Super War: My Leader, My Regiment
2 Stewed vermicelli with pork and cabbage

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"Guild Leader?"

No Spicy was dumbfounded. He looked at Yao Ma in confusion, and Yao Ma also shook his head.

Only Meng Fan was adding firewood as he muttered,"Yo, our half-rotten cannon fodder regiment finally has a commander?”

Zhao Ziqiang ignored them and walked to the pot. He opened the lid and smelled it.

"This is called pork stewed with vermicelli? Have you ever eaten pork stewed with vermicelli?”

The group of soldiers stood rooted to the ground, staring at each other.

"What do they know! A bunch of losers."

The northeast soldier spat out a watermelon seed."The Four Eastern Provinces have lost face because they came to Yunnan.”

Lost Dragon was the richest person in the entire cannon fodder regiment. Before he was defeated, he was the chief of a military supply division.

The defeat had almost wiped out the entire army. The Lost Dragon was lucky enough to survive, so the remaining military supplies were given to this guy.

Zhao Ziqiang threw the pot lid away and pulled out two pieces of pork from behind him as if he was performing a magic trick.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two pieces of pork.

"Gulp."

Not Spicy swallowed hard, but he was slapped on the back of his head by Yao Ma.

"You good-for-nothing. Two pieces of pork made your son so greedy!”

Then, he walked forward and smiled at Zhao Ziqiang, revealing his two big teeth."Sir, do you need help?"

"The goods are quite hard. Did you just come from the black market?”

The Mystic Dragon gradually stopped chewing on the watermelon and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Cut the crap. Do you want to eat pork stewed vermicelli?”

Zhao Ziqiang glanced at everyone and asked in a bad mood.

"Yes!"

The cannon fodder replied in unison. Their orders were even more uniform than when they were escaping.

"Annoying, go and get the vermicelli you swindled for me!”

"It's not spicy. Don't put in those two cabbages. Cut them all for me!”

"Today, I'll definitely let you have a taste of what the pork stewed with vermicelli from the northeast is like!”

Zhao Ziqiang stirred the big pot, and the smoke covered his face.

The cannon fodder regiment fought to the end, leaving only one-tenth of them alive. Many of them were still deserters even when they died.

Now that he, Zhao Ziqiang, was here, such a thing would definitely not happen!

He wanted to turn the cannon fodder into a real sharp sword!

Two pieces of streaky pork were neatly placed on the tree stump. They weighed at least ten pounds, enough for these cannon fodder to eat.

Zhao Ziqiang held his arm, picked up the kitchen knife, and quickly cut the pork into small pieces.

Then, he glanced at the vet who was smoking a pipe.

"Veterinarian, don't hide that little bit of oil. Take it out and stew the meat.”

When the vet heard this, his wrinkled old face immediately smiled unnaturally. He dug around in his pocket and finally took out a small bottle of pork fat.

Meng Fan looked at the vet in shock."You old man, you still have private goods hidden in your pants!”

" Aiya..." The vet hurriedly explained,""I still have patients there. The patients need me to take care of them…"

He couldn't help but look at Zhao Ziqiang, who was cutting meat.""How did he know that I have oil here?”

"Meng is annoying! Don't pretend to be a master. Your legs are not agile. You don't have to do anything else. Just come over and light the fire.”

Zhao Ziqiang waved at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan listened and said helplessly to the veterinarian,"Fine, he even knows that I'm a cripple.”

After saying that, he limped over to Zhao Ziqiang and sat down.

"I say, sir, since you are the regiment commander, why would you lower yourself to come to this godforsaken place? We're all a bunch of defeated soldiers. Aren't you afraid of lowering your status?”

"Besides, since you're the Guild Leader, you should have some documents to prove your identity, right? Otherwise, why would we believe that you are the Guild Leader and not a fake one?”

Meng Fan looked at Zhao Ziqiang lazily. At the same time, everyone became alert.

The Mystic Dragon quietly stood up and grabbed a stick beside it.

More and more people were dying in the war. There were cases of soldiers pretending to be officers, and there were even spies from the Japanese.

When Zhao Ziqiang heard Meng Fan's words, he smiled indifferently and said,""If you say that I'm fake, then your rotten leg can't be fake, right? Work hard with me, and I can cure your leg.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Fan's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly came over and whispered,"Is that true? He had to do what he said. Little Master was not good at other things, but he knew how to hold grudges!”

"It's useless to hold grudges. You have to know how to repay kindness."

Zhao Ziqiang finished cutting the meat and smiled at Meng Fan.""Your leg can be cured, but I have a condition.”

"Just say it!"

In order to protect this leg, Meng Fan was willing to do anything!

In the original plot, it was because of the lack of medicine that his legs were infected with a large area of festering, and the drug, Sulfanilamin, could only hold on for a while.

In the end, even with the help of a foreign doctor, Meng Fanle still couldn't get rid of her fate of limping.

Zhao Ziqiang put the meat into the pot and said,"From today onwards, you will be my messenger. You must be within three meters of me, and it would be best if you can reach a distance that can be reached by a slap.”

"If you can do it, I'll save your leg.”

"Is it that simple?"

Meng Fan stared at Zhao Ziqiang in disbelief. After confirming that he was not joking, he immediately saluted!

"Reporting to Leader, Herald Meng Fan is reporting to you. He is definitely within three meters. If you don't believe me, you can slap him to confirm!”

Meng Fan believed Zhao Ziqiang's words. In this remote place, since he could produce two pieces of pork that were worth more than gold, he could cure his leg!

Seeing this scene, everyone was instantly filled with disdain for Meng Fan.

"I'm so annoyed with this son of a b * tch. When he heard that his leg could be cured, his face changed as quickly as a rabbit's!”

Not Spicy chuckled.

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