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

When Huang Zurong appeared before the fleeing soldiers, his expression was incredibly complex. He hadn't expected to encounter these people here; it was truly beyond his expectations.

"This brother is so young! To be a lieutenant colonel and regimental commander at such a young age, he must have a bright future ahead of him." Upon seeing Huang Zurong, the lieutenant colonel quickly stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

Huang Zurong did not answer, but looked at the other person quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"Ahem, well, it's like this. We are the Sichuan Army Regiment. My name is Long Wenzhang, and I am the regimental commander of this unit. Originally, my unit was ordered to fight in Burma, but the British army fled, and my unit was ambushed and routed to this place. Now the entire regiment is almost out of supplies. I hope you can help us out. When we return to China, I will definitely come to your door to express my gratitude." Long Wenzhang thought the other party was not fond of talking, so he kept rambling on and on.

After listening for a while, Huang Zurong picked at his ears and realized that the guy in front of him had only one goal: to trick him out of the supplies he had.

But this guy is really talkative; his little mouth can chatter on and on for a quarter of an hour without stopping.

"Are you tired? Want some water?" Huang Zurong saw the other person swallowing, clearly thirsty, and handed him the water bottle.

"Thank you. You can talk?" Long Wenzhang took the kettle and asked in surprise.

He originally thought the other person was mute.

If you can't speak, then why don't you speak?

"Of course, I'm not mute. I can agree to anything you say, but I have a question. Can you answer it?" Huang Zurong asked in return.

Upon hearing this, Long Wenzhang's face lit up with joy. He hadn't expected to be fooled so easily.

Judging from their well-organized structure, they must be a main force with plenty of supplies.

With these supplies, he could lead the defeated soldiers home, so he naturally wouldn't refuse Huang Zurong's question.

"Are you really the regimental commander of this unit?" Huang Zurong asked the other person directly.

"I happen to know someone named Long Wenzhang, about your age, but he's just a quartermaster lieutenant in the supply depot, in charge of shoe insoles and socks. Do you know him?"

Huang Zurong's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, stunning Long Wenzhang and causing his body to tremble involuntarily. He had been exposed.

That shouldn't be happening!

You don't even know the other person!

If he knew the person, he wouldn't dare to stand up and deceive so openly.

"Ahem, I don't know him." Long Wenzhang could only cover up his embarrassment; he would never admit it under any circumstances.

"Oh? You don't recognize him? If I remember correctly, wasn't your regiment's leader Yu Xiaoqing? How come he's dead?" Huang Zurong looked at the other person with a half-smile.

Damn it, the imposter has met the real deal?

Long Wenzhang was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that his first attempt at deception would be exposed so quickly.

This was a truly awkward situation. If he admitted it, the crime would be serious—impersonating a superior officer would be a death sentence. So he had no choice but to deny it to the death.

"What? How long are you going to keep up this act? Long Wenzhang, you can fool those defeated soldiers, but don't try to put on airs in front of me. A quartermaster lieutenant who's just sorting socks dares to impersonate a lieutenant colonel. You've got some nerve." Huang Zurong was too lazy to keep up the act and exposed him without any mercy.

Now that we've encountered them, we can't let this defeated army go. Although they're just a bunch of cannon fodder, they're very experienced in combat, especially in escaping. With a little training, they could become an elite force.

Therefore, Huang Zurong had already marked this unit with his own mark in his mind.

The only problem to solve is Long Wenzhang right in front of us.

However, this guy was easy to deal with. He was just a quartermaster lieutenant, easy to handle. If it weren't for the fact that the guy was a talented individual, he would have just killed him to save himself the trouble.

"Ahem, how did you know, sir? I don't think I know you." Long Wenzhang was also helpless. He had originally planned to swindle some supplies so that he could successfully evacuate back to the country, but he didn't expect to be caught here.

When Long Wenzhang said these words, the defeated soldiers behind him were completely stunned.

Their leader was a fake?

Yu Xiaoqing is not dead?

Is this guy really that bold?

Meng Fan, especially, was completely dumbfounded. Had the young master actually been fooled?

Is he just a quartermaster lieutenant?

Strictly speaking, his status is even lower than that of a lieutenant like myself.

After all, he was an operations lieutenant, a position far higher than that of a quartermaster lieutenant.

"How is this possible? How could this guy be fake?"

"They actually deceived our feelings."

"Damn it, I trusted him so much."

The murmurs among the defeated soldiers grew louder, and Long Wenzhang's expression also turned grim; he truly hadn't expected things to develop this way.

"You don't need to know me, it's enough that I know you. Although you're impersonating an officer, your intentions are good. You just want to take these defeated soldiers home." In Huang Zurong's eyes, Long Wenzhang's behavior was nothing. Perhaps at first he just wanted to fool a group of defeated soldiers into following him back to the country so that he could use them as cannon fodder at any time.

However, it must be admitted that he did lead a large number of people back to China, while many more remained at Nantianmen.

Ultimately, it's all about surviving, so there's nothing to criticize.

"I'll take care of the supplies you're lacking. I only have one request: from now on, you will all be incorporated into my troops. Anyone object?" Huang Zurong said to the routed soldiers in front of him, ignoring Long Wenzhang standing to the side.

Upon hearing this, the militia soldiers beside him all raised their guns and loaded them.

The meaning is clear: if you object, then sorry, don't blame us for being ruthless.

Because they knew that forcibly incorporating them would definitely result in resistance, and the best way was to hold them at gunpoint, which would surely make them agree.

That's the truth. When the dark muzzle of a gun is pointed at their foreheads, who dares to object?

After all, everyone is still thinking about going back to China; there's no need to go against them.

Seeing that no one spoke, Huang Zurong automatically assumed that they had all agreed, and his smile widened.

comfortable!

They recruited over a hundred more people, and this batch was noticeably of slightly higher quality.

"Since no one objects, from now on you are my subordinates. Men, give them food." Huang Zurong waved his hand and said with great arrogance.

Immediately afterwards, large quantities of supplies, including canned fruit, beef jerky, and chocolate, were distributed to the defeated soldiers.

Looking at the supplies in their hands, these defeated soldiers felt like they were dreaming.

"Is this real?" Many defeated soldiers slapped themselves in the face, fearing it was a dream.