Long Wenwen swaggered towards Bula and the others. He smiled and waved his hand with the machine gun, and walked around them twice. When he saw the submachine guns on their bodies, he exclaimed and reached out to touch one.

The exaggerated movements made Bu La think he had encountered a psychopath.

"Okay, Hunan Tsai and Thomson have used them, and you guys, oh yo yo, they are all Chinese and formal, and you also have the Sten submachine gun?"

Long Wenwen said with a playful smile, not caring at all that everyone looked at him like he was crazy.

"Stop talking nonsense, who are you?"

"Who am I? I am the leader of your group!" Long Wenwen said confidently with his head held high.

"Captain?"

Upon hearing this, Bu La and She Butt looked at each other. Why is there another group leader?

This is the second person the Sichuan Legion has encountered in the past month claiming to be their leader.

However, the group leader never cooked a meal of pork and cabbage stewed vermicelli for them.

Dare to pretend to be their leader! This is a big taboo. Liao Mingyu's status in their hearts is not low now.

"Fake!"

Everyone said in unison, and at the same time a group of people swarmed up! They threw him to the ground and tied him up without any explanation...

"Dakui, you take a few brothers and stay on the slope to keep watch. The others will follow me."

After saying that, Liao Mingyu led his men and ran to the cabin where Meng Fangli and the others were.

At this time, their faces were full of blood and dirt, and almost all of them had injuries. They supported each other and looked at their leader with firm expressions.

Meng Fangli gritted his teeth, stood up with difficulty with a rifle, straightened his back towards Liao Mingyu, and saluted a military salute with dignity: "Report to the regiment! Meng Fangli, the messenger, led 43 soldiers of the Sichuan Army.

, fought fiercely with two Japanese squads for two hours, successfully arrived at the small warehouse, and annihilated more than 40 Japanese troops. Our troops suffered high casualties, but no one escaped. We stood firm and waited for the regiment to arrive. There were 21 people left. Report completed! Please give instructions!

"

At this time, the veterinarian came out of the wooden house with a young soldier. The old veterinarian also quickly saluted as a military salute. Their hands and chests were covered in blood, which was obviously from helping the injured soldier bandage.

Looking at Meng Fanglia's slightly trembling right leg, after a long and fierce battle, some of the wounds on his injured leg that were about to heal collapsed.

"Brothers, you have worked hard!" Liao Mingyu said sincerely. At the same time, he stepped forward to support the shaky Meng Fanle.

"Commander, you did a great job this time."

"Hey, I don't dare to disappoint you in the mission assigned by the Master. These devils are just bullying me, a disabled person. If the little master had better legs and feet, it wouldn't be a big deal to beat him thirty times.

"Meng Fanxiao said with a playful smile.

The leader he had longed for finally came to save them.

"You kid, you are still so stubborn." Liao Mingyu shook his head and said, "Tell me, kid, you are not allowed to salute me on the battlefield next time. The enemy's snipers all pick officials to shoot. I still want to

I’ll live for two more days.”

Then, Liao Mingyu turned his head and ordered to everyone: "Milong, quickly, get the first aid kit and help the veterinarian treat the wounds of the brothers. Kang Ya, you lead the people to clean up the battlefield quickly, especially those grenade launchers."

Put it on me, you laugh your ass off, don’t take off anyone’s underwear again!”

This Kang Ya's ability to clean up the battlefield is undeniable, but his bad habit of picking off people's underwear must be changed. In the words of Mi Long, he looks too disgusting.

Liao Mingyu supported Meng Fanglia and was about to go into the house to help him bandage again, but the Bu La group just came back.

"Captain, we caught a spy and he wants to impersonate you."

Bula threw the tightly tied Long Wenwen on the ground, pointed at him and said.

"Hey, you've got a brain injury, I'm the leader of your group," Long Wenwen, who was lying on the ground, said in Hunan dialect.

"You are a hammer. Believe it or not, I will shoot your baby to death." Yaoma jumped up and slapped Long Wenwen on the head. While Liao Mingyu was here, he must show off.

"I'm really the leader of your group, I'm serious." Another standard Sichuan dialect came out of Long Wenwen's mouth.

"You are still wrinkled when you are hungry. I don't believe it. Our leader's surname is Liao. What do you think your surname is?" The veterinarian also became interested at this time and asked Long Wenwen.

"Hungry's surname is Long, Hungry's name is Long Wenwen, Hungry is the real leader." Another Shaanxi dialect came out of his mouth.

Everyone was confused. Who was this guy? How could he know all the dialects from all over the world? It didn't sound like he was imitating him at all, just like a local.

Long Wenwen is also confused now.

He fought in Burma for half a year, and every time he relied on this move to collect the broken troops, reunite them, and then use this group of broken soldiers to fight against the little Japanese.

Then in less than half a month, a group of defeated soldiers were wiped out, and he followed the same pattern to gather another wave of defeated soldiers.

With the colonel's uniform on him, he has served as a regimental commander three or four times during this period.

Why is it not working here?

Seeing this group of soldiers with complete equipment and rich combat effectiveness, Long Wenwen originally thought he had found a treasure. But looking at the current situation, these soldiers did not believe him at all. Could it be that their leader is still alive?

Liao Mingyu, who was standing aside, shook his head speechlessly. It seemed that Long Wenwen had not escaped the fate of being kidnapped by the cannon fodder.

"You said you are their leader?" Liao Mingyu looked straight at Long Wenwen and said.

"..." Long Wenwen raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile on his lips but extremely sharp eyes.

He didn't dare to answer because he really wasn't sure about Liao Mingyu's details. He saw everyone surrounding him with awe. He also had an idea in his mind: "Hey, sir, can you untie me first?

Let’s talk alone.” Long Wenwen smiled ingratiatingly at Liao Mingyu.

Liao Mingyu understood that this guy could be regarded as a genius. He could cry, laugh, act mischievously, and go into battle to kill the enemy. He could change his emotions back and forth in an instant.

Just like the dialects from all over the country that he is proficient in, he is inexplicable and crazy, but sometimes he is calm and clear in thinking.

He is Long Wenwen, an unpredictable guy and a genius who knows how to fight.

"Let him go!" Liao Mingyu waved his hand, Snake stepped forward and cut the rope around him with the kitchen knife he carried.

"Oh my God, I finally feel comfortable now." After rubbing his numb hands, Long Wenwen said another sentence in Northeastern dialect. Hearing this, Long's scalp felt numb.

"Sir, can we take a moment to talk?"

Liao Mingyu nodded and walked to a secluded place with him.

"You are their leader, right?" Long Wenwen said straight to the point.

"Why, it doesn't look like you?"

"No, no, no, I've never seen such a young regiment leader. Why don't you wear an officer's uniform?" Long Wenwen asked doubtfully.

"Humph, I was born in a serious military academy. I'm no better than you, a regimental commander who just scraped off some skin." Liao Mingyu said angrily, and at the same time handed him his officer certificate. As for why not

Wearing a commander's uniform, it's hard to tell you that I'm afraid of death.

Long Wenwen was also extremely surprised after reading it. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Liao Mingyu and said: "Very good, very good."

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't care if you are a regiment leader or a soldier. I just heard from my soldiers that you are very skilled. How about you follow me to fight the Japanese?" Liao Mingyu knew that he was a talent, and such a person would not abduct him.

When it comes to the Sichuan Army, it's really a waste of natural resources.

"Commander, after all, I am also wearing a colonel's uniform. I can't just be a soldier under you. Wouldn't that also ruin your reputation?"

This is Long Wenwen, who talks nonsense when he hits people. Looking at his despicable appearance, Liao Mingyu couldn't help but want to beat him up.

In the end, after some wrangling with him, Long Wenwen successfully got a position as a regimental auxiliary in the Sichuan Army Corps, although there are now less than 60 people in the regiment...

Now in the Burmese jungle, the mountains and plains are filled with soldiers. Japanese soldiers, Allied soldiers, and the Sichuan regiments scurrying everywhere were defeated. For this battle, all parties did not know how many troops they invested.

The organization has been disrupted for a long time. Often a group of people randomly piece together an army and start fighting. After being destroyed, they are reorganized. The organization becomes more and more chaotic. And Liao Mingyu, in this foreign jungle, may be the only existing member of the Chinese army.

The greatest commander.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for annihilating 108 Japanese troops, including 3 sergeants, 1 second lieutenant, and 1 lieutenant. A total of 148 points and 1480 experience points were obtained. The current points remaining are 5204. The system upgrade requirements have been met. Do you want to upgrade?"

The voice of the system sounded in Liao Mingyu's mind again.
Chapter completed!