Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 107 I used to be worse than a prisoner of war

The nickname "Dead!" still fell on Long Wenjian. As for Wang Zhifei, he still doesn't have a nickname.

Maybe, but Wang Zhifei didn't hear it.

……

Wang Zhifei and his team had a very regular schedule during this period, and with the advice of Long Wenjian, they avoided a lot of trouble.

At this moment, they finally arrived at their destination, Mandalay.

Wang Zhifei held a telescope and looked at the Mandalay airport. There was a battle going on here, a battle between Xiao Gaga and the Allied forces.

Little Gaga is bombarding the Allied positions with artillery, and the little Gaga in the trench is ejecting bullets. It looks like it's time to launch a charge.

"Everyone! Get ready!"

Wang Zhifei gave the order.

"Boom boom boom..."

The little rattle of artillery fire began to extend.

"Kill him!"

Little Gaga jumped out of the trench and started charging!
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"Long Wenjian, take half of the men and go around to take down their artillery positions. The rest of the men, use submachine guns instead of pistols if possible, and pistols instead of rifles if possible.

Prepare to charge!"

"Kill!"

The Allied forces were beaten back step by step. At this time, Wang Zhifei rushed out and directly attacked Xiao Gaga's central army.

"Da da da..." Milong opened fire first.

"Oh!"

Meng Fanle was not bad at all, but his shooting skills were pretty good. With a shot from a distance, he directly put out the fire from the heavy machine gun that had not yet turned around.

The assistant gunner pulled the main gunner aside, then grabbed the machine gun and was about to fire.
"boom!"

Wang Zhifei's fragmentation mine exploded in the air, so there was no need to worry about the chief and the deputy, as they were all turned into minced meat.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

With Wang Zhifei's body, when he threw a grenade, it was like a small cannon. It hit wherever he pointed, and the little guy was dizzy.

"Boom..."

The explosion was like an earthquake, and both the enemy and us stopped our actions at the same time.

Long Wenjian succeeded, and that was the sound of the artillery shell exploding.

"This loser, all those cannons just exploded like that? What a loser!
Long Wenjian, if you don't get me a deputy officer's sword this time, I will punish you and Kang Ya to live together."

Living with Kang Ya is simply the nightmare of all the cannon fodders. This guy has been asking people to borrow things for a long time, but he still hasn't changed his habit of asking people to borrow things. He has now developed a very unethical way of borrowing things.
When he is half asleep, he asks you to borrow something. Who knows what he is asking?
Then, when you wake up the next morning, you will find that except for your underpants, all other things have been borrowed by Kang Ya.

"Go, go, if you can catch Yang Liulang, you can drink the noodle soup if you can't!"

Long Wenjian came up from behind.

As soon as Xiao Gaga rushed into the Allied frontline position, Wang Zhifei led his men to rush in.

The AA-12 appeared in Wang Zhifei's hands, and the name of the trench broom was not given for nothing.

"Boom! Boom..."

The trench was not a straight line, but an M shape. With a shotgun, a distance of trenches could be cleared with one shot. Soon, Wang Zhifei wiped out the group of little quacks.

"Everyone, clean up the battlefield, shoot those who are still alive, and see if there is a lieutenant's sword. If there is, bring it to me immediately."

When Long Wenjian charged just now, his merit points increased, which must be because he caught a big fish.

While we were cleaning up the battlefield, there was movement at the Allied forces' last main position.

The leader was holding a white flag, and behind him was a group of people beating drums, playing music and marching towards him in step.

"What are they doing? Why is there no coffin for the funeral?" Milong was looking for machine gun bullets when he looked up and saw this group of Allied forces surrendering.

"Brother Milong, how do you know they are attending a funeral?" Doubing came over and asked.

"Isn't it obvious? There were music and banners, but no coffin. But maybe their customs are different from ours, so the coffin might have been buried first."

Milong answered seriously.

"Brother Milong, you are so amazing. You even know this." Doubing admired him very much.

Meng was annoyed listening to the two people talking nonsense seriously: "Hey Milong, you are just playing the erhu in the City God Temple - nonsense.

If we don't understand, we can just find a deserted place and squint there. Return the flag. It's a white flag of surrender.

But these masters are really arrogant. They even beat drums and gongs to surrender. However, they made a mistake. This is the first time I have seen them surrender to the Allies. I don't know how our commander will deal with it. "

Mysterious Dragon...

Why are you waving the banner if it's not a funeral?
Milong stubbornly believed that it was the flag and did not accept any objection.

What could Wang Zhifei do? Of course he would accept their surrender. As for the consequences of accepting the surrender of the Allied Forces,
I didn't know they were allies, so how could I know what the consequences would be? Besides, if I didn't accept your surrender with such fanfare and sincerity, wouldn't it be a bit rude?

"We surrender! We have the right to demand the treatment of Convention prisoners of war..."

The Allied forces said a lot of nonsense, and were very afraid that Wang Zhifei would give them a volley of bullets.

Wang Zhifei jumped out with an AA-12. Ayi next to him wanted to grab him, but he was afraid that the Allies would cheat, so he failed to catch him.

Fraud? If they knew this, they wouldn't be beaten like grandsons by others.

"I accept your surrender. All of you lay down your guns to avoid unnecessary casualties. I give you the right to choose a prisoner-of-war camp. You can choose your own prisoner-of-war camp.

Additionally, I require you to repair a long-range aircraft and dig trenches."

Several people discussed for a while, and then the one who waved the white flag just now spoke up: "We agree to dig trenches and repair aircraft, but we need to follow the convention~
The working hours should not exceed eight hours a day, with one day off a week and corresponding salary. If there is no salary, we require at least one cup of coffee a day.

I am from the Royal Guards, so I request to hold a cocktail party in my name every month and invite the heads of both sides to attend..."

Wang Zhifei...

Fuck you, they still work eight hours a day, have Sundays off, and give you coffee? And they even hold a cocktail party for you?
Are you a prisoner of war? If you are a prisoner of war, what am I when I deliver food? A slave? A slave of money?
However, Wang Zhifei recalled the terms of the convention and it seemed that except for the cocktail party, the rest were normal terms of the convention.

The convention also stipulates that if supplies are in short supply, prisoners of war will be paid wages, which must be enough to cover their three meals a day and normal expenses.

Wang Zhifei...

Well, I'm a slave!
"I agree to the conditions you proposed." Wang Zhifei said.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir. You are a true gentleman. It is already dark today. I think you should trust my promise as a gentleman as well. Perhaps we can set the surrender date for tomorrow so that it is not too hasty."

"Okay! But we need you to fix the plane right away!"

"It's a matter of reciprocity, as you wish!" The "gentleman" bowed and went back.

(End of this chapter)