Chapter 1424
Wang Yan washed his hands in the courtyard and returned to the room. Fanla, who was soaked in sweat and pale, had already calmed down.
"Still okay?"
"It was really a big torture..." Fanla smiled miserably.
"Big torture?" Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, "This is just the beginning? Compared to torture, it's still far from it."
Ya-Ma asked: "So you know? Tell us about it."
"What to say? I'll just let you experience it directly, come, you come over, I'll hit you lightly, you feel it."
"Is it that powerful?" Ya-Ma subconsciously retreated, but firmly shook his head, "Better forget it, I don't want to suffer."
"Wise choice."
"The medicine is here, not hot, mild, I pulled it with cold water, drink it in one breath." At this time, Vet brought a bowl of medicine soup and handed it to Fanla.
Seeing him pinch his nose and drink the medicine, Wang Yan lit a cigarette and said to Fanla, who was wiping his mouth: "The test for you is three days. If you can hold on for these three days, you can basically be good. If you can't hold on, it's likely to be the same as before."
"Thanks, Brother Wang." Fanla thanked him with his fists.
"Just a casual act." Wang Yan waved his hand, "Alright, don't surround me, let the air circulate. Is it time to cook? Hurry up and burn the fire to cook, I'm hungry."
So everyone listened and scattered, and those who cooked consciously went to get firewood to boil water and cook rice.
Very easily, Wang Yan became the de facto boss.
He cleaned up Milong, showed his martial arts, showed some medical skills by treating Fanla's leg with a very professional technique, plus he distributed a round of things to everyone with Milong's cans and cigarettes, received his favor, and his kind attitude, the cannon fodder group naturally obeyed him.
This is a group of people who are tired of fighting defeats, lost themselves, and don't know why they are living. In fact, they don't have any ideas about being the boss or anything, just waiting to die in the reception station, getting by.
It's not to blame them, because after recuperating for a period of time, they will be pulled out to fight, so they are just comfortable all day. Milong is the little bully of the reception station, but he didn't bully them usually, the words were a bit ugly, everyone wasn't afraid of being scolded, so they lived together peacefully.
Of course, Wang Yan didn't mean to be a king or a bully, but after getting along for these two days, he naturally obtained the leading position...
Very quickly, the porridge was boiled, and water-boiled vegetable leaves were also used, plus a meat can for the meal, and the day was over.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed. This morning, Wang Yan opened the bandage to check Fanla's recovery.
"How is it?" Fanla was in pain and anxious.
Wang Yan said: "The problem is not too big, but still have to look at the situation later. It's not that you have no worries after three days, you still have to pay attention."
"Then I can rest assured." Fanla bared his teeth, "I feel that this time I can really be good."
"It won't be worse."
Wang Yan threw the bandage to the side, "Wait until the evening to wrap it again, go out to sunbathe and see the wind during the day. In the evening, I will apply some medicated water I prepared for you. If it recovers well, it can be removed in three or five days."
"Okay." Fanla smiled very happily.
The border town was still very cold in the morning, the fire was burning in the house to boil porridge, the cannon fodder didn't want to go out, all gathered in the house, chatting one after another.
At this time, Vet walked in with a dry pipe.
"There is a matter to tell everyone." Vet looked around at the cannon fodder in the house and said something that made people's hearts tighten, "We are going to be reorganized, in the near future."
When these words came out, the air in the house was quiet for a moment. At that moment, only the firewood in the stove was crackling.
"Pulling eggs." Bula expressed some resistance.
"That's what you do, what I said is true. After all, I am the only doctor in this place!"
"Vet!" The cannon fodder laughed.
"Alright, alright, alright. I am a vet, you are patients, even if you say I am gynecology, it's fine." Vet waved his hand and said, "Officers have come, investigating and understanding the health status of us defeated soldiers. He also said he would come again, saying that there is going to be a war."
This time it was even quieter, and people were silent.
Vet sighed and turned to walk out.
Fanla, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, spoke: "Little grandfather doesn't want to go north."
"Who told you to go north?" Vet turned his head back again, "This time it's south, Burma. I remember Wang Yan said a few days ago that there was going to be a war. At that time, you didn't believe it, but now you have to believe it even if you don't."
"Impossible." Ya-Ma said, "That's the Expeditionary Force, Americans and British give money, guns, and ammunition. Like us, who are raised by stepmothers, is it our turn?"
Bula echoed: "Ya-Ma is right."
"Oh my, to put it bluntly, people just want to expand the troops, understand? Supplement you all in. Why supplement? Because the fighting over there is too fierce, and the casualties are heavy. Why are the casualties heavy? It means there hasn't been a good big victory..."
"I want to go!"
Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see A-Yi standing at the door opening his mouth, "I want to go! I want to lead the army, from Burma to Shanghai! I want to avenge my father..."
During the conversation, the person cried, very sad.
"I'm so annoyed by his howling." Milong lay on the hammock, sat beside Wang Yan unhappily, lit a cigarette, and looked disgusted: "Look, he's like this and he still wants to lead the army? He hasn't been to the battlefield once, and he'll be pitted to death. Whoever is under his hand is unlucky for eight lifetimes. Brother, what do you say?"
"Must go." Wang Yan took the cigarette Milong distributed, "Do you still need to ask? Didn't I say it long ago? No matter where you fight, as long as it's fighting the little Japanese, killing little devils, I will go."
"I say brother, why are you so unable to think? Look at this bunch of cannon fodder, what can they do? That's just being pulled out as cannon fodder to attract firepower." Milong's face was twisted.
He said it very accurately, the role of these cannon fodder is to attract firepower, which is to send death.
Wang Yan smiled: "It doesn't matter, I don't know how many times I've been cannon fodder. If it's not me being cannon fodder, it's someone else, it's all the same."
Milong let out a long breath, patted Wang Yan's shoulder hard and stood up, saying unhappily: "A bunch of cannon fodder, only the wooden lumps that have grown mushrooms will go..."
After speaking, he stood up and walked out of the house, not wanting to look at this bunch of cannon fodder.
However, the gazes of the cannon fodder fell on Milong's back...
"Brother Wang, are you really going?" Fanla asked.
"Isn't this nonsense? Besides, there's no choice." Wang Yan looked at his leg, "Unless I break my leg myself, otherwise you say I'm whole and hard, can I run?"
"This is right." Kang Ya echoed, "We cannon fodder, do we still let us choose?"
"It's not that you can't avoid it." Ya-Ma pointed at Vet, "Let Vet say we are sick."
Bula said: "Thinking there's nothing wrong? You think the officers are all fools? People can see it, right? Those are external injuries, there is no such thing as internal injuries. If there is really any internal injury, you have to go, die faster."
So a bunch of cannon fodder discussed how to avoid going, but after eating breakfast, they basically expressed that they were going...
In the courtyard, the cannon fodder sunbathed, caught lice, looked at Milong and Wang Yan eating watermelon, and swallowed their saliva secretly.
Just like in the TV series, Yangdan picked watermelon seeds on the ground, Doubing fanned Milong with a cattail fan, Li Ula seized the opportunity, rushed up to grab the watermelon and ran upstairs.
Milong cursed and stood up to chase and beat him, taking the opportunity, Snake Butt and Ya-Ma went up to pick up the cheap, each took a piece of watermelon and gnawed fiercely, mixed in the crowd watching Milong beat Li Ula.
Wang Yan ate the watermelon, threw the melon skin to the side, lit a cigarette, and sat comfortably on the stool watching the fun.
Fanla and Vet beside him also didn't express anything, silently watching Li Ula being beaten, until Li Ula was lifted from upstairs by Milong and fell to the ground motionless.
Milong went downstairs, kicked Li Ula: "Don't pretend to be dead, bastard, look at what you've become, it's really shameful, I spit."
Spitting on Li Ula's back, Milong was not relieved and kicked two more times, then walked away.
However, when he went back, he saw the watermelon on the table was gone, looked at Wang Yan who was smoking, then his eyes swept over other cannon fodder, and without a word, rushed toward Ya-Ma who hadn't wiped his mouth clean.
"Dog grass, stealing my watermelon? I'll beat the shit out of you today."
Ya-Ma ran away: "It's not just me who ate it, don't just chase me, Snake Butt also ate it."
"Dog days Ya-Ma." Snake Butt let out a strange cry, and hurriedly avoided Milong's chase.
The courtyard was lively for a while, and it was quite full of life.
The result, of course, was Milong one-on-two, beating Ya-Ma and Snake Butt.
After this bit of life was exhausted, the courtyard was dead again, and a group of people sunbathed and caught lice.
Approaching noon, the sound of a car engine came, followed by footsteps, accompanied by gunshots and shouting to gather, and then a team of soldiers holding guns ran in, a colonel knocked with an iron rod, and walked slowly, very pretentious.
"My surname is Yu, name Xiaoqing. My superior told me that if I go to Burma to fight, he would give me a fully equipped reinforced regiment, I said I accepted it. Why!
Because what I want is my regiment, I want my brothers, when mentioning the three words Yu Xiaoqing, what comes to mind is my regiment leader... My superior was angry... The Sichuan Army Regiment is a regiment that has already been fought out, I said good, I want the Sichuan Army Regiment... Someone in the Sichuan Army Regiment said, as long as there is one Sichuan guy, the Sichuan Army Regiment will not die out!..."
Just like in the original play, Yu Xiaoqing walked in arrogantly, gave a heart-stirring speech, used a machine gun to sweep in the courtyard, and told the cannon fodder that when they got to Burma, they would have everything.
The tiles on the roof were broken by the sweep, dust was all over the courtyard, Wang Yan raised his hand to fan the dust, very dissatisfied with Yu Xiaoqing's behavior...
With a 'see you on the front line', Yu Xiaoqing came like fire and went like wind, but his words made the cannon fodder unable to be at peace.
"Go! I must go!" A-Yi expressed his position again.
Bula shouted: "I'm going too! Not going is sorry for the elders of Hunan."
"What are you looking at me for? I'm a man of the Sichuan Army Regiment!" Ya-Ma patted his chest, not seeing the embarrassment of being beaten by Milong earlier.
A group of people discussed one after another, actually yearning for good weapons, yearning for full military pay, talking about what the scene would be like when the pension was given to the family after death...
"Young man, how do you see it?" Vet patted Wang Yan.
Fanla echoed: "Yes, Brother Wang, how do you see it?"
"What do I see? I'm going to fight."
"Don't play dumb, it's about what Officer Yu said, how do you see it." Vet pursued.
"He's just fooling people, how else to see it." Wang Yan shook his head, "I fought all the way from the north to the south, and I never received full military pay, and even now I'm still owed quite a bit, and I don't know who to ask for it. Don't listen to his fart, I've heard too much of these people's fooling, that's why I always eat defeats."
"What, if you aren't fooled, you can win?"
"According to my experience of eating so many defeats for so many years, the fuller the officer speaks, the more of a straw bag he is. He's not worth a fart, he only knows how to fool people. He fools the brothers below into being possessed, and when they fight, they rush up regardless of their lives, while he waits in the back for the credit of leading well. This Yu guy looks like he has connections, arrogant, arrogant, people like this have credit even if they eat defeats."
"Hey, Brother Wang, don't speak too full, don't you expect people to do what they say?" Fanla teased on the side.
"You've eaten so many defeats in vain, if there really is someone who does what he says, can you run from Beijinger to here?" Wang Yan squinted.
Fanla asked puzzled: "Then why are you still going?"
"Didn't I say it many times? I just want to kill little Japanese! Kill one if I can."
"I really don't understand." Fanla's face was twisted, it was his iconic look of wanting to live or die.
"Then you slowly understand." Wang Yan looked at him, "Listen to what you mean, you don't want to go?"
Fanla didn't speak, his mind was not on it...
Vet hummed: "If you hadn't cured his leg, he would definitely have gone."
"Nonsense! Little grandfather is not that kind of person! Besides, is my leg rotten for my son brother?" Fanla was a bit stressed.
It is Vet who understands Fanla best, the two have been together for a long time, and they communicate a lot, Vet has a clear grasp of Fanla's temper.
Vet glanced at him and didn't speak again.
Fanla looked blankly at Bula and others laughing and laughing.
Milong lay on the hammock and shook the cattail fan: "What the hell are you arguing about? Just this bunch of cannon fodder, and you still want to fight? Those who go are all waste wood waiting to be burned, flies waiting to be slapped, buzzing and annoying to death."
Instantly, the air was quiet, and everyone looked over...
But they didn't have any expression in the end, all silently stopped, and didn't argue anymore...
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