"Crash!"
The secret vault of the Mystic Dragon was opened.
Everyone rushed in like a swarm of bees and was instantly stunned by the dazzling things inside.
Canned beef, canned pork, liquor, chocolate, a lighter, and even two packs of Camel cigarettes!
"Wow, I knew it. There must be a reason why this kid, the Lost Dragon, could afford to eat watermelon…"
"You can do it, Lost Dragon. Aren't you afraid of getting your hands on so many goods?”
He wanted to laugh and come over, but he was pushed aside by the Lost Dragon.
"You mountain monkey, what do you know? When I was hoarding goods, you were all playing with mud in this broken courtyard!”
"These goods are the hardest. As long as the war is still going on, they won't fall into our hands!”
The Enchanting Dragon gritted its teeth and waved its hand."We've split them, we've split them all. We're going to war anyway, leaving them here is throwing them away!”
If he was willing to bet, he had to admit defeat. Who asked him to lose to Zhao Ziqiang?
The entire courtyard immediately erupted into a huge cheer!
The Lost Dragon took the initiative to distribute all the canned food, allowing the Chuan Legion to have a real taste of their own medicine!
………
The next day, Zhao Ziqiang tidied up his military uniform and sat in his room.
He was waiting for someone.
This person's name was Yu Xiao Qing.
Yu Xiao Qing was a talented general, a typical soldier of iron blood.
He seemed to be a natural-born speaker, always able to easily arouse the blood and generosity of the cannon fodder.
His body was always straight, as if he would never fall down.
It was a pity that his ambition to serve the country had been limited by the higher-ups and he had no choice but to sell the Sichuan Army Corps that had already fought the Nu River.
At the end of the battle, Long Wenzhang had no choice but to ask everyone, as if he was asking himself.
"Who are we fighting for?”
…………
According to the plot of the original novel, today was the day he came to recruit soldiers.
The cannon fodder group that had been in a decadent state for a long time in Chan Da was finally remembered.
According to the orders from the higher-ups, they would be sent to fly over the Nu River and head straight for the battlefield, once again leading a life of fleeing.
If they had not met Long Wenzhang, these people would have died on the battlefield in a foreign country.
At eight o'clock in the morning, a jeep equipped with an anti-aircraft machine gun drove into Chanda, followed by a large group of well-trained infantry.
Yu Xiaoqing sat in the front passenger seat, coldly looking at the wounded and defeated soldiers on both sides of the road.
Although they were wearing military uniforms, everyone's eyes were filled with numbness and inhumanity, like walking corpses.
Yu Xiao Qing's expression became more and more unsightly. As an iron-blooded soldier, every time he saw his own country's soldiers like this, he wanted to immediately pull out his gun and kill them.
The jeep drove into the courtyard where the Chuan Legion was located and Yu Xiaoqing got out of the car.
However, the scene in the courtyard made his eyes light up.
Unlike the defeated soldiers on the streets of Chan Da, the soldiers here had their chests puffed out and their heads held high. They had long been lined up.
Although their military uniforms were tattered, each of them had an imposing appearance. There seemed to be an invisible layer of killing intent in their eyes.
Almost every soldier in the Chuan Legion was a veteran.
Of course, Ah Yi was an exception. He was a half-baked major who had never been on the battlefield.
They had only lost their fighting spirit because of failure and decadence. As long as there was a fire to ignite them, they would immediately become the best soldiers.
This fire was Zhao Ziqiang, who had suddenly appeared.
Yu Xiao Qing walked over with big strides, wearing shiny military boots, a pair of spotless white gloves, and holding a pointer.
He glanced at the soldiers of the River Legion with satisfaction. He really did not expect there to be real warriors here.
"My name is Yu Xiao Qing. My superiors told me that if I let you go to the MDT to fight, they will give me the best equipment to strengthen the regiment.”
"I said thank you!"
Zhao Ziqiang sat in the room and listened to Yu Xiaoqing say almost the same lines as in the TV series. He was silent.
"My superior said,'Alright, I'll give you the Chuan Legion.' I know that the River Legion is a legion that has already been destroyed.”
"I said yes, I want the Chuan Legion!"
"I came here today, and you guys really didn't disappoint me. Soldiers should behave like soldiers!”
"If you join my regiment, I will give you the best weapons and equipment. You will have three meals a day, a field hospital, military pay, money to be given when you become a soldier, and most importantly, you will have the opportunity to kill the Japanese!”
Yu Xiaoqing's expression was generous and heroic, but the people of the Chuan Legion seemed to not hear him and still stood there expressionlessly.
Zhao Ziqiang sighed. This Yu Xiaoqing was starting to paint a big picture again.
Her words sounded even better than her singing.
However, after passing through the Southern Heavenly Gate, they were only left with their underpants. They didn't even see any planes or cannons.
The Chuan Legion instantly became a bunch of f * cking cannon fodders. In the end, they couldn't escape the fate of being cannon fodders.
Thinking of this, he adjusted the epaulets on his military uniform and walked out.
Master Yu, thank you for your generosity. I thank you on behalf of the Chuan Legion, but…"
Zhao Ziqiang walked to the opposite of Yu Xiaoqing and slowly said three words.
"Thank you!"
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