As for what he said, it was true. The fighting power of the Enchanting Dragon was the strongest among the cannon fodder, other than the cursed star. This was without a doubt.
Seeing that the Lost Dragon had fulfilled its promise, Shen Qing did not say anything more and turned to leave.
"Sigh! You, why don't I give you two half a day and you teach me a few moves?”
The Mystic Dragon did not give up and asked loudly from behind.
"Let's talk about it in the future!"
Shen Qing said perfunctorily. He planned to make a trip to the black market. At this time, Meng Fan should be there.
Then, he ignored the shouts of the Enchanting Dragon behind him and allowed the price to rise from two and a half to five. He turned around and left.
At the same time, Meng Fan dragged his crippled leg and limped around the streets of the Chan Da Market.
Even though he had a brainwave and escaped the most difficult pork
However, because he was a step slower, this vermicelli was also the second most difficult object to deal with.
Chan Da was already in dire straits, half of it was filled with wounded soldiers.
The people who came and went, accompanied by the weak shouts of the hawkers, seemed dilapidated and desolate.
Meng Fan looked at a stall not far away. There was a very thin bundle of vermicelli placed on the stall. The stall owner was sleeping on the table.
His throat trembled violently, and all he could see was the bundle of vermicelli!
Suddenly, a sense of pride arose spontaneously, and Meng Fan felt an inexplicable sense of confidence.
He suddenly grabbed the vermicelli on the table and walked away with it under his armpit, as if the vermicelli was his.
The stall owner looked up with a dumbfounded expression and saw that there was nothing in front of him.
In front of him, a limping soldier was walking further and further away with his bundle of vermicelli!
"Snatching things! Soldiers are snatching things again!"
"This kind of person should be killed directly!”
"Why didn't they rob the Japanese?”
The crowd surrounded them angrily. Coupled with Meng Fanlao's limping appearance, even the stall owner instantly gained confidence.
Meng Fan stopped in his tracks, his face contorted. He was brewing, and it was also a sign that his acting skills were about to explode.
" You're so annoying. You're a smart person. If you can survive in this world, use your brain more and use your gun less…"
Meng Fan muttered in a low voice. Then, he suddenly turned his head and shouted,"What are you doing!"
The crowd suddenly stopped, frozen by the momentum of this moment.
"You are besieging a soldier. Not only is he a soldier, but he is also a patriotic soldier!”
"Not only is he a patriotic soldier, but he's also a patriotic soldier who fights wars!”
"Not only is he a patriotic soldier who fought in the war, but he is also a patriotic soldier who was seriously injured in the war with the devils!”
After saying that, Meng Fan poked his rotten leg heavily, not caring about the thick juice that flowed out of it.
Anyway, the wound was already numb, and he didn't know what pain was.
Seeing everyone's dull gazes, Meng Fanlao's spirits were lifted as he raised his head!
"Our company bravely fought the enemy and took the lead. We fought the entire Japanese team! I saw it with my own eyes, I threw the Molotov Cocktail on the enemy tank, I watched it explode!”
In fact, Meng Fan knew that he didn't have the backbone to spit out the saliva just now.
A few months ago, he threw away the Molotov Cocktail in his hand, glanced at the corpse of the company commander that was about to be burned to ashes, and pretended to be dead on the ground.
The tank rumbled past, crushing the bodies of countless comrades.
However, Meng Fanle's boasting did not stop."Do you know what a tank is?"
"It's taller than this house and the tree! Steel! Iron! The bullet bounced back!"
"There are more than a hundred people in our company, but only my dog life survived. Now that I can't do it anymore, I just want to eat some vermicelli!”
"Young and old men! I'll never forget your kindness. I'm leaving!”
Meng Fan said with a sobbing tone. He cupped his fists at everyone and turned to leave.
After a few steps, a hand reached out and gently but firmly snatched away the bundle of vermicelli.
"General, we have no choice. We have to eat too."
Meng Fan didn't turn around, as if he had already expected this outcome.
He continued to walk forward, but his vision turned black and he fell to the ground…
……
When Shen Qing arrived at the black market, there were not many people there.
The large number of defeated soldiers that had swarmed in had caused a shortage of supplies here. Even the black market did not have many good things left.
Only those black market dealers with fixed sources of goods had hard goods in their hands.
Shen Qing walked around and did not see Meng Fan. It was only then that he suddenly remembered that this guy had stolen the money he had used to buy sulfuric acid from Little Zui's house!
He's probably still at Xiaozui's house now
Shen Qing did not expect to overlook this point. He knew that this was not good and immediately prepared to go to Xiaozui's house.
But at this moment, a commotion in the pawnshop next door caught his attention.
"General, don't be shameless. I'll give you the clothes, but I can't give you the gun!”
"Seriously, isn't this daylight robbery?”
"That's right. You want to redeem your gun without money!”
"A soldier pawned his own gun. How thick-skinned!”
A circle of people gathered at the entrance of the pawnshop and were discussing animatedly, pointing at the counter.
Shen Qing walked over to take a look. A soldier in tattered clothes was lying on the counter of the pawnshop with his limbs spread out. From time to time, he would pick his ears.
He chose to ignore everyone's pointing fingers.
The manager of the pawnshop was also helpless. He cupped his hands and said,"" General, I really can't return the gun to you…"
"Bastard, I want a gun to fight the Japanese. It's just a fire stick in your place.”
This person was none other than the Hunan soldier Bula. He held a tattered military uniform in his hand and said helplessly to the shopkeeper,
The military uniform is so good that the shopkeeper in the pawnshop hates it for having lice.
However, the gun was not easy to get. A tattered Zhongzheng might not even be able to take it down for two to three yuan.
(Are there any readers? I'll have to trouble the brothers who are reading to give me some support and motivation. If you have any suggestions for this book, you can comment in the comments section!）
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