Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Back in his office, He Yong said, "Just now, I gave the order to recall Wang Hai and Sun Changxing."

Xu San naturally knew what He Yong meant.

Now that we've found them all, it's time for a drink.

Xu San didn't refuse, "Then let's go, who's afraid of who!"

"Hehehe~" He Yong sneered, "I know you can drink, but I don't believe that so many of us can't outdrink you."

The people He Yong gathered were the puppet soldiers who had originally been stationed at the stronghold with Xu San.

That year, these puppet soldiers all benefited to some extent and were promoted.

Therefore, He Yong wanted to call them to see Xu San off when he was discharged from the army.

Originally, Xu San's class had ten students, but now only six remain.

There's nothing to be sad about, nor is it something to pity, because all four of them were killed by the Eighth Route Army.

Xu San couldn't show it, but instead sighed, lamenting his ill-fated destiny.

It was still early, and they had to wait for everyone to return. Even if they had horses and carts, it would probably be evening before they could all be gathered. So, after lunch, Xu San went to the shooting range to practice shooting.

The Fifth Battalion was close to Yamamoto and had enough ammunition, so no matter how Xu San attacked, it was fine.

Xu San was rarely allowed to use his ammunition so freely. Rifles, pistols, machine guns—he was like a new recruit who had just touched a gun, recklessly squandering his ammunition.

The new recruits felt both sorry for him and envious.

After firing a burst of rounds of the Type 96 pistol, Xu San shook his wrist, which was starting to ache, and said, "I'm done firing. This little thing is so much fun. When will you, Battalion Commander He, get me a mountain gun to play with?"

"Forget it. With the quality of our battalion, even if we had mountain guns, we wouldn't know how to fire them."

"If we can't drive it, can't we just drive it randomly? We'll just make a noise and see the smoke anyway." He Yong shook his head helplessly. "Only you would dare to say that. If it were anyone else, I'd choke them to death."

"Report!" someone shouted.

Xu San turned his head and saw Qu Mo, his deputy, who was a spy planted in the Fifth Battalion by the puppet army superiors.

Later, he was subdued by He Yong and is now a double agent. Overall, he still speaks for the Fifth Battalion. However, if He Yong pays him less in the future, this bastard will probably turn against them again.

"What's the matter?" Xu San asked on He Yong's behalf.

"Major Sanjo came to us to borrow grain," Qu Mo replied.

"Three strips? Damn it, I still have eight strips!" He Yong was furious when he heard that he needed to borrow grain, because this guy had withheld the cotton he was supposed to give to the Fifth Battalion.

“The surname Sanjo is quite common in Japan. If he were in the military, he would likely be a minor nobleman,” Xu San reminded him, then stroked his chin.

His other apprentice, Wang Zhenzhen, used this surname as her pseudonym, so he knew a little about it.

After hearing Xu San's words, He Yong's temper subsided a bit, and he asked, "How much does he want to borrow?"

"Two thousand catties!"

"Lend it to him!" He Yong agreed decisively after hearing only a few words.

"He wants to borrow rice!" Qu Mo added.

"Damn it!" He Yong kicked Qu Mo right away. "I only have two thousand catties of rice, and that's my hard-earned savings! Damn it, are you the one who betrayed me and tipped me off?"

Qu Mo got up, rubbing his backside. "Battalion Commander, it really wasn't me. I think this Major Sanjo was just making a fuss. How about we give him two hundred jin and send him on his way?" (End of Chapter)