In the autumn of the year 41 in parallel time, a group of defeated soldiers were chased to a small town in the southwest.
He was paralyzed, hungry, sick, and wailing in a dilapidated courtyard house. All he thought about every day was to have a good meal.
"Let me tell everyone that the new commander is coming. Everyone, be alert!"
Veterinarian Hao spoke in Guanzhong dialect as he passed the message to everyone. She carried the bowl of medicine to Meng Fan, who was lying on the wooden board.
"Little Beiping, lift the ditch and apply medicine for you."
As vet Hao spoke, he pulled down Meng Fan's pants from the wooden bed.
" Ouch, it hurts so much. Where is this?" Meng Fan, who was lying on the wooden bed, opened his eyes and looked around. A group of scattered soldiers, defeated guys. Their clothes were tattered and their smell was terrible.
Meng Fan was a little confused, his head spinning.
"Last night, I was watching the anti-Japanese drama, My Leader, My Regiment. Did I transmigrate?”
" Meng Fan, no more worries. Why are you shouting?"
" Meng Fan, could it be that I've transmigrated into a sick person's body? F * ck, transmigrating into this era and either starving to death or being beaten to death, it's a bit of a loss."
Meng Fan's eyes flashed.
Suddenly, there was a voice notification.
Reporting to Master, the system has been reset for you.
Owner: Meng Fan
[Age: 25]
[Combat power: 10]
[Spear Technique: 10]
[Super invincible combat power: 0]
Beep, beep, beep. The system is about to shut down. Master needs to rest so that his combat strength can increase.
"Hey, hey, hey, you haven't told me how long it took for you to have combat strength?”
The system went silent.
"Is there anything to eat? I'm starving."
" There's nothing to eat. I cooked the belt and ate it."
Little Sichuan or Bean Cake was so hungry that they fainted.
Meng Fan had been hit in the thigh by a cannonball and almost hit his butt. He met the kind vet Hao who treated him with medicine every day.
"Everyone should stick out their chests, pick up their guns, and chase the Japanese out."
" What's the point? I'm starving to death. You don't even know how to put down a gun, and yet you're talking about war. Save your worries."
The one who spoke was Ah Yi. He was the only officer among them, a major. However, he was a soldier who had never fought in a war. Only Ah Yi was still trying to clean up the mess and make these defeated soldiers believe that he was still a soldier.
" Let's go. Why don't we have a feast before we starve to death? I'll make pork stewed vermicelli for everyone. Who wants to go with me and have another bowl?" The northeast soldier, Mi Long, said as he picked up a broken gun and prepared to go out and grab some food.
" I'll go." Meng Fan volunteered and got out of bed.
Anyway, he couldn't starve to death. Who knew what delicious food he would encounter when he went out? Meng Fan calculated.
The atmosphere in a dilapidated house was disrupted by the sudden appearance of pork stewed vermicelli. When the few hungry ghosts saw this, they swarmed out and snatched whatever they saw.
Meng Fan dragged his injured leg and mumbled as he walked," What kind of lousy system was this? It didn't even find a good substitute after transmigrating. Instead, it had to find a sick person. Even if the Japanese came, they wouldn't be able to escape.
"toot, beep, beep. System activated."
Master: This story has just begun. You have to collect it well. Only then will the story be interesting. Don't be too hasty.
"Tsk, just to fool people, right?”
"Your invincible combat power is 0, but your IQ is not 0, right? If there is any danger in this operation, consider it yourself."
" What danger? Tell me clearly?"
"Super invincible combat power: 0"
"I'm so angry at you. Hurry up and turn off the stupid system."
" Goodbye." The system automatically shut down.
The East Gate market was already in ruins from the bombardment. The merchants were all hiding. There were dried meat and vermicelli hanging at the door, making Meng Fan drool.
Seeing that there was no one around, she grabbed a handful of vermicelli and turned to leave.
"Stop right there, put down the vermicelli!"
Meng Fan turned around and saw a group of peddlers chasing him with carrying poles and kitchen knives. He pulled his crippled leg and ran.
" Motherf * cker, you son of a b * tch. You only know how to bully us if you don't fight the Japanese."
" Fellow townsman, we don't have anything to eat. If we're hungry, we won't have the strength to fight the Japanese."
"Coax Ghost!"
As he spoke, a few broken shoes were thrown at Meng Fan's head.
Unknowingly, he passed through a few streets and fainted on the ground.
"Aiya, where is this? Why am I here?"
" This is my home," a girl answered him in Sichuan dialect.
"You saved me."
" Yeah, I'm Xiao Cui." Xiao Cui wiped Meng Fan's wounds.
"Then you're alone?"
" Yeah, my brother was from the Sichuan Army. He was killed in the explosion."
" Oh, I'm sorry." Meng Fan looked like a scholar.
Meng Fan knew that the group had already been wiped out, or it was just the remnants left. He felt that it was very difficult to face Xiao Cui, so he thought of an idea to send Xiao Cui away.
He struggled and quickly escaped from Xiaozui's courtyard.
" Damn it, I'm starving anyway, so I'll just take some." As he said that, he looked around and saw a jar. He poured the few coins left in the jar into his pocket and conveniently copied a bundle of red powder hanging on the beam.
After dragging their crippled legs for a while, they finally arrived at their campsite. Although it was called a campsite, it was actually no different from a gathering place for beggars.
" Look, the vermicelli is here." Meng Fan happily carried the vermicelli through the door.
"F * ck, you're really capable. You weren't chased to death, right?"
"You saw it, why didn't you save me?"
"I'm afraid of death, hahahaha!"
The Mystic Dragon snatched the vermicelli and placed them all into the big iron pot.
"Where's the meat? Where's the meat? How can we eat without meat?”
" The meat is here." As he spoke, Veterinarian Hao took out a palm-sized piece of meat from his pocket.
He picked up the military knife and minced the meat, throwing it into the pot without even washing it.
The meat in the pot had been stewed for a while, and the fragrance assailed the nostrils. Everyone surrounded the broken iron pot and drooled.
The only thing on the minds of the defeated soldiers was pork stewed vermicelli. They no longer thought of anything else and picked up the rice bowl to eat.
" I'd rather be a bloated ghost than a starving ghost. This feels good." Meng Fan picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, finishing the soup.
"Di di di, move aside, move aside!"
A jeep stopped at the entrance of the shelter, and a neat colonel got out.
"Which section are you from? Do you eat well?"
" We have both parts. Let's have a full meal and go home separately."
"Go home? You want to be a deserter?"
"Who are you? Don't act like you're a human. At this juncture, we're not afraid of you."
"Alright, what I want is your courage. My name is Yu Xiao Qing, the captain of the national army. The higher-ups want to give him a regiment of troops. I don't want it because in this day and age, only my own team will not be bullied. I want to organize my own team."
"Just because you can lead us?"
" I can give you the American machine guns, the American artillery, and the American tanks. As long as the defeated soldiers are willing to join my regiment, they will be able to eat, drink, pay, and get whatever beautiful women they want."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes turned red. They had originally agreed to be united, but who knew that they would be fooled by this guy and completely disintegrate.
" I'm willing, I'm willing." Everyone raised their hands in agreement.
" Meng Fan, what about you? Are you scared?" Veterinarian Hao glared at Meng Fan.
" What am I afraid of? As long as there are devils, I won't retreat."
This group of remnant soldiers had been fooled by the Great Hoodwinker in front of them and were willing to join his team. Most importantly, he could kill the Japanese! There were ghosts to kill? The soldiers 'hearts started beating…
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