Chapter 1422

"Big! Big! Big!"

Milong's eyes were red, he was sweating profusely, and blue veins were bulging on his neck. The cigarette butt in his hand was about to burn his hand, but he didn't feel the heat; he just watched Wang Yan shaking the dice with his hands together, watched Wang Yan throw the dice into the chipped porcelain bowl, and watched the dice spin.

"Small! Small! Small!"

Opposite Milong were Bula, Kang Ya, and others gathered together, shouting louder, not caring at all about Milong's murderous gaze.

Gradually, the dice in the porcelain bowl finally stopped.

"One! One! Six! Small! Small!"

"Good!"

"Hahahaha..."

Bula and the others laughed wildly, while Milong sat paralyzed there, looking blankly at the dice in the bowl.

From the morning until now at noon, he had spent the time in Milong's constant winning, losing, winning, winning, losing, winning, losing, losing, losing, losing, winning, losing, losing, losing, losing, losing, losing. This was the last round of the gambling game.

Up to this point, besides his clothes and shoes, Milong had lost everything!

"Wang Yan, you are really amazing!"

"Too awesome!"

"The brothers will all be convinced by you from now on!"

"Can I eat a can?"

"Get lost!" Wang Yan shouted, staring at the crowd, "Damn it, I haven't spoken yet, you're taking it yourself? Put it down!"

A man with buck teeth who had just run out of the door of Milong's small warehouse stood there awkwardly.

"Dog days, Ya-Ma, you kid have no rules." Bula put his hands on his hips and went up, kicking without a word, grabbing two cans of pork from Ya-Ma's hand, and smiling fawningly, "Wang Yan, big brother, I've taught him a lesson."

"How many cans are there?" Wang Yan asked Ya-Ma.

"Report, several boxes." Ya-Ma stood straight.

Wang Yan turned to look at Vet: "Old man, don't you eat at noon?"

"What good thing are you thinking of?" Vet shook his head, "Only two meals of dry rice a day."

"Go, take ten cans of meat, let the brothers share them, just consider it a treat. Ya-Ma, right? You kid keep it clean."

"Yes!" Ya-Ma shouted, turned around and ran back to get ten cans, very sensible, smiling fawningly, and put two of them in front of Wang Yan.

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "Alright, go eat, it's hot, don't surround me."

People scattered, only Vet remained. At over fifty years old, he also smiled fawningly.

"Young man, I want to discuss something with you." Seeing Wang Yan opening a can and looking at him, Vet accompanied with a smile and continued, "I'm a vet, acting as the military doctor at the reception station. I have ten patients there, look..."

"Take six cans, you eat one, and share five with them."

"You are a good person~" Vet's voice was trembling.

"We are all killers, don't call me a good person, old man. Good people don't live long."

Vet didn't speak, stood up and entered Milong's small warehouse, took out six cans, and wanted to show Wang Yan, but Wang Yan just waved his hand. Vet said 'hey', ran out of the gate, and went to the courtyard next door.

Milong was still looking at the dice in the bowl blankly, his mind lost from gambling.

Wang Yan finally tore open the can, stood up, took a dagger from Milong's small table, and scooped the meat inside, eating it sweetly.

Seeing that Milong was still not awake, Wang Yan went up and slapped him.

"Silly?"

"Ah, silly!" Milong stared at Wang Yan, "Bastard, you played me!"

"You are really stupid." Wang Yan slapped the back of his head, "They were all your dice, I just played a bit better, how did I play you?"

"You must have tricks. You let me win and lose to hang me, and won all my things. I play with others like this!"

"Just tell me if you are convinced or not?"

"Convinced, can I not be? Can't beat you, can't gamble better than you, what can I do!"

"Being able to afford to play, you are a man!" Wang Yan nodded, scooped another piece of meat and ate it in big mouthfuls, "The things are still yours, what do I want so many things for? From now on, you take care of my food and drink, take care of my cigarettes."

"Really?"

"Bastard, why would I lie to you? Fellow countrymen meeting fellow countrymen, even if we don't have tears in our eyes, we can't let you go bankrupt. Besides, we are all in the same pot from now on. Being a person, you can't be too heartless. My purpose in gambling with you was that I wanted to eat and drink better, I didn't want to win you to death."

"Oh my, then my heart can finally land." Milong regained his spirit, jumped up, ran into the small warehouse, took out some wine and other food, and diligently poured wine for Wang Yan with a jar, "Hey, man, tell me, how are you so amazing at playing dice?"

"Bee, hemp, swallow, sparrow, horizontal, grid, orchid, glory—you say I've fought north and south, what haven't I seen?"

"This pair of dice of mine is good, I didn't move my hands."

"It's all the same." Wang Yan took the dice, "What points do you want?"

"Three points?"

Wang Yan threw the dice on the table casually, and it was exactly three ones.

"Convinced." Milong raised the jar and drank a mouthful with Wang Yan, "Teach me this hand?"

"This thing also depends on talent, and you have to practice hard, you can't learn it."

"Then tell me, where is the key?"

"Look at the dice carefully, I changed the corners and edges, plus the throwing technique, you can get whatever points you want."

"That's not right, when this pair of dice was brought up, you didn't move."

Wang Yan nodded: "I really won that round."

"How come I didn't see the difference?"

"If you could see it, I should chop off my hands. If I don't say you can't learn it, it's just relying on the skill of your hands to sense it, move your hands a little bit, and distinguish the difference between each side."

"You are really awesome, come, drink!" Milong sighed, mourning his previous red-eyed loss.

Wang Yan smiled and drank the white liquor with the jar. This was locally brewed burnt liquor, over seventy degrees, very fierce.

Speaking of which, this Milong really has some ability. Being able to do business here and live a good life, it's not that everyone can do it. This line, everything from top to bottom must be understood clearly. Otherwise, his behavior, being taken out and shot, wouldn't be a problem either.

"Hey, man, that's not right."

"What's wrong again?"

Milong frowned and looked at Wang Yan: "You can fight, you can gamble, you are knowledgeable, and it's not that there's no peaceful place, why are you still fighting?"

"Where is there a peaceful place?" Wang Yan shook his head, "I fought all the way from the Northeast to here. I've been to all the big cities I can name. I've even mixed in Shanghai, fought a few battles with the Qing Gang there, including the mountain city, and also had a hand with those Pao Ge.

To tell you the truth, it's meaningless. They are all a bunch of bastards. The brothers in front are fighting to death, while they are making a lot of money in the back. Don't talk about them either, the commanders I followed all the way, this seat and that seat, are all making money endlessly."

"Then you shouldn't be a soldier even more, it's not that you can't survive."

"They are all places controlled by little Japanese, can I be a grandson? Better to die than be a slave of a subjugated nation!" Wang Yan drank a big mouthful of wine, "I have indeed eaten defeats all the way, but the problem is not with me. I won't brag to you, from the time I became a soldier at sixteen to this year, fourteen years, I don't know how many little devils I've killed. I'm an official who can't be promoted, money I can't make, and I'm still eating defeats.

Why? It's because this seat and that seat are not good! I'm a lowly soldier, what's the use of being brave? No way. But I'm still a soldier, I'll just fight the little Japanese. It doesn't matter if I win or lose, I can kill one if I can. And these years of defeats haven't been in vain, my ability to flee is first-class, it's all the wisdom of battlefield survival."

Milong laughed: "Hey, man, if you talk about the ability to flee, you're not necessarily the strongest. Look at this bunch of bastards, they've never won a battle, they've been chased by little devils all along."

Those who were fighting for cans all listened to the conversation between the two, and were silent for a while upon hearing this.

"I think Wang Yan is right, I'll fight the little Eastern Ocean for the rest of my life, kill one if I can!" Bula shouted, and seeing that he didn't get any feedback, he wanted to find his good brother Ya-Ma, only to see Ya-Ma eating fiercely, "Dog days Ya-Ma, leave some for me."

Milong scanned the circle and sneered: "A bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

"Hey, brother, you're wrong about that. They are all experienced in hundreds of battles, all elites. The brothers are all miserable, the commanders are not good, and no matter how well the brothers below can fight, it's useless."

These words of Wang Yan were recognized by everyone, and the eyes looking at Wang Yan carried a bit of favor.

Milong glanced at the defeated soldiers eating cans in a mess again, hummed, but didn't say anything more.

He changed the subject: "When did you leave the Northeast?"

"September 18th, of course, why think about it? After that, I started to live in exile, fighting all the way, retreating all the way, fleeing all the way, damn it, ten years until now, I've been reorganized nine times, changed six armies, fourteen divisions."

"Who says it isn't." Milong sighed, drank a mouthful of muffled wine, "I haven't been home for more than ten years, I don't know if my parents and brothers and sisters are still alive... I really want to go back and see..."

"There must be a chance, I don't believe we can't beat the little Japanese."

"Then when can we beat them?"

"I feel that in three or five years, it will be about the same." Wang Yan said, "We die, the little Japanese also die. How many people do we have? How many little devils do the little Japanese have? Just filling it with human lives can drag the little Japanese to death. We are now filling it with human lives. Through this fleeing all the way, I found that the little Japanese's offensive is not as fierce as before, and the decline has appeared, victory is in sight."

"It's not that I'm saying, brother, if you really want to win, it's estimated to be the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, don't comfort me." Milong said 'ouch', "It's enough for this life, I've almost forgotten what my parents and brothers and sisters look like..."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "I can't remember clearly either, what can I do? Sighing is useless, killing the enemy on the battlefield is the right reason."

"You have enough spirit."

"This person, if he lives, he must have thoughts and goals, and he can't be without spirit. With thoughts and goals, he has strength, not to mention how fierce he kills on the battlefield, he definitely won't be slow to run."

"Hahaha..."

Milong laughed, stood up, went into the room and took out a few packs of cigarettes, opened one and smoked with Wang Yan, gave the rest to Wang Yan, and said to ask him for more when he finished smoking.

The two ate meat cans, drank burnt liquor, occasionally smoked a small cigarette, and drank from noon to afternoon. A bunch of idle cannon fodder also sat on the side for an afternoon, listened for an afternoon, and mixed a pack of cigarettes from Wang Yan to smoke...

After drinking, Milong, who was completely drunk, went back to sleep, while Wang Yan only wore a pair of shorts, lay in Milong's hammock, and enjoyed the breeze in the afternoon of the southern country.

On the side, Doubing and Yangdan were burning hot water with firewood, and washing the clothes Wang Yan had changed.

Doubing was Gaze, and Yangdan was the kid who picked watermelon seeds for Milong in the play, who was later shot by Long Wenzhang.

The benefit fee was three cigarettes each. Actually, it would be fine without cigarettes, but Wang Yan obviously wouldn't bully people like that. In fact, if it weren't for Wang Yan's care, Ya-Ma, Bula, and others would have come up to grab the work...

Three cigarettes, this price is really not low.

After a while, Doubing leaned over: "Brother Yan, the clothes are washed."

Yangdan took the conversation on the side: "The water is also boiled."

"Come, three each, I keep my word." Wang Yan sat up, distributed cigarettes to the two, and walked to the side to take a bath.

He was clean when he traveled through, but after coming, he also became a mud man, very dirty.

"Grass, don't blame Milong for calling you bastards, I'm taking a bath and you're still watching here?" Wang Yan cursed.

"All big men, you Northeast guy is still embarrassed?" Another acquaintance spoke with a Cantonese accent.

"Dog days Snake Butt, I'm afraid your butt is thinking about everyone. Let's say it first, I don't like men, whoever disgusts me, I'll find the dog days whoever."

"Hahaha..."

Wang Yan's words caused a roar of laughter, and the cannon fodder pulled up yellow jokes, and Snake Butt didn't have other words, laughing and pulling eggs, and it was quite happy for a while.

They didn't scatter in the end, watching Wang Yan take a bath.

After such a wash, Wang Yan changed into an old military uniform, and the whole person was considered brand new.

At this time, the meal in the evening was also ready, which was thick porridge, and the side dish was salted vegetables, without any oil. Wang Yan went to Milong's small warehouse to get a meat can for the meal.

So the cannon fodder ate, watching Wang Yan eat. However, Wang Yan didn't use Milong's generosity to distribute things for everyone to eat, just eating sweetly by himself.

"What's the meaning?" Wang Yan looked at Fanla who leaned over.

Fanla accompanied with a fawning smile: "Brother Wang, you are back?"

Wang Yan gave him a slap in disgust: "You scared me."

Fanla giggled: "I'm anxious, the things are all found, the knife is also sharpened, not to mention blowing hair and breaking hair, it's almost there, look..."

"Come, old man, distribute this handful of soybeans, let everyone taste the flavor."

Giving the soybeans to Vet, Wang Yan went to look through the herbs Milong brought back, matched them on the spot, and handed them to Vet, asking him to decoct the medicine.

After such a process, Wang Yan took a pile of things into the house, and took out a wooden stick from his pocket.

"Come, bite it, it's really going to kill you if it hurts, you'd better hold on. Bula, Ya-Ma, you two give a hand, press his legs and feet later, absolutely don't let him move too much."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Both responded quickly.

So Wang Yan went out and washed his hands again, rolled up his sleeves, and roasted the knife on the fire, performing primitive disinfection means.

Then very simply, he cut the rotten flesh of Fanla's wound with the knife.