Lin Yue glanced at him, walked to the chair behind the desk and sat down.

"On the other side of the river, in Heshun Town, there was a security chief from Peking named Meng. He had a Yuanxiang Study Room in his yard. I heard someone mention that he also had a Yuanxiang Study Room in his hometown in Peiping. One day I went to visit Meng.

The security chief wanted to inquire about the movements of the Japanese, and we started chatting later. He said that he had a son who was a soldier, his surname was Meng, his name was annoying, and he didn’t know where he was now, and he also had the letter sent home.

, I don’t know if I can receive it.”

Meng Fanglao stared at him: "Sir, you knew my parents were on the other side, why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you what you would do? Jump into the Nu River and swim across like a turtle?"

Meng Fan said: "You are so capable, why don't you pick them up?"

"Your father is a good caretaker. He has a big house to live in, food to eat, books to read, and flowers to grow. Why do you come here? Are you going to suffer with me?"

Meng was annoyed and speechless.

Putting aside the fact that he is on the east coast, comparing his parents' life in Heshun Town and Zenda, it is indeed better there.

"Then we can't let him work as a security guard for the Japanese."

Lin Yue said: "If he really helped the Japanese do bad things, the guerrillas would have kidnapped him long ago. Will they wait for you to cross the river to rescue people?"

"So, you arranged those people early in the morning?"

"I just ask them to pay attention to your parents' situation and help if conditions permit."

"You are really good at it. You can figure out everything. You can even predict my desertion. I am so impressed by you."

Lin Yue said: "You know, you are a bit messy, but you still have a sense of filial piety."

Meng Fanglai glared at him: "My Lord, you are not afraid of hanging out with those people..."

Lin Yue put his legs on the table: "As long as you are sincere in fighting the Japanese, you can make friends."

"Hey." Meng Fanla stood up and walked outside: "How many of our group are smarter than you, Lin? You are not afraid, so what do we have to worry about?"

"Well, the goose is gone too, you can go to sleep." Vet Hao stood up and left.

"Wait." Lin Yue took out two oil paper bags from his coat and stuffed them into the old man: "I brought these back from the county magistrate. You can eat them hot when you are hungry."

Veterinarian Hao opened it and took a look. There was half a roast chicken in an oil paper bag, and a pork knuckle stewed until pulpy in another oil paper bag.

"I know." He didn't refuse, put it in his bag and left.

Lin Yue walked to the folding bed and lay down, calling up the system menu.

Just after Zhong Bin arrived at the Jiqipo position, [Side Mission: Make Yu Xiaoqing Crazy] was successfully completed.

Now the mission has entered the third and final stage - defeating Yu Xiaoqing (psychological level).

It was a psychological defeat, not a martial arts defeat.

Lin Yue held his chin and thought for a while.

What is Yu Xiaoqing’s life goal?

To become a hero like Yue Pengju means that he must realize the fact that he is a mediocre person.

Looks like I'm going to have to endure some hardships.

…

Since Lin Yue came back, no one from the main force group has been to the open space behind Jiqi Slope. They all know that Yu Xiaoqing almost masturbated to the army commander. Even He Shuguang and Zhang Lixian's gang of lapdogs have stopped and they don't dare to find the cannon fodder.

trouble.

With money in his hand, Long Wenwen started talking again. This time he didn't have to give stockings or soap to the quartermaster's wife. Instead, he gave cigarettes and candies to the soldiers. Occasionally, he would take a sip from a bottle of Coke and ask them what they knew.

What is this?

The American happy time is unique to the Sichuan Army.

Yes, he started poaching Yu Xiaoqing again.

In the past, he tightened his belt and pretended to be rich, but now he is a local rich man who got rich overnight.

What treatment does the military give to the Sichuan Army?

Independent group!

Food, military pay, weapons and ammunition, etc. are all standard for independent regiments. However, the Sichuan regiment has only a few people in total, less than 900. To put it bluntly, they starved to death in the first few months, and Colonel Lin died of starvation after he returned.

It's late autumn again.

This year's harvest is good, and there are more smiles on the faces of the people in Zenda. Although Japanese military planes still occasionally come over to bomb, the gaps are getting longer and longer, and the amount of bombs dropped is getting smaller and smaller. On the other hand, our own army has continued to receive combat supplies from the United States.

After being transported to the front line, anyone with an online IQ knows that the situation of the little Japanese is not as good as one day at a time, and there is basically no possibility of fighting across the river.

On this day, Lin Yue got up early and took Kang Ya to the military headquarters. At noon, someone from the division headquarters asked Long Wenwen to come over. When Meng Fanlie and Milong came back from Zenda, they saw the empty space in front of the wooden house.

There was a military jeep on the ground with the stars and stripes hanging on it. There was a tent not far from the jeep, and a foreigner with a big nose, blue eyes and a bunch of chest hair was moving things inside.

There was also a bald man with a big beard sitting on a folding chair, writing and drawing in his diary with a Parker pen, completely ignoring that his colleagues were sweating profusely and most of the things in the trunk were still untouched.

Mi Long went to Bu La and others to inquire about the origins of the foreigners. Meng Fan went to Long Wen Zhang's room and learned what happened from his mouth.

After the first lady returned from her visit to the United States, the United States not only sent weapons and equipment, but also sent a group of American soldiers to help the Chinese army fight against the Japanese invaders. These two people were the liaison officers and armorers selected by Lin Yue for them.

Long Wenwen said that when he went to the division headquarters to pick up people, Zhang Lixian, Yu Zhi and the others looked at them strangely. He only found out the reason after returning to Jiqipo.

The foreigner's temper was so bad that he even gave up his room. The two of them remained unmoved and just set up a tent in front of them, as if they were not in conflict with each other.

Meng Fanxiao laughed at him for taking himself too seriously. After fighting in Myanmar for so long, he still didn’t understand? Mr. Renyang came here just for money. He never thought about getting together with a group of cannon fodder.

For things like winning over foreigners, it would be better to wait until Lin Yue comes back to deal with it.

Long Wenwen quit and forced Meng Fangli to mingle with foreigners. In his words, you can't rely on Colonel Lin for everything. Isn't there a boss here who can speak English? If you don't show off your knowledge,

If exposed to the sun, it will become moldy.

When the two of them were hurting each other, they started fighting outside.

Milong, bean cake, not spicy, kangya, clay egg... A group of people surrounded the armorer Alger Collins. It was not until Ayi fired a shot into the air that he frightened the group who could not distinguish between "let's go" and "mangy dog".

"Guy.

Meng Fan was helpless and even more ashamed because the first word his international friends learned when they came to the Cannon Fodder Corps was "mangy dog".

Lin Yue didn't come back that night, either because he was caught up in something or because Zhong Bin specially left him to stay at the military headquarters overnight.

In one night, Alger Collins, a cheerful guy, became familiar with the cannon fodder. Meng was annoyed by this armorer who had never been on the battlefield, let alone killed people, and just wanted to laugh and laugh through World War II.

A nickname, "Mr. National Assistance".

Alger Collins liked this group of Chinese friends he had just met. Unfortunately, his boss Arthur McLuhan didn't like them because the cannon fodder was too cavalier about weapons and didn't respect himself enough. He couldn't stand this group of Chinese friends.

The slovenliness, rudeness and laxity of savages.

The cannon fodder were dumbfounded and watched as they loaded the things they unloaded yesterday into the car one by one and prepared to leave Jiqipo.

While Arthur McLuhan was sitting in the car waiting for his soldiers with a sullen face, Kang Ya drove a jeep from the Wanglan Mountain position to Jiqi Slope and parked in front of the American jeep.
Chapter completed!