Meng Fanlian saw a jeep driving on the mountain road flanking them. It made sharp turns on the not-so-wide mountain road. The British driver lost his accuracy in order to avoid the obstacle in the woods.
The cannonballs banged and hit the target very far away, it looked like a joke.
But despite this, the defeated soldiers could also feel the panicked look of the driver, who was trying his best to avoid the Japanese shells.
They watched from the position.
Kang Ya asked in confusion: "What are they hiding from? We can't blow them up. They jumped all the way and they didn't come here long ago."
Kaname said: "Who knows, maybe they are afraid of death and think they won't be bombed if they walk around."
Veterinarian Hao said: "I said this is the first time that this British ally has come to our position."
Long Wenwen stood up and looked into the distance and said: "That's right. The veterinarian is right, you must be polite and treat yourself as a distinguished guest. My delegation and I have been thinking about their Vickers cannons for a long time, every day.
Go to our position and make one or two bases."
Veterinarian Hao was a little depressed, because Die La Die La was calling him a vet invisibly, and the other soldiers called him a veterinarian mostly as a joke. Meng Fanglia suppressed a smile and patted Veterinary Hao on the shoulder, taking it as comfort.
While observing the movements of the British, Kang Ya said: "It's over, it's over, I can't hold it anymore, I'm going to have diarrhea. By the way, bother, you said before that they haven't had a war for a long time? Tsk tsk, this probably doesn't matter.
Have you been in a war? I’m going to jump out of the car, one, two, three.”
Kang Ya, the deputy platoon seat of the front transport company, could see further than them here. The small hand cannon kept exploding around the British jeep. Along with the fierce bombardment and continuous earthquakes, the rolled up soil was a constant test.
Taking advantage of the driver's courage, he finally couldn't resist and kicked the car off, threw down the commander who was sitting in the car, jumped out of the car and ran away. Fortunately, his gentlemanly demeanor allowed him to turn around and help the old gentleman commander.
After getting off the car, he went around to the other side and picked up an exquisite briefcase, which seemed to contain a document. He hurried past the old man to their position.
Xia Yuan raised his head and looked unmoved, but Long Wenwen shouted loudly before the two British guys rushed to him: "Appearance! Military power! Do you want to support artillery fire? It will be comfortable for them to take pictures."
, will give us artillery support."
He took the lead in sorting out the rags on his body, and the other defeated soldiers followed suit. A few of the naked soldiers put on their clothes in a hurry, covering their dark bodies.
What Meng Fangliao was wearing was really weird, so Ah Yi reminded him: "This is not how military uniforms are worn."
He also buttoned up the opening on Meng Fangli's clothes all the way to the collar, which was so tight that Meng Fangli couldn't get through. Meng Fangli looked like he was hanging himself, and saw Long Wenwen turned around and shouted to Xia Yuan:
"Gentlemen, please wait, I will take them to pick up these two gentlemen."
For Long Wenwen, the British who have supplies are a piece of cake. If you flatter them, you can get artillery support. This kind of flattery can be given to Long Wenwen as much as he wants. After all, it is more effective than the heavy fire support that the defeated army is in short supply.
If you attack the enemy, how much face is worth?
If Xia Yuan was asked to curry favor, he really couldn't do it. In the battlefield to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, the British also participated in the war. Although they did not send troops, they supported the U.S. and South Korean troops with a lot of supplies to fight against the volunteers. Therefore, Xia Yuan
He doesn't have a good impression of these foreigners. If they weren't allies during the Expeditionary Force, Xia Yuan would have given them a few peanuts and robbed them of all the supplies. Not to mention asking him to curry favor with these foreign devils, he
I really can’t do it, so I can just leave this kind of thing to Long Wenwen.
Long Wenwen said half-truthfully to Meng Fannie: "Think of your words quickly. If you can move the old gentleman to hug you and kiss you, you will be a lieutenant immediately!"
Meng Fan's mouth twitched and he said bitterly: "Anyone who wants to take advantage of you will not end well."
After several battles, the defeated soldiers did not seem to recognize Long Wenwen on the surface, but they basically recognized Long Wenwen in their hearts, just like when they were in the shelter, the defeated soldiers always subconsciously recognized Xia Yuan.
Long Wenwen laughed loudly: "Am I not poor? People want to take advantage of me. How is that possible?"
Ayi turned around and looked: "Where is our group leader?"
Meng Fan said: "Shh, our leader doesn't want to see these British guys."
Ayi stopped talking. Meng Fanglia could see Xia Yuan's disgust towards these British guys from Xia Yuan's eyes. Although he didn't know what happened, Meng Fangliao speculated that it was probably these British guys who did it.
The incident made their group leader angry, so it was no wonder that Long Wenwen was asked to come to see this old gentleman. There was a reason. After all, Long Wenwen was notoriously thick-skinned and shameless.
Accompanied by Long Wenwen's laughter, the defeated soldiers lined up and stood at the entrance of the position, trying their best to show their best and most spiritual side to this group of British allies. They watched the driver holding the old gentleman's breathless
Climb up.
Meng Fanglia started to think wildly as he looked at the old gentleman. They were like fruit sellers on the roadside, trying their best to bring all the good ones to the entrance of the camp.
As soon as the old gentleman and the driver climbed up to the position, Meng Fanlao began to think of words, "The most respected, dear sir, the glorious warrior who never sets on the sun, your majesty, the emperor" and other words that are beyond words.
They were about to emerge. The firepower of the defeated troops was acceptable, but they really needed artillery support. The Sichuan Army Corps was already in a terrible state. Even though it looked glamorous, in fact it was almost at the end of its rope.
The old gentleman finally walked up, holding the briefcase in his arms. But when he saw him coming, the defeated soldiers saluted in unison, and Meng Fan rushed forward with a quick step. This was what he thought he was going to do.
The best time, there was no lame movement at all.
"Dearest Sir..."
The old gentleman opened his eyes angrily. His usual gentleness was no longer there. Without even taking a breath, he threw the document in his hand as if it were a grenade, followed by a blast of artillery shells more powerful than the Japanese devils.
Language bombing:
"Fcuk! Who are you? Which country's army? You don't exist at all! Your so-called Sichuan regiment has returned to your country! Along with your regiment leader, I can no longer remember his weird name
, but I know that he is definitely not the beggar and liar in front of me! You are a group of non-existent people, who are you? Which tribe is the leader of this Fool King of Paris? The young gentleman stared at me."
Such fierce words made Meng Fangliao and a group of people around him stunned. The defeated soldiers could not understand what the old gentleman in front of them said, but they could tell from his words that the old gentleman in front of them was
Very angry, and Meng Fan could hear what he said. He froze on the spot, not even picking up the documents thrown by the other party, and letting the documents scatter on the ground. The documents were recorded with dense English words.
, the above is what the old gentleman asked the superior of the expeditionary force for confirmation.
Obviously, the Sichuan regiment in front of them has not been recognized by their superiors.
The old gentleman said angrily: "I must take back all the supplies that have been taken away from your area! Immediately! All of them!"
The old gentleman gasped and looked at the stunned Meng Fangliao and the group of defeated soldiers in front of him. He tried his best to calm down the anger in his heart and said in a very gentle tone: "I'm sorry for not being able to insist on being like you."
Communicate like a gentleman, but this is really shameless. Young gentlemen, everything you have now, guns, bullets, grenades, not even the clothes on your body, not even a button, should belong to you."
This gentle tone hit Meng Fan even more. He looked at the corpses that had been carried down and arranged neatly by the defeated soldiers in the trench. Meng Fan forced his eyes to close, but his hands did not move for a moment.
After a pause, Meng Fanlian took off the rifle hanging from his shoulder, and then slammed the muzzle of the gun into the old gentleman's chest. Fortunately, there was no bayonet on the muzzle, otherwise the bayonet would have penetrated the old gentleman's body.
"Open your eyes and look at the corpses over there, and then look at us. Does it exist? Do we not exist? Is it possible that we are all fake? Okay, then I will use my non-existent finger to show you
How about a bullet that doesn’t exist? It’s a group of non-existent people like us guarding your noble airport that definitely exists, gentlemen who exist..."
The old gentleman had a pale face, but he stood tall for the dignity that must exist no matter what.
Meng Fanglia was swarmed by the defeated soldiers and got away. Meng Fanglia was struggling. When the defeated soldiers discovered that Meng Fanglia was struggling, they stepped on the scattered documents and supplies on the ground into the soil.
When they were inside, Meng Fan was left alone. The defeated soldiers always had such a tacit understanding.
The old gentleman took one last look at Meng Fanxiao's childish behavior, as if he was watching a mad dog digging in the dirt to bury his feces.
"I know I can't communicate rationally with you, and I apologize for using more extreme measures in the future."
After the old gentleman said this, he and his driver left the position of the defeated soldiers and trudged toward their stalled car.
Meng Fan was let go by the defeated soldiers and collapsed on the ground, looking at everything in front of him calmly.
The old gentleman's words deeply stimulated Meng Fan.
They are a group of non-existent people, people who are not recognized by their superiors, which means that no one cares whether they live here or die here, let alone whether they are still alive.
Xia Yuan witnessed everything that just happened. A second before Long Wenwen dragged Meng Fan away, he walked over and looked at him: "It doesn't matter whether we exist or not. To Shangfeng, we are a group of non-existent people."
, because something went wrong on our departure flight, we lost contact with the summit, and naturally became a group of non-existent people.”
He took out his ID from his pocket and tore it off casually. Meng Fanlao looked up at Xia Yuan's actions and opened his mouth.
Xia Yuandao: "Documents are not important anymore, are they?"
Meng Fan thought for a while, "Indeed, you no longer exist, and so do we..."
The defeated soldiers were confused. You looked at me, I looked at you.
Xia Yuan looked at the defeated soldiers and said: "The Myanmar-Burma War failed. Those who did not go back will naturally cease to exist. Our Sichuan Army will naturally become the non-existent people that Shangfeng said. The British people asked
Our superiors determined our identities, but we had nothing to prove our identities."
Meng Fanxiao laughed at himself: "Oh, we were abandoned by our own people."
Xia Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, we were abandoned by our own people."
Meng Fan said: "Maybe you should consider the next step. The British will no longer provide us with supplies. We have lost the British assistance."
"This is a small matter. I will find a way to get supplies." Xia Yuan turned around and shouted: "Long Wenwen, call everyone together and prepare to abandon the position."
Long Wenwen looked up at Xia Yuan.
"Go quickly!"
"yes!"
Broken soldiers, look at me and I look at you. Meng Fanlao didn’t know what Xia Yuan was going to do, so he asked, “Aren’t you going to defend your position?”
"Don't worry, we are all people who no longer exist in the school of fish. Let the British guard it by themselves. Let's watch the show."
Xia Yuan didn't think it mattered. At least the current situation wasn't too bad. In comparison, what he encountered on the Korean battlefield was the worst. There was a lack of cotton-padded clothes, heavy firepower, food, and effective ground-to-air weapons.
Weapons and logistics could not be guaranteed. That was the worst situation, but the volunteers still survived.
At least they now still have weapons and equipment, food, and clothing to keep out the cold, and the Japanese do not have an absolute advantage in air power, so the situation has improved a lot.
Long Wenwen quickly brought the defeated troops down from the position. He looked at Xia Yuan: "Tuanzuo, do you plan to retreat now?"
Xia Yuan was serious, nodded and said: "Retreat, why don't you retreat? Why don't you stay on the position, wait for the weapons and ammunition to run out, and fight the Japanese with fire sticks?"
Long Wenwen said: "I'm going to beg for mercy from those British guys. After all, you are still a group leader, aren't you? We also helped them defend the airport."
Meng Fangliao said: "Deputy Commander Long, now two countries do not recognize our Sichuan Army Corps. The real Sichuan Army Corps has returned to China, so we do not exist in writing. You still hope to get recognition from the British
Artillery fire and supplies, but they came here bravely to take back what you have deceived. What those fossil brains think is that the supplies that have been listed must be given to the people on the list, or destroyed, or
Capturing it by the Japanese army can also satisfy their formal perfection."
He said with a trace of ridicule: "He will not hand over supplies to a group of people who do not exist on the list. In their eyes, we are a group of people who do not exist. Whether we live or die has nothing to do with them."
In a certain aspect, Meng Fangliao's point of view is the same as Xia Yuan's point of view.