"We're here!"

"Haha, we've arrived at Zenda!"

Seeing the sign hanging on the roadside, everyone in the Sichuan Legion was excited and finally came back.

This town is like a haven for everyone. It has the warmth of home and is a place where you can get shelter and a place to return.

"What's going on? There's no one on the road."

"You bastard, I remember this road is usually used by many people." Bula touched his head and made a confused sound.

"Isn't this the end of the story? Where have all the people gone? Where are my wife and children!?"

Mi Long was a little anxious, but the two most important people in his heart were nowhere to be seen.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots were heard in the distance, which frightened everyone. Everyone immediately picked up their weapons, thinking that something was going on ahead.

"Hey, put it all down, let's play Taiwan gun, don't be nervous. It's a common people's game."

The well-informed Long Wenwen waved his hand, signaling everyone to relax.

At this time, everyone discovered that at the far end of the road, there was an open space outside a white wall full of people, looking directly at them.

"You bastard, with this posture, you can't even steal a cow."

Bu La stared at the crowd dumbfounded and said something silly.

The speechless Liao Mingyu slapped him on the head: "How many sneaky things have you done?"

"oh!"

"The hero is back!"

At this moment, the people in front began to beat gongs and drums, and it was very lively. Several young people wrapped in quilts danced their own unique dance to welcome the return of the Sichuan Army soldiers.

Many common people flocked to the scene and put flowers on the soldiers' faces. They touched the soldiers' faces and heads with their hands, using their local customs to express their gratitude to the Sichuan Army.

Good guy, Liao Mingyu was covered with a quilt by the people, and the people put their hands on his head and shoulders as a sign of respect and gratitude to him. Their enthusiasm really flattered Liao Mingyu.

Then the common people held all kinds of eggs, fruits, pork, roast chicken... and respectfully brought them to the soldiers.

There was a girl among them, holding a bowl of nuts, and handed it to Meng Fan with both hands respectfully: "Brother, I ate this myself. If you don't dislike it, just accept it!"

Looking at this innocent and lovely girl in shock, Meng Fan's nose actually felt a little sore, and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.

A captain smelled the company commander being roasted and was still concentrating on lighting a match that he couldn't light.

A top student who was proficient in English and studied mechanics. Facing a Japanese tank, he took half a second to make a decision, put down the Molotov cocktail, lay down and pretended to be dead. He didn't scream even when a Japanese bayonet penetrated two inches into his leg.

, she actually shed tears all over her face at this time.

"thanks, thanks……"

He took the bowl of nuts, lowered his head and expressed his gratitude to the girl with a sob.

"No thanks, we are the ones who should thank you."

Seeing Meng Fanxiao accept his gift, the girl smiled happily.

"That's right. If you hadn't blocked the Japanese on the other side yesterday, we would have been able to stand here just fine."

"Thank you, you are all heroes!"

"Heroes, please accept our wishes."

…

Looking at these simple people, the Sichuan Army soldiers all had tears in their eyes and smiled with relief. The battle last night was worth it!

They finally understood what it was like to be respected. It turned out that the feeling of defending one's family and one's country was so wonderful.

Their belief in following Liao Mingyu became even stronger, because all this glory was brought to them by the group leader.

"Strong man!"

An old man wearing a black coat, glasses and a goatee walked towards Liao Mingyu and the others with a cane and surrounded by a group of people.

"Hard work, hard work! Come and pour wine for the strong man!"

The young man next to him was holding a wine jar and poured a large bowl full of it.

"When I left, the clouds covered the moon; when I came, there were only a few fights. I have been a silverfish all my life. Today I realize that being wrapped in horse leather is a great tragedy, not a great pride!"

An old scholar who spoke Southwest Mandarin said to Liao Mingyu with emotion.

"Haha...you're welcome"

"Here, please finish this bowl!"

…

Looking at the sea bowl that was bigger than the basin, Liao Mingyu's face twitched violently. You actually called this thing a bowl!?

He actually ran into the plot of this original time and space, which was really dumbfounding. Now he wanted to pull Long Wenwen over to stand in front of him. This was what Long Wenwen had to face in the first place.

Long Wenwen looked at Liao Mingyu's overturned eyes and immediately turned his head away. It depends on what I'm doing. It's up to you to take the blame.

Others also looked away in embarrassment, or just looked at the sky, as if it had nothing to do with them.

Damn you, you have no loyalty!

"Strong man?"

"What happened on the battlefield is what happened yesterday! Today you come to your hometown to get drunk. In our Zenda, gentlemen will never laugh at you."

Seeing that Liao Mingyu was hesitant, the old scholar was not moved at all and stared at him seriously, determined to make him finish the bowl of wine today.

Um... Liao Mingyu was speechless. Can he still stand up after putting down this bowl?

Damn it, never mind!

I saw him frowning, taking the big bowl, looking at this full bowl, no, this full basin of turbid wine, I felt so bitter in my heart.

That's right! That's what that guy Long Wenwen did! Haha, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.

After a pause, Liao Mingyu gestured to the old scholar with the big bowl. He raised the bowl high above his head and said loudly: "I respect the heroes who died in battle!"

"Wow..."

He spilled most of the bowl of wine.

"I pay my respects to these miserable creatures!"

"Wow..."

He poured a lot more onto the ground. The old scholar looked at him in surprise. How could he still play like this?

Looking at the bowl with less than a third of the drink left, Liao Mingyu felt that there was still a bit too much. He gritted his teeth and shouted again:

"The respect among people is the conscience of the world!"

There was another shiver, and the wine in the bowl suddenly bottomed out.

When it was almost done, Liao Mingyu shouted with great enthusiasm: "It's done!" Then he drank it down with a dull head.

If you don't do it anymore, it won't make sense.

Although there is still a thin layer of wine left in the bowl, there must be about seven or eight liang.

"Ah...burp~"

Unable to help but burp, Liao Mingyu pretended to shine the bottom of the bowl to everyone, signaling that he would drink every drop.

"Haha, the sea... is huge, so majestic, so majestic!" The old scholar smiled awkwardly, and everyone also applauded and clapped their hands in praise.

Meng FanLei quietly gave him a thumbs up, "Master, you are indeed a master!"

"Folks, listen to me, we won't accept the things. It's not easy for everyone. On behalf of the soldiers of the Sichuan Army, I appreciate your kindness!"

Liao Mingyu cupped his hands and said politely to the people.

"Sir, you are too polite!"

"That's right, sir, just accept it."
Chapter completed!