Chapter 12: Xiao Zui, Sorry

Inside the courtyard, Mi Long is the most comfortable, and there are hammocks to sleep in.

He squints his eyes; he isn't sleeping, actually watching everything in the courtyard. The veterinarian returns with a Medical Pack and also brings four bowls of food.

Especially that medical pack, he also wants it, but he has his own rule: you can sell it to me, I'll lower your price, that's business.

If you make Mi Long do a robbery, he can't do it.

Meng Fanle limped, following behind Xiao Si.

The overwhelming majority of soldiers have already received pork stew with vermicelli; those who haven't line up properly at the back.

Jiang Anguo has also finished the food in his hand; being full feels quite comfortable. "You have arrived."

"Officer, you have Sulfonamide in your hand." Meng Fanle tightly grips the Sulfonamide the veterinarian just gave him, showing how important it is to him.

Meng Fanle is an Intellectual; Intellectuals cannot stand physical disability. If anyone calls him a cripple, Meng Fanle will definitely go up and fight the other side desperately.

"Yes, plenty." Jiang Anguo tosses the branch from his hand.

This suddenly leaves Meng Fanle at a loss for words.

Jiang Anguo asks, "Is there a military doctor here?"

Meng Fanle shakes his head, "No, besides the veterinarian—oh, that is Hao Xichuan, the old man just now—but he has never cured a person. The military doctors all left with the troops when the large army set out."

"Indeed, that's a pity. Without a military doctor, your leg might not be saved; this leg injury needs surgery." Jiang Anguo also understands what Meng Fanle said; at the Shelter, even getting a meal is an issue. If you go with the troops, at least you won't starve to death, though you might die in battle.

There are no shortages of people or soldiers; the strong soldiers in the Shelter have all been taken away, including the military doctors.

Military doctors are extremely important to an army.

The Expeditionary Force has its own Medical Team, and also female nurses.

In the Shelter, however, there are no female soldiers.

"How did your leg get injured?" Jiang Anguo asks curiously, smiling.

"Officer, this happened while fighting the Japanese Devil. I jumped onto a Tank and used a Molotov cocktail against the devil's tank; the Little Devil stabbed me with a bayonet." Meng Fanle says without any modesty, as if it were true.

"Fine, you were just playing dead, stabbed twice by the devils?" Jiang Anguo exposed Meng Fanle's lie; this is Meng Fanle's final bottom line.

Meng Fanle has lost his earlier composure; his gaze starts to dodge. He never imagined that all the troops were dead, everyone believed his story, yet the officer right before him suddenly hit his sore spot.

Just as Meng Fanle's brain raced with thoughts,

Jiang Anguo pats his butt, stands up, "Let's go. You go ahead and lead the way; what's owed must be repaid."

"Officer, what do you mean?" Meng Fanle asks.

Jiang Anguo pulls out five silver dollars, then another two silver dollars, "People aren't easy either. Let's go, lead the way."

This is something Meng Fanle dares not face; it pierced his heart once again.

"Xiao Si, you stay here and watch. If anyone dares to cause trouble, greet them with bullets."

"Yes, Battalion Commander." Xiao Si immediately imitates the soldiers from earlier, saluting the Young Master.

In fact, Xiao Si has completely forgotten that his gun has no bullets at all.

Walking toward that girl—her name is Xiao Zui, Chen Xiaozui—Meng Fanle, as a man from the North, feels his face flush, as red as a furnace.

"What a pity, no military doctor. If you just cut away the rotten flesh and stitch it up, that would be fine. Later I'll ask you about Tengchong and Baoshan." Jiang Anguo changes the subject.

Meng Fanle limps forward, then suddenly looks back, "Officer, you said you'd heal my leg."

"Of course, I also intend to lead you to fight the Japanese Devil. Even in your current state, you can fight the devils." Jiang Anguo says.

Meng Fanle, a Beiping Person, Lieutenant Deputy Company Commander, senior Intellectual.

Standing at the doorway, Meng Fanle does not dare to knock.

"What, you don't dare to go in!" Both stand at the doorway, Jiang Anguo behind Meng Fanle.

Meng Fanle holds Sulfonamide in one hand and seven silver dollars in the other.

"Coward, go knock the door."

Meng Fanle steps forward, but he is stunned by the sign on the door; he tries hard to recall whether that sign was there when he arrived, but he truly cannot remember, cannot recall,

He knows this wooden plaque; he even asked about it, it's for that trade.

One side indicates leisure with no guests; the other side means there are guests in the room.

Meng Fanle's flushed face from just now, and it's almost dark now.

"What, you don't even know what you did, yet you want me to go up and knock the door for you, and you still won't go…" Jiang Anguo shouts.

A voice comes from inside the courtyard.

"Your price is so high, you'd better just rob the money!"

"Chanda is such a small place, and you dare to demand two silver dollars from me."

The man's words finish, and a girl's crying voice comes from the courtyard.

Jiang Anguo pushes past Meng Fanle, "Like a woman."

He kicks the door open in one swing; in fact the door wasn't even closed.

The man is pulling the girl; obviously it's the girl's first time seeing such a situation, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"I have never done this before." The whimpering voice comes from the girl.

Hearing the voice behind him, the man immediately curses, "Damn it, which bastard is messing with my good business, not knowing who came first."

He rolls up his sleeves and walks toward Jiang Anguo, ready to start fighting.

A cold object suddenly presses against his forehead, "What, still want to fight?"

Just moments ago he was fierce, now he instantly changes his face, "Officer, please go ahead, please."

"From now on, she's my sister. You haven't been here, so you don't know this, understand?" Jiang Anguo shouts.

"Got it, got it." The man runs out, rolling and crawling, fearing any delay would cost his life, muttering curses in his heart.

Xiao Zui is sure she doesn't know the officer in front of her, "Officer, I don't know you, do I?"

Jiang Anguo shifts aside, exposing Meng Fanle behind him, "What, you dare act but can't take responsibility? Come over and apologize."

Stammering for a while, Meng Fanle couldn't say even a single "no".

Xiao Zui knows Meng Fanle.

Seeing Meng Fanle's spineless appearance, Jiang Anguo could only handle it himself, taking the silver dollars from Meng Fanle's hand: "Miss, sorry, my subordinate was thoughtless and just borrowed your money and vermicelli. Here are the five silver dollars I borrowed from you; we ate the vermicelli, so these two silver dollars will count as the vermicelli and interest."

Xiao Zui felt a bit uneasy; when had she ever seen an official behave like that? She was just a minor figure; the only time she might have seen an official was yesterday, but not up close. He watched the Expeditionary Force set out from afar, hoping to find her brother within the ranks.

Unfortunately, there wasn't.

She could barely say when she last saw her brother—perhaps in 1937, when the Sichuan Army Corps left Sichuan.