Although Wang Shuang did not donate all the supplies to Xinyi Tuan, Wang Shuang occasionally asked Fatty Wang to come to his house to open a small stove.
Leadership relationships still need to be managed.
Some of the oil and water in Fatty Wang's belly was saved by Wang Shuang.
"Haha, my stomach feels bad, and I forgot to bring toilet paper, so I wasted some time."
"Hey, what about you?" Fatty Wang avoided Wang Shuang.
"What are you doing? I've already solved it. Also, don't look at me like that. I'm much cleaner than you."
Toilet paper had been invented a long time ago, but of course the people were reluctant to part with it.
As a modern person, Wang Shuang endured it for a while at first. Later, when conditions allowed, Wang Shuang spent a huge amount of money to buy toilet paper.
Fatty Wang was very reluctant to give up on this, thinking that Wang Shuang was extravagant and wasteful and did not know how to cherish money.
Wang Shuang and Fatty Wang chatted for a while, then silently shut up and worked.
Wang Shuang is not bad at chatting, but Fatty Wang is not.
Everyone carried supplies and headed towards the base area.
Near the train, the battle was over. Some of the soldiers of the new regiment were killed or injured, and the remaining soldiers had no time to cheer.
The Japanese could come at any time, so the soldiers immediately cleaned up the battlefield.
After opening the two carriages, Li Yunlong was confused.
Because I didn’t see any precious materials, how could this happen?
Could it be that the next train is the important material and it’s too early to plunder it yourself?
No, then you can only consider yourself unlucky.
Just when Li Yunlong was a little annoyed, Zhang Dabiao ran over excitedly.
"Captain, commander, look."
"Haha, damn, it's the major general's command knife. Haha, I damn, caught a big fish."
The corners of Li Yunlong's mouth were pulled open.
You know, this can be regarded as changing history.
On the anti-Japanese battlefield, this was probably the first time the Japanese major general was killed, rewriting history.
Wang Shuang had no idea about the impact of his time traveling. He was still quietly transporting supplies with Fatty Wang.
Li Yunlong pulled out his command knife, admired it, and then closed the knife.
"By the way, where is the Japanese Major General?"
A living Japanese major general has a different meaning.
Zhang Dabiao scratched his head, "The Japs are dead. The soldier who threw the grenade killed the Japs major general, and the command knife was blown to the side. The body was already too miserable to look at, and you could only recognize it by looking at the collar."
"Fine."
Li Yunlong just said casually that in his eyes, dead Japanese were good Japanese, but the brigade commander's long education told him the best way to do it.
He originally planned to bargain with the Japanese Major General and the brigade commander, but now forget it, the same goes for the command sword.
"By the way, who was the brother who charged just now?"
Zhang Dabiao looked embarrassed and said, "Report to the leader, it seems he is not from our first battalion."
"What, if he's not a soldier from the First Battalion, who is that? He's wearing the clothes of our Eighth Route Army." Li Yunlong was very confused.
"Captain, I've asked around, but no one knows who that person is. It seems he ran out suddenly."
"Then just bring him over."
"Um, leader, that person is missing."
Li Yunlong angrily hit Zhang Dabiao. "It's gone. Why don't you tell me that such a big living person is gone?"
Zhang Dabiao muttered silently in his heart: You are still talking about me. As the leader of the regiment, you don't know me as well. Besides, when we just charged, you ran faster than anyone else.
"Captain, that person seemed to have left after helping us break through. No information was found."
"Damn it, what the hell. Wasn't it that I was dazzled just now? That person was wearing our clothes."
"Yes, Captain."
Zhang Dabiao muttered carefully, "Humph, you didn't know that you just lost your temper at me."
Li Yunlong has very sharp ears, or in other words, he always hears his own words very clearly.
Li Yunlong kicked Zhang Dabiao again, "You're fucking talking bad about me, aren't you?"
"Report to the leader, no."
Zhang Dabiao quickly behaved very well, but Li Yunlong knew his subordinates, so he said a few words and that was it.
"Forget it, don't think about it so much, hurry up and clean the battlefield, be careful of the little devil chasing my ass."
"yes."
The first battalion quickly swept the battlefield and then retreated in the original direction.
