The War of Resistance: From Overseas Chinese Mechanics to King of Nanyang

"Ah, this feels so good. Even dragon liver and phoenix gall couldn't compare." Inside the dilapidated thatched hut, Chen Shunwen put down his bowl and chopsticks, rubbed his round belly, and sighed with satisfaction. The others showed the same expression.

"You're talking like you've eaten it yourself?" Huang Zurong glanced at him, then looked at Liang Wenbin, who was pale-faced, and asked with concern.

"How are you? Has your fever gone down?"

This guy was attacked by Japanese bombers while transporting gasoline some time ago and suffered minor injuries. He could have retreated to the rear with the convoy to recuperate, but the other side refused, insisting that he stay at his post.

As a result of the lack of timely medication and wound treatment, an infection occurred. Before Huang Zurong transmigrated, the other party was already delirious from the fever.

If Huang Zurong hadn't bought fever reducers and antibiotics in time, this guy would probably have gone to see his great-grandmother long ago.

"Yes, I've withdrawn. Thank you, Brother Rong. If it weren't for you, I probably would have lost my life long ago." Although Liang Wenbin looked a little pale, his voice was still strong. He then said with concern.

"Brother Rong, these medicines must be very expensive, right?"

Before the advent of penicillin, the mortality rate from wound infections was consistently high, and even with sulfonamides, there was no guarantee that the wounded would survive.

The medicine that Huang Zurong took out started to reduce fever and alleviate symptoms after only one day of use; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a miracle drug.

Therefore, Liang Wenbin knew very well that such a miraculous drug must be very expensive.

But Huang Zurong waved his hand dismissively: "No matter how expensive it is, can it be more precious than your life?"

These words moved Liang Wenbin to tears.

"Besides, I promised Wenhui I would take good care of his younger brother. If something happens to you, how can I face him?"

Wenhui, whom Huang Zurong mentioned, is Liang Wenbin's older brother. He was mainly responsible for transporting medicines to the front line and supporting front-line medical care. Since the two were both members of the seventh batch of Nanyang Overseas Chinese Mechanics, they became friends on their way back to China and formed a deep friendship. Therefore, when Huang learned that Liang Wenbin was his friend's younger brother, he took extra care of him.

Therefore, influenced by the original owner of the body, Huang Zurong, who had transmigrated, naturally could not stand by and watch his friend's younger brother lose his life.

I gritted my teeth and bought the medicine, risking my life.

"Alright, don't think too much about it, just take good care of yourself." Seeing that the other person still wanted to say something, Huang Zurong patted the other person's shoulder, signaling him not to think too much about it.

"Brother Rong, we've been transporting supplies for two years now, so why are we still suffering setbacks?" Chen Shunwen suddenly blurted out after letting out a burp.

In fact, it wasn't just him; many people present didn't understand why the front lines were still suffering repeated defeats despite their efforts to transport supplies.

To transport these supplies, many of their companions braved the rugged mountain roads and the dangers of Japanese bombing, working around the clock, and many lost their precious lives in the mountains.

Every day, they had only one thing on their minds: to transport more supplies so that the soldiers on the front lines could win the battle. They even saved their own rations so that the soldiers on the front lines could have an extra bite to eat.

Even so, news of defeats still came from time to time, to the point that their enthusiasm had been worn down to the limit.

In the past, Chen Shunwen would never have complained like this; he would have just eaten and slept, then continued his frantic transport of supplies. Now that he dares to speak up, it seems he really can't hold back anymore.

"Have you ever heard the saying?" Huang Zurong paused for a moment, then slowly said.

"What?" Everyone looked at each other blankly, waiting for what was to come.

"The situation is critical at the front, while we eat our fill at the rear." Huang Zurong sighed and uttered this sentence in a gloomy tone.

The people present were stunned for a moment, then shook their heads, indicating that it was absolutely impossible.

Huang Zurong seemed to have already guessed this, so he didn't bother to explain.

They will only believe these things are true if they see them with their own eyes.

"Brother Rong, are you telling the truth?" Chen Shunwen suddenly asked at this moment.

"What do you think?" Huang Zurong asked in return.

"I don't know. I don't think it's true. The front lines are already so difficult. Don't these people back home feel any guilt?" Chen Shunwen hesitated for a moment, still finding it somewhat unbelievable.

Huang Zurong couldn't help but laugh at these words, realizing that the person was still too naive.

He was also planning to go to the Kunming black market to sell a batch of supplies for some money, and he wanted to take the kid with him so that he could broaden his horizons and see where all the supplies they had worked so hard to transport had gone.

"Seeing is believing. I'm going to Kunming soon, why don't you come with me?" Huang Zurong said, taking the opportunity to express his idea.

Upon hearing this, Chen Shunwen was stunned for a moment, recalling what the other party had said earlier. So this was what they were waiting for him.

"No problem, there's a transport truck going to Kunming today." Chen Shunwen didn't ask any more questions and agreed.

Before long, several trucks loaded with supplies appeared at the transfer station in Xiaguan (Dali), where they replenished their water and fuel supplies before heading to their next destination.

Along the way, Huang Zurong fully experienced just how bad the infrastructure in Yunnan Province was. When he got off the car, even with his original body's good physical condition, he felt like he was about to fall apart. His legs were weak and he couldn't stand up at all, and his stomach was churning.

Fortunately, he didn't vomit, which saved him some face.

Chen Shunwen, standing beside him, wasn't much better off; his face was also very pale, and he was covering his mouth.

"You have to resist the urge, those instant noodles are really expensive." Looking at the other person's expression, Huang Zurong couldn't help but tease him.

As expected, upon hearing this, Chen Shunwen covered his mouth even tighter and kept forcing himself to swallow.

Huang Zurong felt a chill run down his spine; this guy was truly ruthless.

"Why don't you just throw it up?" Huang Zurong couldn't help but advise.

To everyone's surprise, the other person shook their head frantically, suppressing the urge to vomit, and slowly returned to normal.

"Food is precious and should not be wasted." Chen Shunwen finally managed to say this when he was able to speak, which immediately earned him a thumbs up from Huang Zurong.

"Brother Rong, where is the black market you mentioned?" Only then did Chen Shunwen have time to observe his surroundings and discover that Jinri Building was not far away. The reason he recognized it at first glance was because he had been here several times before.

"Could it be here?"

"Where do you think the black market is? Is it underground?" Huang Zurong asked rhetorically.

"That's not it either. The key is, isn't this the place we've been visiting recently? Could it really be here? That's incredibly audacious!" Chen Shunwen looked incredulous. He had been here many times before and had never discovered that this was a black market.