War of Resistance: My Leader, My Regiment
15 Farewell, my second hometown!

Little Mas

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They were all back, waiting for Meng Fanla's vermicelli!

Everything was ready. When they saw Meng Fan enter, everyone stared at him as if they were saluting him!

Just now, everyone knew that the entire warehouse of the Mystic Dragon had been sold! Meng Fanla borrowed the light and got another ten or so yuan!

What the f * ck!

This was so annoying. It felt like he had become a different person after waking up!

All the benefits of the entire concentration camp had been taken by him and the Mystic Dragon!

There was more!

The jinx and that little Dongbei actually got a piece of the ocean as well. The members of the group who went out to look for food had no choice but to get it!

"Vermicelli!"

Meng Fan said as he took out the vermicelli from Xiao Zui's house.

"Tsk! You're so petty. You brought back this after you made a fortune?”

Everyone was disappointed. They had more than ten yuan with them. They thought that Meng Fanla would bring back a large amount of food after going out!

Unexpectedly, it was just a bundle of vermicelli. Everyone was extremely disappointed.

To say that there was no such thing as Meng Anran was really stingy!

"Look at you! How can the things outside be as good as our Lost Dragon's?”

" Isn't that right, Mystic Dragon?!"

That's right!

The people outside were all local goods. These cannon fodder had almost dug up the entire Chanda Town. What kind of local goods had they not eaten?

What he hadn't eaten for a while was the beef and canned fish in the warehouse of the Mystic Dragon.

That was the original military supplies imported from America. It was f * cking delicious!

What a pity!

The No Credits sign blocked most of their feet.

Now, hearing that the Mystic Dragon had bought the entire warehouse, he felt disappointed again.

With Meng Fanla's reminder, everyone's gaze returned to the Mystic Dragon.

"Bullshit! I knew I couldn't hide this bit of private goods!"

"Pork stewed vermicelli, our northeast is the most authentic!”

The Enchanting Dragon was also embarrassed to be stared at by everyone!

Anyway, he had already decided to follow this group of people. Their relationship should be eased!

Immediately, he took out the private goods that he had saved up in advance.

These were all specially left behind after knowing that everyone was going to eat pork stewed vermicelli today!

White vinegar, white wine, cooking wine, pork fat, and so on were all poured out in a gulp.

Of course, canned beef and canned fish were essential!

This…

Meng Fan was dumbfounded as he watched the Enchanting Dragon dig things out from under the rattan chair!

This damn Northeasterner was really a thief!

He had actually hidden so many private goods unknowingly!

If that f * cking station chief knew about this, he would probably vomit a few liters of blood again!

"Come! Brother Mi Long, this seat is reserved for you!”

There's something to see!

Of course, everyone was eager for the Lost Dragon to join them. Bean Cake even gave way repeatedly, indicating for the Lost Dragon to come.

This meal of pork stewed with vermicelli was very harmonious!

That evening, He Shuguang came in full force and signaled for everyone to gather!

Just as Meng Fanla had said, the 20-day training camp was compressed. They were pulled out overnight for field training and set off for the south in three days!

However, he had already been controlled and taken away from the concentration camp.

In other words, the warehouse of the Mystic Dragon was sold in time!

"Alright! I'm full! The goods are gone. I'll go with you!"

The Enchanting Dragon threw away the bowl and chopsticks in its hand and was about to stand in the line when it was pushed out by He Shuguang's whip.

"What's wrong?" The Mystic Dragon asked casually.

"There's no roll call, no register, no way!”

He Shuguang looked coldly at the soldier ruffian, but his gaze fell on the hands of the Mystic Dragon that were full of watches.

He understood!

Isn't it just giving up money!

"Oh! You haven't called the roll yet!"

Immediately, the Mystic Dragon turned around and took off the watches in its hands one by one, stuffing them into He Shuguang's gun bag one by one.

He was also shouting,"Zhang Milong of the Northeast Army, private first-class, requesting to join the ranks!"”

"Get in line!"

He Shuguang looked left and right, and since no one had discovered him, he immediately gave the order!

Oh sh * t!

This could work too!

Everyone thought that they would definitely not be able to go to the Mystic Dragon this time!

However, money could make the world go round!

A few watches could bribe people!

At the same time, everyone understood!

Previously, the Mystic Dragon had tried its best to stop them from going south because it did not want them to become cannon fodder again and die in a foreign country.

Now, he couldn't stop it!

The Enchanting Dragon had also chosen to head south with his comrades to 'die' together!

All the cannon fodder in the Sichuan army understood the actions of the Mystic Dragon!

The only thing he didn't understand was the student soldier, He Shuguang!

"Enchanting Dragon! If you want to lose money, we'll help you! One watch is really enough!"

Snakebutt was really pissed!

Not only was the snake's butt uncomfortable, but it was also numb and not spicy. Even the vet, Ah Yi, could not stand it!

A watch was worth at least a dollar, right?

Pawning it would allow him to eat several meals of pork stewed vermicelli, not to mention more than one piece!

Seven or eight pieces!

"Get lost! What nonsense are you talking about! Do you think you can get rid of that soldier kid with just a watch?”

The Mystic Dragon was more realistic than anything else. Now that the watch in his hand was targeted, if he didn't squeeze it clean, would he be able to get the Mystic Dragon to join the ranks?

The Enchanting Dragon had come clean and clean, so it didn't have to talk nonsense!

Under Zhang Lixian's urging, the remaining soldiers of the Sichuan Army left the concentration camp, ready for the first time, and marched toward the New Armament that they had been longing for!

Goodbye, Chan Da!

They were all chanting in their hearts!

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