Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 108 The next day

"I'm tired. Go get Lao Di. The rest of you will consolidate the position. Long Wenjian and Shepizi will go receive the supplies and cook a delicious meal.

I have been eating compressed biscuits and canned Little Gaga food for so many days, I am almost like a canned food. "

Wang Zhifei complained.

Long Wenjian...

You're still like a canned food, eating that braised donkey meat every day as if I didn't see it.

At this time, Meng Fanle came over and said, "Commander, I have to remind you that they are the Allied Forces. Will you accept their surrender?
Don’t be afraid of trouble when the time comes!

They will sue.”

"Who? The Allies? It was so dark, how could I see what it was? I thought it was Little Gaga.

If someone surrenders sincerely and I don’t accept it, wouldn’t that be impolite?

Besides, Meng Quezi, haven't you heard a saying? The more you know, the faster you die. Hurry up and do your work. "

Wang Zhifei picked up a bullet shell and threw it at Meng Fanle.

Long Wenjian...

I used to think you were quite shameless, but now I realize that you really have no shame at all and you pretend not to know.

However, this is a really good idea. Long Wenjian had dealt with them before in the military supply department: these gentlemen were like asking for their lives when they got some military supplies.

It's like someone is reselling their military supplies. How stingy.

Blowing up military supplies and surrendering was quite smooth, it was just like the wolves eating without seeing it, and the dogs eating without seeing it…

It feels like I scolded myself.

……

Most of the small Gaga troops around went to besiege the 96th Division. The other divisions just killed a group of soldiers at most. The commander of the 96th Division was still there, and he was a big fish in their eyes.

The remaining little quacks were to mop up the scattered 200th Division. As for fighting the Allied forces, it was just a matter of picking grass and hunting rabbits.

After all, the fighting capacity of these gentlemen of the Allied Forces was not as decent as theirs. Except for the time when they surrendered, they still maintained the decency of gentlemen, but the rest were not decent at all.

After a busy night, the attack that Wang Zhifei was worried about did not come. He did not go to bed until dawn.

At noon, Wang Zhifei was awakened by the aroma of food. He stretched and saw Long Wenjian's big face, smiling at him.

"Commander, are you awake? Something has happened. Look..."

"What happened?" Wang Zhifei asked.

"That's what happened..."

It turned out that in the morning, when the Allied forces came out to wash up, they accidentally discovered that the "enemy" in the trench was actually wearing Allied clothes. They rubbed their eyes and found that they were indeed Allied clothes.

So, this group of gentleman soldiers hurried back to report to their superiors. Their superiors didn't believe it at first, and then they became angry. He was ashamed of their behavior yesterday.

So he ran over angrily and wanted to argue with Wang Zhifei. Long Wenjian saw that this was not okay and hurried to stop him.

Anyway, no one could understand what they were saying except the commander, Meng Fanle and Lao Di. Even if Lao Di understood, he couldn't communicate with us.

Long Wenjian pretended not to hear anything. As long as they dared to come out, he would fire a volley of bullets at them, blocking them in the house, and then quickly took away the supplies.

Snake Butt even waved a kitchen knife and drove away the Allied chef who came to get supplies. "That's it! Ask Ayi to come over. Also, go to the supply warehouse and find a few portable telegraphs. If you don't know what a portable telegraph is, go find Ayi."

Wang Zhifei washed his face and ate his breakfast slowly and methodically. Forget about the bottle of red wine next to him, as he still had to compete with the old gentleman in a while.

After dinner, Ayi and Long Wenjian came over carrying telegraph machines.

"Duanzao!"

"Well! Sit down. Can you send a plain text telegram?"

"Commander, I learned this in the officers' training camp, and I got an A in the communications class. I'm proficient in all forms of communication, including telegraph, sign language, and flag language," Ayi said with his chest puffed out.

"Okay! Now you are the commander of the communications battalion of my 115th Regiment."

"Yes! Commander! Commander, how many people are there in the communications battalion?" As the first battalion commander of the cannon fodder regiment, Ayi was very proud and asked shyly.

There are two of us in total, you are the battalion commander, and Long Wenjian is the part-time deputy battalion commander.

"what?"

Two people in one camp? One of them is a part-timer? This camp is the fly of flies, right?
"What? Come with me to negotiate with the old gentleman later! Long Wenjian, call Meng Fanle and ask him to translate for you. You should also learn something. I will take care of everything. What's the point of having you as the deputy head of the group?"

Soon, the group of four went to meet the leader of the Allied forces, the guy who surrendered yesterday. His name was John, a very common name.

"…You are nothing more than a thief! A robber! A barbarian!"

Wang Zhifei sat there calmly, his mind wandering, while John was speaking passionately and excitedly, spitting everywhere.

Those who knew knew that John surrendered, while those who didn’t thought it was Wang Zhifei who surrendered.

Meng Fanle translated quietly from behind: "It was this old gentleman who said that our commander did not handle things properly yesterday. He even agreed to surrender after discovering that it was the Allied Forces.

They were scolding our leader, calling him a thief, a robber, a barbarian, and Othello.

Oh, that Othello is a black man, meaning unclean and dirty!
This is strange. Our leader is not such an easy-going person. How could he tolerate such scolding from this old gentleman? "

"Swearing? If the king insults his subjects, they will die. We can't just listen to this..."

A Yi immediately got angry out of admiration for Wang Zhifei. The old gentleman had indeed gone too far to make this dull boy angry.

"Are you done?" Wang Zhifei asked as he saw John taking a break.

"No!" said John.

"Then please continue. Oh, by the way, your name is John, right? John seems to mean God's mercy, but judging from your appearance, God's mercy seems a little off.

Moreover, you are truly a brave warrior as you still have such strength without having breakfast. In that case, you and your men should continue to starve.

Hunger can keep a clear mind. You should be hungry for a while to empty your stomach. When your stomach is empty, your brain will be full. "

Wang Zhifei said.

Meng Fanle's simultaneous translation also began. After the translation, Meng Fanle began to express his own views: "Our group leader was a bit mean. He meant to say that the old gentleman's head was a toilet. After cleaning his stomach, his head was full. But it seems that the old gentleman didn't hear it."

"He deserves to be scolded. If you don't know, you might think it was our regimental commander who surrendered to him. He was so loud and proud when he surrendered, but now he is so angry because he surrendered wrongly. What kind of person is he? In Milong's words: what a bunch of bastards!"

This old gentleman could even make Ayi curse, it seems they really went too far.

(End of this chapter)