the movement of the British, Kang Ya said, "It's over, it's over, I can't hold it anymore, I'm going to have diarrhea. By the way, it's annoying, how long did you say they haven't fought a war? Tsk tsk, it probably doesn't matter. Have you ever fought a war? You’re going to jump off the train, one two three.”

Kang Ya, the deputy platoon seat of the former transport company, is here to see farther than them. The small hand cannon kept exploding around the Brit's jeep, accompanied by violent bombardment and continuous earthquakes, rolled up soil, and constant tests With the courage of the driver, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and turned off the car with his foot. He dropped the commander sitting on the top of his car, jumped out of the car and ran away. Fortunately, the gentlemanly demeanor made him turn around and help the old gentleman commander again. After getting out of the car, he walked around to the other side and took another exquisite briefcase, which seemed to contain a document, and hurriedly walked towards their position.

Xia Yuan looked up and was unmoved, but Long Wenwen yelled loudly before the two British guys rushed forward: "Appearance! Military power! Do you want artillery support? It's comfortable for them to take pictures." , will give us artillery support."

He took the lead in arranging the rags on his body, and the other rout soldiers followed suit. A few rout soldiers put on their clothes without haste, covering their dark bodies.

What Meng Fan was wearing was really weird, and Ah Yi reminded him from the side: "This is not how military uniforms are worn."

He buttoned the opening of Meng Fan's clothes all the way to the neckline, and Meng Fan couldn't get through. Meng Fan had the expression of hanging himself, and saw Long Wenwen turn around and shouted to Xia Yuan: "Tuan Zuo, you wait, I will take them to pick up these two gentlemen."

For Long Wenwen, the British who have supplies are a sweet pastry. If you fawn on them, you can get artillery support. This kind of fawning on Long Wenwen hopes that there will be as many as possible. If you attack the enemy, how much money is your face worth?

If Xia Yuan were to flatter him, he really couldn’t do it. On the battlefield to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, the British also participated in the war. Although they did not send troops, they supported the U.S. and South Korean troops with a lot of supplies to fight against the volunteers. Therefore, Xia Yuan He didn't like this group of foreigners. If it weren't for the expeditionary army period, they were allies. Xia Yuan gave them a few peanuts and robbed them of all their supplies.Not to mention asking him to curry favor with these foreign devils, he really can't do it, so this kind of thing can be left to Long Wenwen.

Long Wenwen annoyed Meng with half-truth, "Quickly think of words, if you can move the old gentleman so much that he hugs you and kisses you, you will be a lieutenant immediately!"

The corners of Meng Meng's lips twitched annoyed, and he said angrily, "Anyone who wants to take advantage of you will end badly."

After several battles, the broken soldiers did not seem to recognize Long Wenwen on the surface, but they basically recognized Long Wenwen in their hearts, just like when they were in the shelter, the broken soldiers always subtly recognized Xia Yuan.

Long Wenwen laughed loudly: "Aren't I poor? People want to take advantage of me. How is that possible?"

Ah Yi turned his head and looked: "Where is our head?"

Meng annoyed and said, "Shh, our leader doesn't want to see these British guys."

Ah Yi stopped talking, and Meng Fan could see his dislike for these British guys from Xia Yuan's eyes. Although he didn't know what happened, Meng Fan'er guessed that it was probably these British guys who did it. The matter made their team leader feel angry, so it was no wonder that Long Wenwen was asked to meet this old gentleman. There was a reason for that. After all, Long Wenwen was known for his shamelessness.

Accompanied by Long Wenwen's laughter, the broken soldiers lined up at the entrance of the position, trying their best to show their best and most spiritual side to the group of British allies. They watched the driver help the old gentleman's panting climb up.

Meng got annoyed and looked at the old gentleman and began to think wildly. They were like fruit sellers on the side of the road.

As soon as the old gentleman and the driver climbed into position, Meng got bored and began to think of words, "Most respected, dear sir, the glorious warrior on which the sun never sets, Your Majesty, Your Majesty" and other such incomprehensible words are impossible. It's about to come out, the firepower of the rout soldiers is acceptable, but they really need artillery support, the Sichuan Army is already bad enough, it looks glamorous, but in fact it is almost at the end of its rope.

The old gentleman finally came up, holding the briefcase in his arms, but when he saw him coming, the rout soldiers saluted in unison, Meng Fan took a stride and rushed up, he thought he was walking The best one, without the slightest limp movement.

"Most Dear Sir"

The old gentleman opened his eyes angrily. He was no longer as gentle as he used to be. He didn't even catch his breath. He threw the document in his hand like a grenade, followed by a bullet that was more violent than the Japanese devil's shell. language bombardment:

"Fcuk! Who the hell are you? Which country's army? You don't even exist! Your so-called Sichuan regiment has returned to your country! Along with your regiment commander, I can't remember his weird name anymore , but I know he is definitely not the beggar and liar in front of me! You are a group of non-existent people, who are you! Which tribe is this fool king in Paris? The young man stared at my husband."

Such fierce words stunned Meng Fanle and the surrounding mob. The rout soldiers couldn't understand what the old gentleman said, but from his words, it could be seen that the old gentleman in front of him was Very angry, but Meng Fan was able to hear what he said, he froze in place, did not even answer the documents thrown by the other party, and let these documents be scattered on the ground, with dense English words recorded on them , the above is the content of the old gentleman's verification to the superior of the expeditionary force.

Obviously, the Sichuan army in front of them has not been recognized by their superiors.

The old gentleman said angrily: "I must take back all the supplies that have been taken from your area! Immediately! All!"

Panting heavily, the old gentleman looked at the sluggish Meng Fanle and the group of rout soldiers in front of him. He tried his best to calm down the anger in his heart, and said in a very gentle tone: "I'm sorry that I couldn't insist on being like you. Gentlemen's communication, but this is too shameless, young gentleman, everything you have now, guns, bullets, grenades, even the clothes on your body, even a button, should not belong to you."

This kind of gentle tone hurt Meng Fan even more. He looked at the corpses carried down by the rout soldiers and arranged them neatly in the trenches. Meng Fan forced his eyes to close, but his hands did not move for a moment. After a pause, Meng took off the rifle hanging from his shoulder, and then slammed the muzzle of the gun into the old gentleman's chest. Fortunately, there was no bayonet on the muzzle, otherwise the bayonet would have penetrated the old gentleman's body.

"Open your eyes and look at the corpses placed over there, and then look at us, does it exist? Don't we exist? Could it be that we are all fake? Well, then I will use my non-existent finger to give you How about a bullet that doesn’t exist? It’s us, a group of non-existent people, guarding your noble airport that definitely exists, gentlemen who exist.”

The old gentleman had a pale face, but he stood up for the dignity that must exist no matter what.

Meng Fan was rushed up by the rout soldiers and got rid of him. Meng Fan was struggling. When the rout soldiers found that Meng Fan was struggling, they stepped on the scattered documents on the ground and the material list on the ground into the soil. When they were in the village, it was annoying to let Meng go, and the rout soldiers were always able to have such a tacit understanding.

The old gentleman gave Meng annoyed at this childish behavior for the last time, as if he was watching a mad dog digging up the soil to bury 'shit'.

"I know it is impossible to communicate rationally with you, and I apologize for using more extreme measures in the future."

After the old gentleman said this, he took him and his driver and left the position of the rout soldiers, and made a difficult journey to their car that had been turned off.

Meng was annoyed to be let go by the rout soldiers, and sat down on the ground, looking at everything in front of him calmly.

Meng Fan was deeply stimulated by the old gentleman's words.

They are a group of people who do not exist and are not recognized by their superiors, which means that no one cares about them being born and dying here, let alone whether they are still alive.

Xia Yuan witnessed what happened just now, and before Long Wenwen dragged Meng Fan away, he walked over and looked at him: "It doesn't matter whether we exist or not. To Shangfeng, we are a group of people who don't exist. , because the plane we set off had other things, we lost contact with Shangfeng, and naturally became a group of non-existent people.”

He took out his ID from his pocket and tore it off casually. Meng Fan looked up at Xia Yuan's actions and opened his mouth.

Xia Yuan said: "The certificate is not important anymore, is it?"

Meng troubled to think for a while, "Indeed, you no longer exist, and so do we."

The broken soldiers are confused, you look at me, I look at you.

Xia Yuan looked at the defeated soldiers and said: "The Myanmar-Myanmar War failed, and those who didn't go back naturally ceased to exist. Our Sichuan Army naturally became the group of non-existent people that Shangfeng said. Our superiors identified us, and we ended up with nothing to prove our identity."

Meng Fanle laughed at himself, "Oh, we were abandoned by our own people."

Xia Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, we were abandoned by our own people."

Meng said annoyedly: "Maybe you should consider the next way. The British no longer provide us with supplies. We have lost the assistance of the British."

"This is a trivial matter. I will find a way for supplies." Xia Yuan turned his head and shouted: "Long Wenwen, gather everyone and prepare to abandon the position."

Long Wenwen looked up at Xia Yuan.

"Go!"

"Yes!"

Destroyers look at me, I look at you, Meng was annoyed and didn't know what Xia Yuan was going to do, so he asked: "Not defending the position?"

"Fuck you, we're all people who don't have fish schools anymore, let the British guys guard it by themselves, let's watch a show."

Xia Yuan didn't think it mattered, at least the current situation wasn't too bad. In comparison, what he encountered on the Korean battlefield was the worst, lack of cotton clothes, lack of heavy firepower, lack of food, lack of effective ground-to-air Weapons and logistics cannot be guaranteed, that is the worst situation, but the volunteers still survived.

At least they still have weapons and equipment, food, and clothing to keep out the cold, and the Japanese devils do not have an absolute advantage in air power, so the situation is much better.

Long Wenwen quickly brought the defeated soldiers down from the position. He looked at Xia Yuan: "Tuan Zuo, are you planning to retreat now?"

Xia Yuan was honest, nodded and said: "Withdraw, why don't you withdraw, why don't you withdraw and stay on the ground, wait for the weapons and ammunition to run out, and fight the Japanese devils desperately with a fire stick?"

Long Wenwen said: "I'm going to intercede with those British guys. After all, you are also a team leader, right? We also helped them guard the airport."

Meng troubled and said: "Deputy Commander Long, there are already two countries that do not recognize our Sichuan Army, and the real Sichuan Army has returned to China, so we do not exist in terms of writing, and you still hope to get the approval of the British." Artillery fire and supplies, but they came here bravely to take back the part you have cheated. What those fossil heads think is that the listed supplies must be given to the people on the list, or destroyed, or be destroyed The capture by the Japanese army can also satisfy their formal perfection."

He mocked a little: "He will not give supplies to a group of people who do not exist on the list. In their eyes, we are a group of people who do not exist. Whether they live or die has nothing to do with them."

In a certain aspect, Meng Fanle's point of view is the same as Xia Yuan's.