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Chapter 655 Strong
Everyone was confused as they listened to the chattering of the old British gentleman holding a white flag in front of the position.

"Brother Wang Zhong, what did he say?" Doubing subconsciously asked Wang Zhong beside him.

"What else can I say? Just surrender!" Wang Zhong responded casually.

Long Wenjian, who was lying on the edge of the position in front, asked the British messenger and translator what the narration meant. A look of ecstasy appeared on his face and he couldn't hide his smile.

The cannon fodders were also a little overwhelmed by the scene of the British masters surrendering. They felt it was ridiculous and helpless that their efforts were in vain. They had gone through untold hardships to get to the airport, but these old British gentlemen at the airport surrendered.

If they had not suddenly attacked and occupied the Japanese positions, the people these old British gentlemen would have surrendered to would have been the Japanese.

Just like in the original novel, Long Wenjian, who was covered in dust and without any clothes on, was disliked by the old British gentleman as soon as he showed up, and was called Othello.

"Commander!"

"Within three meters!"

Long Wenjian turned around and shouted at the position. Meng Fanle was about to go out reluctantly but was stopped by a big hand.

Wang Zhong handed the remaining can to Doubing next to him and said to him, "I'm full, you can eat it all!"

He then quickly walked out of the position and came to Long Wenjian.

"He dislikes your dishevelled and dirty appearance, so he asks you to dress up nicely like a gentleman before talking to him!"

Long Wenjian was stunned at first, and then a surge of anger suddenly surged in his heart. He asked Wang Zhong uncertainly, "Does he really mean that?"

Wang Zhong said: "Othello is a Moor, which means black. Black means dirty, right?"

Long Wenjian immediately turned his head and looked at the old British gentleman: "Fuck!"

"You're riding a horse!"

"Do I want this? I don't want this either. It's all because of the Japanese!"

Wang Zhong followed up with fluent English: "Fuck you, Janet, we are in this state because of you. You said so beautifully before coming here, but now, when you see the Japanese army, you are like gray grandsons, running faster than rabbits. Now you are disgusted and think I am dirty?"

"Faced with a powerful enemy, they collapsed at the first blow, were chased by the Japanese and were completely routed, and raised the flag to surrender. Is this what you call a gentleman? Or are all your British gentlemen like this?"

"The Japanese haven't even entered the airport yet, and you're already raising the flag to surrender?"

"Is this how you become our allies?"

"If the Japanese asked you to attack us, would you immediately turn your guns around and aim them at us?"

The old British gentleman felt a little embarrassed. Wang Zhong's words were so vulgar that he felt disgusted. However, every word Wang Zhong said was true.

No, the last two sentences are not. They are British gentlemen. Even if they surrender, they will not turn their guns against their own allies.

The old British gentleman hurriedly explained that he did not mean that and that Wang Zhong had misunderstood.

Long Wenjian, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment when he heard Wang Zhong pointing at the old British gentleman's nose and talking nonsense. Then he turned his head and looked at Wang Zhong: "Did I say that much?"

Wang Zhong said: "I added a little bit and insulted him a few times. He dared to look down on us. If it weren't for us, he would have been eaten by the devils long ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhong immediately turned his gun around and pointed it at the British gentlemen across from him again, shouting, "Also, it was us who beat back the Japanese army and saved you. Is this how you British gentlemen treat your saviors?"

"Fuck, even people like us can beat back the Japanese army. Are you so-called British gentlemen all raised on shit?"

Wang Zhong's few words made the faces of these old British gentlemen red, especially the British soldiers behind him. They were all embarrassed, especially when they saw the cannon fodder who were like a mob, they couldn't help feeling ashamed.

Wang Zhong's strong outburst not only failed to anger this group of old British gentlemen, but instead made their attitude much better.

Meng Fanle, who was standing at the edge of the battlefield, listened to Wang Zhong's words with his eyes wide open, his face filled with incredible shock.

"Brother, something bad will happen if you curse these British people like this!" Although he felt happy in his heart and thought that if he were in their place, he would definitely curse them like this, but after the happiness, Meng Fanle couldn't help but think of the purpose of their trip, and couldn't help but feel a little worried, so he reminded them in a low voice.

"You know shit!" Wang Zhong retorted unhappily.

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More than an hour later, in the abandoned warehouse of the British army at the airport, the silent night was broken by a candlelight.

The candlelight stretched out the veterinarian's somewhat hunched figure. Meng Fanle lay on the bed, playing with the candle given by the veterinarian, and asked curiously: "Are Si La Si La and Boss Wang still negotiating with the British?"

The veterinarian stood on the ground, looking up at Meng Fanle: "We are almost done talking."

"That old British rascal is willing to give Boss Wang the things he wants?" Meng Fan was so surprised that he almost jumped up, his face full of disbelief.

"Boss Wang said that the British bastard surrendered to us just now. Now the airport is ours. We didn't take action because we are allies. If the British bastard dared not give it to us, we would have just taken it away."

"That old British rascal was so angry that his face turned blue." The veterinarian laughed as he spoke.

"He dares to be so aggressive with those old British rascals?" Even though he had heard Wang Zhong's insults against the old British rascals in front of the position with his own ears, Meng Fanle still couldn't imagine that Wang Zhong dared to be so aggressive when facing these British guys.

"Boss Wang said that face is not given by others, but earned by oneself."

"That old English rascal wasn't angry?"

"His face was blue, how could he not be angry?" The veterinarian said, "At that time, Boss Wang slammed his gun on the table and asked the old British scoundrel: You don't want to give us supplies, are you colluding with the Japanese and planning to give us to the Japanese as a token of your surrender?"

"That guy! I was so scared that I almost stabbed the wound to death."

"That's not right!" Meng Fanle immediately realized, "Boss Wang should have been speaking English when negotiating with the British. How can an old man like you understand it?"

"What a bullshit English! Boss Wang speaks Chinese. He asked a British translator to translate it for the old British scoundrel."

"Is this possible?" Meng Fanle widened his eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

The veterinarian said, "Boss Wang said that we are Chinese and now represent the Murokawa Army. We should speak Chinese at the negotiation table."

"Our boss Wang is still the best." Meng Fanle was shocked and could only sigh like this.

"In the past, when we were dealing with our British and American allies, we always treated them like honored guests and were very careful in every way. This is the first time I've seen Boss Wang act like this. The key is that the old British scoundrel hasn't fallen out with him yet."

"Turn your face?" The veterinarian said, "Turn your face!"

"That's right!" The veterinarian remembered something and said hurriedly, "Boss Wang told us to go get guns, ammunition and daily necessities early tomorrow morning."

"There are also medicines. Boss Wang said that he wanted to get some good medicine from the old British scoundrel so that we can treat your lame leg and those seriously injured soldiers." "Anything else?"

"What else? That's all?"

"How should I know? I'll be back soon after my shoulder is healed."

"If you want to know so much, why don't you go ask Boss Wang yourself tomorrow!"

The next morning, early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, the cannon fodder were called up.

As the cannon fodders walked out of the warehouse door, they saw Wang Zhong and Long Wenjian standing outside with their hands behind their backs, as well as several large barrels that were steaming.

"Listen carefully, there is water nearby. If you want to eat, wash your hands and faces. I want to check everyone one by one!"

"You can only eat after washing it clean!"

"handwashing?"

"Wash your hands for what?"

As soon as Wang Zhong said this, the cannon fodders started to speak and whisper to each other.

"Boss Wang, didn't you lose the argument with that old British scoundrel?"

"..."

"Quiet!" Long Wenjian shouted, stopping everyone's wild guesses, and then said loudly: "A large number of people die every year, but according to statistics, the cause of the largest number of deaths among us is not the Japanese, but malaria, the plague."

"That is to say, the vast majority of our brothers did not die on the battlefield fighting the Japanese invaders, but died of disease."

"Yesterday, those old British scoundrels complained that we were dirty and that we were not gentlemanly enough. I was very angry, and Captain Wang was also very angry. I believe you are all very angry too."

"Although what they said was unpleasant, they were indeed right. We are indeed dirty."

"However, given our current situation, we can't get clean even if we want to, but we can still do a simple wash of our hands and face."

"Everyone knows Hua Tuo, right?"

"Know!"

"Hua Tuo once said that diseases come from the mouth. Many fatal diseases enter our bodies through our mouths, destroying the original balance of our bodies and causing illness."

"So, starting today, I won't require you to clean up every day, but at least wash your hands before eating and after going to the bathroom."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

"Listen clearly!"

In the past few days, Wang Zhong and Long Wenjian have established extremely high prestige among this group of cannon fodder.

After a while, everyone lined up to wash up, and after being checked by Wang Zhong and the veterinarian, they let Snake Butt serve them food.

Due to the tight time schedule, the breakfast was naturally not rich, but it was still filling. It was a thick porridge made from rice, vegetables and about ten pounds of pork chopped into pieces.

Everyone had long smelled the fragrance wafting from the rice bucket, and they held their bowls and began to drink madly. Each person drank at least three large bowls of porridge, and finished all the five large buckets of porridge that Snake Butt had cooked early in the morning before daybreak.

Wang Zhong and veterinarian Hao brought porridge to the area where the wounded were accommodated.

Veterinarian Hao was concerned about his group of wounded soldiers, so early in the morning, as soon as it was light, he took Wang Zhong and brought the note from the old British scoundrel, and brought all the necessary medicines.

Before the meal, the veterinarian had already changed the medicine for several lightly injured soldiers. As for the seriously injured ones, Veterinarian Hao did not dare to move and waited until Wang Zhong finished his work before calling him to come over.

Milong was sitting next to Li Wula, holding a spoon and feeding Li Wula one spoonful at a time. If Li Wula was not a man, others would have thought that it was Milong's wife who was injured.

"That's enough! He is too seriously injured to eat too much at one time."

Seeing that Milong had already fed half a bowl of food, Wang Zhong hurriedly called him.

"Is there such a saying?" Milong was a little unconvinced.

Wang Zhong said: "If you don't believe me, just keep feeding."

With just one sentence, Milong was defeated.

Wang Zhong lifted Li Wula's clothes, untied the bandages wrapped around him, checked the wound, reapplied medicine, and fed him two anti-inflammatory pills given by the British before asking the veterinarian to help put on new bandages.

"How is it?" Seeing Wang Zhong packed up and stood up, Milong couldn't wait to ask.

"It's OK. Although the recovery is average, at least the situation hasn't gotten worse."

Hearing this, Milong immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had always bullied Li Wula and was even more harsh with his words, every time Li Wula was about to starve to death, he was the one who gave Li Wula a bite of food and saved him.

Li Wula was now shot three times, one in the thigh, one in the lower abdomen, and one in the chest. If he was unlucky and the bullet went two inches lower, he would really be dead.

Apart from Li Liansheng, there was only one seriously injured soldier who could still breathe, the others were all dead. Wang Zhong treated the wound of another one and handed the others over to the veterinarian, then called Milong out alone.

"What's wrong?" Milong only showed a different look when Li Wula was seriously injured and dying. Now that he heard that Li Wula was in good condition, he immediately returned to his nonchalant look.

"We'll be leaving in a few days!"

"Just go!" Milong said casually.

But he soon realized it, and met Wang Zhong's gaze and asked, "You mean, we don't take Li Wula with us?"

Wang Zhong did not answer Mi Long's question, but said: "Now the main force of the Japanese army is slowly gathering and intends to attack Nujiang River directly. With so many of us, we will definitely not escape the eyes of the Japanese scouts. We will definitely have to fight a lot of battles on our way back. In that case, we will definitely have a bumpy journey. I am worried that he can't stand this kind of bumpy ride and his injuries will worsen."

"We can't leave him alone at the airport, can we?" Milong became anxious, and his nonchalant temperament disappeared in an instant.

Wang Zhong said: "I didn't say not to take him. It's up to him to decide whether to take him or not. I told you this because I want you to be prepared."

Milong was silent. Actually, Milong was not stupid. On the contrary, he was very smart. It was just that he did not have a family background in learning like Meng Fanle, and he did not go to college. He could not recognize many big characters. Although he knew some truths, he did not know how to express them.

But his comprehension ability was still very good, and he also understood the meaning of Wang Zhong calling him out: if he took Li Liansheng with him, he would most likely die on the road, but if he didn't, he would have to stay at the airport. If they left, the old British scoundrels would either surrender or withdraw directly to India, and by then, what would await Li Liansheng might still be death.