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

"There is a Baozhang from Heshun Town on the other side of the river. His surname is Meng. There is a Yuanxiang study in the yard. I heard someone mention that his hometown in Peiping also has a Yuanxiang study. One day I went to visit Meng. Baochang wanted to inquire about the movements of the Japanese. When he was talking later, he started to chat. He said that he had a son who was a soldier. His surname was Meng. His name was annoying. , I don’t know if I can receive it.”

Meng Fanlai stared at him: "Your uncle, you know my parents are on the other side, why didn't you tell me?"

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

Meng annoyed and said: "You are so capable, why didn't you take them over?"

"Your father Baochang is doing well. He has a big house to live in, food to eat, books to read, and flowers to grow. Why do you come here? To suffer together with you?"

Meng was at a loss for words.

Leaving aside that he is on the east coast, comparing the lives of his parents in Heshun Town and Zenda, it is indeed better there.

"That doesn't allow him to serve as a security chief for the Japanese."

Lin Yue said: "If he really helps the Japanese to do bad things, the guerrillas would have tied him up long ago, and he will wait for you to cross the river to save people?"

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

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

"You are really good. You can count everything. You can even predict the fact that I was a deserter. The young master admires it."

Lin Yue said: "You, people are a bit confused, but filial piety is still there."

Meng Fan took a look at him: "My lord, you are not afraid to hang out with those people..."

Lin Yue put his legs on the table: "As long as you sincerely beat devils, you can make friends."

"Hey." Meng Fan got up and walked outside: "How many of us in this group are smarter than you, Lin Zuo? You are not afraid, what else do we have to worry about?"

"Well, that goose is leaving too, you go to sleep." Veterinarian Hao got up and left.

"Wait." Lin Yue took out two oil-paper packets from his jacket and stuffed them to the old man: "I brought these back from the county magistrate. You can eat them warm when you are hungry."

Veterinarian Hao opened it and looked. There was half a roast chicken in a greased paper bag, and a pork knuckle that was stewed to pulp in a greased paper bag.

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

Lin Yue went to the folding bed and lay down, calling out the system menu.

Just after Zhong Bin came to the Jiqipo position, [Sub-task: Driving Yu Xiaoqing crazy] was successfully completed.

Now the mission has entered the third stage, which is also the final stage - defeating Yu Xiaoqing (psychological level).

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

Lin Yue pinched his chin and thought for a while.

What is Yu Xiaoqing's life goal?

To become a hero like Yue Pengju means to make him realize that he is a mediocre person.

Looks like it's going to be a pain in the ass.

...

Since Lin Yue came back, people from the main force group have never been to the open space behind Jiqipo. They all know that Yu Xiaoqing was almost masturbated by the army commander. trouble.

With money in hand, Long Wenwen started to taunt again. This time, instead of giving silk stockings and soap to the quartermaster's wife, he gave cigarettes and candy to the soldiers, and occasionally took a sip of a bottle of Coke and asked them if they knew. What is this?

The American happy hour is unique to the Sichuan Legion.

Yes, he started poaching Yu Xiaoqing's corner again.

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

What treatment did the military give to the Sichuan Army?

Independent group!

Food, military pay, weapons and ammunition are all the standards of the independent regiment, but the Sichuan Army has only a total of less than 900 people. To put it bluntly, they starved to death in the first few months, and Colonel Lin died after he came back.

It's the end of autumn again.

This year's harvest is good, and the faces of Zenda people are a little more smiling. Although the Japanese military planes still occasionally come to bomb, the gaps are getting longer and longer each time, and the amount of bombs dropped is getting less and less. On the other hand, our own army, the combat supplies from the United States are constantly increasing. When transported to the front line, everyone with an online IQ knows that the situation of the little devil is not as good as one day, and there is basically no possibility of fighting 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 go there. There was an additional military jeep with the Stars and Stripes on the ground, and there was a tent not far from the jeep, and a foreigner with a big nose, blue eyes, and a mass of chest hair was moving things into it.

There was also a bald man with a beard sitting on a folding chair, writing and drawing in a diary with a Parker pen, oblivious to the fact that his colleague was sweating profusely and the trunk was still mostly untouched.

Milong went to Bula and others to inquire about the origin of the foreigner, and Mengfan went to Long Wenwen's room and learned what had happened from him.

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 were the liaison officer and armorer Lin Yue selected for them.

Long Wenwen said that when he went to the division headquarters to lead people, the group of Zhang Lixian and Yu Zhi looked at them strangely, and he didn't know the reason until he returned to Jiqipo.

The foreigner's temper was so stinky, he even gave up his room, the two of them remained unmoved, and just put up a tent in front of them, as if everyone would not interfere with the river.

Meng got annoyed and laughed at him for taking himself too seriously. After fighting in Burma for so long, he still hasn't figured it out? Uncle Renyang came here just for money, and he never thought about getting involved with a group of cannon fodder. It would be better to wait for Lin Yue to come back to deal with such things as win over foreigners.

Long Wenwen quit and forced Meng Fanle to mingle with foreigners. In his words, you can't rely on Colonel Lin for everything. Isn't there a master here who can speak English? If exposed to the sun, it will become moldy.

When the two of you hurt me and I hurt you, a fight broke out outside.

Milong, Bean Cake, Not Spicy, Kangya, Nidan... A group of people besieged the armorer Alger Collins, and it was not until Ah Yi fired a shot in the sky that they couldn't tell the difference between "let's go" and "mangy dog". "Guy.

Meng Fan was very helpless and even more ashamed, because the first word that international friends learned when they came to the cannon fodder group was "mangy dog".

Lin Yue didn't come back that night, maybe because he was caught up in something, and because Zhong Bin deliberately kept him in the military headquarters overnight.

In one night, Alger Collins, a cheerful guy, became acquainted with the cannon fodder, and Meng Annoyed returned it to this armorer who had never been on the battlefield, let alone didn't want to kill people, and only wanted to laugh and laugh through World War II. A nickname, what is called "Mr. People's Assistance".

Alger Collins liked this group of Chinese friends he had just met. Unfortunately, his boss, Arthur McLuhan, didn't like it, because the cannon fodders treated weapons too lightly and didn't respect themselves enough. He couldn't bear this group of friends. The slovenliness, rudeness, and laxity of the savages.

The cannon fodders were dumbfounded, watching them load the things they had unloaded yesterday into the car one by one, and were about to leave Jiqi Slope.

While Arthur McLuhan was waiting for his soldiers in the car with a sullen face, Kang Ya drove the jeep from the Henglan Mountain position to Jiqi Slope and stopped in front of the American jeep.

Lin Yue jumped out of the car, glanced at the new and old cannon fodder who were staring blankly at this side, and walked towards Arthur McLuhan.