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

"Ugh, why are they suddenly being so nice to us? Are they going to use us as cannon fodder?" For these defeated soldiers, being fed banana leaves would probably make them feel at ease, meaning that if they encountered danger, they could run away immediately without having to take too much responsibility.

After all, with such a low monthly salary, why risk your life?

But the supplies they're giving us now are far too abundant.

Even the Central Army probably doesn't receive this kind of treatment, which is why they suspect that eating so well means there might be some kind of tough battle waiting for them later.

"I don't know." Meng Fan was in a bad mood at the moment. He didn't expect that he could be fooled by someone. It was a disgrace, so he couldn't be bothered to talk to others.

"Forget about all that, let's fill our stomachs first. Even if we die, we'd rather starve to death."

Hearing this, the other defeated soldiers stopped talking and began to wolf down their food.

"It smells so good." Before he could even swallow the beef jerky, he stuffed a can of fruit into his mouth, followed by the opening of a chocolate bar. Just like he said before, even if he were to die, he couldn't be a starving ghost.

In reality, they were overthinking it; there was no tough battle waiting for them.

"Why do these people look like starving ghosts? How many days has it been since they've eaten?" The other soldiers in the militia couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement at the sight.

"This must be the first time they've had such good food."

"Possibly, after all, there's no shortage of edible tree bark and wild vegetables in this jungle."

The defeated soldiers ignored the discussions and continued eating with their heads down.

After they finished eating, they were given new military uniforms.

Not only that, but weapons were also issued at the same time.

"Is a war about to break out?" The defeated soldiers were also very aware that they were indebted to those who provided them with food and weapons, so they must be told to fight.

"War? What kind of war?" The lieutenant in charge of distributing weapons and uniforms was stunned. He had not received any orders to fight.

"If there's no fighting, why are they distributing weapons and food?" The defeated soldiers were dumbfounded and asked in return.

Upon hearing this, the lieutenant realized that these people had misunderstood and thought that distributing supplies and weapons was a way to send them to their deaths.

"Alright, don't overthink it. There's no war going on, and we won't use you as cannon fodder. Relax." The lieutenant explained again and then continued to have weapons and equipment distributed.

When it was Meng Fan's turn, he saw that the other person was wearing the rank of lieutenant, so he stepped forward and saluted. Then, seeing that the other person was walking with a limp, he took the initiative to speak.

"Sir, are you injured? Should I take you to the medical station to get some medicine?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Fan was taken aback and was about to refuse when the veterinarian next to him spoke up for him.

"Sir, he was stabbed in the buttock by a Japanese bayonet; ordinary medicine won't do much good."

"Don't worry, the medical team has everything. They'll definitely be able to cure your ass," the lieutenant explained with a smile. Their medical team had all sorts of miracle drugs that could cure any disease.

Of course, this is just his personal opinion.

"Really?" Meng Fan was still very concerned about the injury on his buttocks. After all, if he didn't get treatment, he would really become a cripple, and he certainly couldn't accept being a cripple.

The thought of being called a cripple by Long Wenzhang before made his anger rise a little more.

That son of a bitch not only lied to me, but also called me a cripple. I'll definitely beat him up next time I see him.

"Of course, your problem isn't serious, it can definitely be cured. Among the defeated soldiers we recruited before, those with injuries and bullet wounds were all healed." The lieutenant glanced at his wound and, based on his limited experience, judged that it should be treatable.

Upon hearing this, Meng Fan was immediately in a good mood and happily followed the other party toward the location of the medical team.

On the other side, Huang Zurong was staring at the map, studying the route. According to his memory, at this time, the 200th Division should have been ambushed by two Japanese battalions at Langke (Xibao-Mogu Highway), suffering heavy losses, with a large number of officers killed in action, and Division Commander Dai Anlan also seriously wounded.

Therefore, the current option is to force a march straight to the Langko area, rescue the 200th Division, and take the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the Japanese army.

Fortunately, the morale of the troops was relatively good, the organization was relatively intact, and non-combat casualties were few.

The main reason was the timely logistical support. Every soldier had beef jerky and various canned chocolates and other high-calorie dry rations. As long as they weren't hungry, their morale wouldn't drop, which was the source of Huang Zurong's confidence.

The only thing that worried him was the defeated soldiers. Because they had only been with the army for a short time, their loyalty was zero. They were only temporarily won over by the abundant supplies. If they were to fight to the death, they would probably run away immediately. So Huang Zurong's plan for them was to follow the reserve team and just stay quiet and not cause trouble.

"He wants to see me?" Just as Huang Zurong was thinking about how to rescue the 200th Division, a subordinate's words disrupted his thoughts. Huang Zurong was somewhat surprised to learn that Long Wenzhang wanted to see him.

"Yes."

"Fine, let him come over." Huang Zurong didn't have much prejudice against Long Wenzhang. After all, they were just a group of pitiful people who only wanted to survive. So he didn't restrict the other's freedom. He just assigned him to logistics and let him go back to his old job.

"Commander, are you going to rescue the 200th Division?" Long Wenzhang asked with a forced smile as soon as they met.

"What? What brilliant idea do you have?" Huang Zurong did not hide the fact that he was going to rescue the 200th Division, so he was not surprised by Long Wenzhang's words.

"I wouldn't call it a brilliant insight, but isn't this approach a bit off?" Long Wenzhang quickly said.

"What do you want to say?" Huang Zurong knew that the other party hadn't contacted him to talk about this.

"Here's the thing, I think there's a problem with this route, especially after rescuing the 200th Division. Are we going to continue crossing the primeval forest? I know you, Commander, have plenty of supplies, but there must be a lot of wounded in the 200th Division, and the journey back home is still very long. Your supplies definitely won't last long." Long Wenzhang's concerned expression made Huang Zurong almost burst out laughing.

"Are you trying to persuade me not to go to the rescue? And to just change course and go back to China, right?"

"Ahem, that's what I mean." Long Wenzhang scratched his head, not expecting that his purpose had been seen through.

"Are you that afraid of death?" Huang Zurong asked curiously.

"Commander, it's better to live a miserable life than to die, especially in this foreign land. If you die, you'll just be a wandering ghost, unable to even go home," Long Wenzhang said helplessly, spreading his hands.