Shaojiu is an old wine that Li Abacus has collected for many years. It is rare for him to use it generously to entertain Yang Ling and other soldiers who fought bloody battles with the enemy. The hospitality was hard to refuse, and Yang Ling did not refuse and let the brothers drink some among them to drive away the cold.
The wine was good and the food was good. The hungry brothers didn't care about their image as soldiers and started to wolf down the food. The atmosphere was lively.
They retreated all the way from Shanghai to Jiangyin and fought fierce battles with the Japanese. Not to mention hot meals, they didn't even get a full night's sleep. They spent most of their time eating biscuits and drinking cold water to fill their stomachs. This was how they captured the Japanese.
Now facing a table full of good wine and delicious food, even the always reserved old smoker eats with his mouth watering regardless of his image.
"Slow down, no one will fight with you, don't choke like a starving ghost reincarnated." Facing the brothers who were devouring their food, Yang Ling was one of the top two. He turned to Li Abacus in embarrassment and said: "Brothers are so hungry.
It’s tight, don’t be offended.”
Li Abacus smiled and waved his hands hurriedly: "What are you talking about, Chief Yang? This is the true temperament of the bosses -"
"Sirs and bosses, on behalf of the folks in Qianjia Village, I would like to toast you all. You are fighting bloody battles on the front line against the Japanese. We ordinary people can't do anything. But since you have come to my Qianjia Village tonight, let's eat openly.
When you're full, you can go fight the Japanese." Seeing that he was almost done eating, Li Abacus stood up holding his wine glass.
Li Abacus raised his glass and made a speech. Naturally, the people who were devouring the food couldn't just eat. They hurriedly stood up with their glasses. It was a matter of face.
"Fat man, stop first." Lao Yanqiang saw that everyone had stood up, and the fat man was still reaching out to grab the chicken legs, so he hurriedly scolded him.
Although they retreated all the way from Shanghai and lost the battle, their faces were indeed disgraceful, but after all they had fought against the Japanese in an upright manner and were also soldiers.
As an officer, Yang Ling naturally couldn't eat and drink the villagers for nothing, so he also made a promise loudly: "Please rest assured, villagers, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the Japanese invaders are ferocious. Our soldiers should not be afraid of sacrifices and dangers, and go forward and succeed."
Kill the Japanese! We will not stop until we drive them out of our country!"
"Okay! With these words from Chief Yang, the folks can rest assured! I'll do it first out of respect!" Li Abacus said, raising his neck and drinking up the wine in the glass.
Yang Ling, who was a teetotaler on the battlefield, raised his neck and drank a glass of wine. The wine flowed down his throat. He suddenly felt burning, as if being burned by fire, and his whole body became hot.
However, his boldness also won a round of applause, and the atmosphere suddenly became more enthusiastic.
The good wine and food were quickly devoured by Yang Ling's brothers. This was a rare good meal for them these days, and everyone had a full belly.
After eating and drinking, Yang Ling immediately summoned several company commanders together to discuss how to attack the Japanese camp in the dark.
"I have figured out the situation clearly. It should be a Japs supply or arms camp. The Japs' garrison strength is at most one squadron. If we sneak in in the dark and fight someone, we should be 80% sure to escape unscathed."
Lao Yanqiang kept frowning. He really didn't want to take the risk, but since Yang Ling said he was 80% sure, he felt that if he didn't dare to go again, he would be afraid of death, so he nodded and agreed to take a shot.
"But if we fight, we will definitely alert the Japanese nearby. We will definitely not be able to hide here. We have to retreat to Jiangyin." Lao Yanqiang added.
"Well, we will discuss the retreat route later." Yang Ling said and turned to look at Yang Dashu.
"Battal Commander, you can fight however you say. I have no objection." Yang Dashu always supported Yang Ling unconditionally at all times, so this time it was still the case.
"Captain Qin, where are you?" Yang Ling turned his attention to the distraught Qin Shou, waiting for his answer.
Qin Shou's face was full of frustration: "You have all agreed. It is useless for me to object. If you want to fight, just fight. Anyway, I will be finished sooner or later if I follow you."
"Okay, since everyone agrees to fight, let's sum up and figure out which way to fight is better." Yang Ling then moved the topic to the next stage.
Qin Shou waved his hand and stood up: "Batalion Commander, please discuss it first. I feel uncomfortable in my stomach. I need to go for a while."
"I asked you why you have so many things to do." Yang Dashu muttered dissatisfied.
Yang Ling didn't think much and nodded directly in agreement: "Go ahead and come back soon."
Qin Shou got out of the dark room under the gaze of everyone. When the cold wind blew, he suddenly woke up a lot. He was too lazy to waste time discussing tactics. Anyway, Yang Ling made the final decision every time, and he was responsible for executing it.
He looked around a few times, put his hands in his pockets, and wandered towards the lit kitchen.
In the kitchen where the oil lamp was lit, Li Cuier and a few women were busy clearing away the dishes. Although they were busy, they were entertaining soldiers who were resisting the enemy, so they were willing to do so.
"Aunt Liu, do you think those soldiers really killed the Japanese?" Li Cuier asked while washing the dishes.
Aunt Liu, who was slightly older, replied: "Looking at their tatters and blood, there shouldn't be anything wrong with them."
"But I don't look like him at all. There is a soldier who is staring at me. He doesn't look like a serious person at first glance."
A woman joked: "Our Cui'er looks so charming. Could it be that the soldier has taken a liking to our Cui'er? Would you like Aunt Li to help you talk about it?"
Aunt Li's words made the women burst into laughter.
Li Cui'er was thin-skinned and blushed immediately. She stamped her feet and said coquettishly: "Aunt Li, you are bullying me. I'm going to fetch water." After saying that, she carried the bucket and ran out of the door.
"Ouch -" Qin Shou was about to go into the kitchen, but Li Cuier came out too fast, so he couldn't react in time, and he bumped into Li Cuier.
Li Cui'er and Qin Shou both fell to the ground. Qin Shou felt Li Cui'er's warm body pressing against him and his heart suddenly felt hot. He was originally interested in Li Cui'er, but when his head became hot, he subconsciously wanted to hug her.
"Tui'er? What's wrong?" But at this moment, several women who heard the noise in the room came out. Qin Shou trembled all over and hurriedly struggled to stand up.
Li Cuier was still a young girl, and had never been in such close contact with a man. When she felt the masculine aura coming from Qin Shou, her heart was as strong as a deer's, and she hurriedly got up, blushing to the root of her neck.
"Oh, it's all my fault for being careless. Sister, are you not hurt?" Qin Shou reacted quickly and hurriedly asked for help.
"No...it's okay." Li Cuier's face was flushed, she stuttered when she spoke, and she bent down to pick up the barrel.
Qin Shou was willing to let go of this opportunity to show off, and hurriedly grabbed the bucket in his hand: "Sister, let me help you fetch water." After saying that, he ran to the well excitedly.