"Messenger, within three meters!"
"Order the troops to rest on the spot!"
Zhao Ziqiang passed the order to Meng Fan.
Meng Fan immediately passed down the order, and the long line finally stopped.
Zhao Ziqiang sat by the tree and drank some water.
"We haven't seen the Japanese's follow-up troops either. Should we send a few scouts to see if there's any tail behind them?”
He turned to look at Long Wenzhang beside him.
He suddenly realized that Long Wenzhang's eyes were tightly shut, as if he was asleep.
Zhao Ziqiang poked him, only to see Long Wenzhang collapse like a mountain in front of him.
Long Wenzhang had once " died " in the drama.
He suddenly collapsed without any warning. There was no sign of life. He was clearly dead.
The people from the cannon fodder regiment were heartbroken and prepared to abandon him and run.
In less than two minutes, he came back to life.
This was a deep coma caused by overwork. Zhao Ziqiang did not expect it to happen to him.
It was time to let him sleep.
Zhao Ziqiang remained silent and let Long Wenzhang rest in peace.
Long Wenzhang had a dream.
In the dream, he successfully became the regiment commander and had nearly a thousand brothers. He approached the Southern Heavenly Gate in a mighty manner.
They happily crossed the Nu River.
Long Wenzhang turned around after he came ashore, but he realized that there was no one behind him!
Countless white bones floated above the Nu River!
When he opened his eyes again, the white bones had disappeared. In their place were nearly a thousand new graves erected on the other side of the river!
"Let's go! I'll take you home!"
Long Wenzhang roared in despair and knelt down powerlessly on the other side of the river.
At the same time, the sleeping Long Wenzhang opened his eyes!
He hurriedly stood up and looked around.
When he saw that the soldiers were still sitting and resting, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
He looked at Zhao Ziqiang, who was beside him, and felt like a stone had been lifted from his heart.
Now that he was no longer the regiment commander, these 1,000 lives were in Zhao Ziqiang's hands.
This heavy burden was no longer carried by him alone.
………
At the back of the team, a woman in plain clothes in her early thirties stood not far away. She was holding the hand of a seven or eight-year-old boy.
Beside the woman lay an old man who had been dead for a long time. His body had already begun to harden.
"Passerby gentleman, who will help me bury my father-in-law…"
"Passerby gentleman, who will help me bury my father-in-law…"
The woman lowered her head, her back facing the soldiers of the River Legion, and repeated the same sentence in a low voice.
Zhao Ziqiang discovered this scene when he was patrolling the team.
He thought to himself that it was really interesting. The plot of the movie could not escape, but it changed uncontrollably.
Yao Ma didn't die, Kang Ya didn't die, and the team structure was still intact.
Wasn't the woman in front of him the future wife of the Lost Dragon?
Meanwhile, Enchanting Dragon was still bragging to Yaoma and the others, so he didn't notice this woman.
Meanwhile, Unspicy, Snakebutt, and the others were sitting cross-legged together, sizing her up with interest.
"Look, that woman is not bad.”
"Bean cake, go and build a coffin for her father-in-law. She'll be your wife and even bring a son!”
"Congratulations on becoming a father as soon as you get married!"
"Bullsh * t, he's clearly a father before he gets married.”
With a blade of grass in his mouth, Bula said," I can tell what's going on at a glance. This woman is from a wealthy family. Her father-in-law died on the way to escape. She didn't have a place to bury him, so she's looking for help."”
Gradually, the Enchanting Dragon also discovered this woman.
He suddenly stopped playing with Yao Ma and slowly stood up.
Then, he walked towards the woman as if he had lost his soul.
"You hammer, you son of a b * tch who forgets his brother when he sees a woman!”
She scolded him angrily.
Zhao Ziqiang looked at the scene in front of him with interest.
The Mystic Dragon walked up to the woman and pinched the boy's face, but the boy stepped on it ruthlessly.
"Um, can you marry me?"
The Enchanting Dragon suddenly spoke bluntly.
The woman looked up at him and said,"Then you have to help me bury my father-in-law."”
"My father-in-law prepared a three-inch-thick coffin for himself before he died. Now that he has died here, you have to make a three-inch-thick coffin for him.”
"Is it that simple?"
"Just you wait!" The Enchanting Dragon rolled up his sleeves.”
"Quick, quick, quick. Whoever has weapons, take them out!”
"Axe! Why did you give me a knife?!"
"Don't f * cking eat it anymore. Give me a quick hand and a nail!”
Bula and the others were laughing so hard that they were out of breath, but they still helped him find the tools.
With all the tools ready, the Mystic Dragon ran up the mountain and began to cut down the trees.
"Down the mountain--"
"Ying Shan has fallen--"
One tree after another fell down, followed by the sound of coffins being made.
The Enchanting Dragon had lost its soul for this woman.
He would probably be willing to dig out the entire mountain, let alone a coffin.
Zhao Ziqiang was watching with great interest.
"Regiment Commander, this kid, Lost Dragon, has started to break military discipline. We have to teach him a lesson.”
Long Wenzhang walked over from behind and said in a low voice.
Zhao Ziqiang nodded.
In the original plot, the Enchanting Dragon was almost shot dead.
"Then how do you want to deal with it? Directly execute him?"
He wanted to know what to do about Long Wenzhang.
"The death penalty can be avoided, but it's hard to escape punishment. I'm also thinking of a way. I won't shoot him to death, but I have to make this kid suffer a little.”
"Our team is getting bigger and bigger. If we don't have strict discipline, we will soon become a pile of loose sand!”
Long Wenzhang answered decisively.
Zhao Ziqiang agreed with him.
"You're right, but I already have a way.”
Zhao Ziqiang had already made up his mind.
After the Mystic Dragon finished building the coffin, he kowtowed to his father-in-law who had already passed away.
I'll teach him a good lesson!
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