That evening, after dinner.

Liao Mingyu adheres to the concept of loving the soldiers and loving the people, and lives with the old brothers of the Sichuan Army.

Logically speaking, since he is the leader of a group, it is normal for him to have a separate room. But who is happy today? He and his brothers sleep in the same bunk.

In the middle of the night, he regretted that he had underestimated the fighting power of the dragon.

This beast!

It didn't stop all night.

"Milong, this belongs to you! You are trying to demolish the building!"

"Woof woof! Woof!"

Meng Fangli stood in the yard with his hands on his hips and cursed upstairs. Dogrou was frightened by his howling and started barking too.

The other brothers began to doubt life. It was not a question of whether they could sleep or not... We were all young and energetic young men, and this voice was too damn... too damn torturous!

The energetic Mi Long reunited with Shangguan Jiici, and it was as if a farewell was better than a newlyweds... It was like a dry fire, burning like a thunderbolt.

Bu La and Yao Ma Snake Butts ran out of the compound with their quilts in their arms, preferring to squeeze in a nearby house rather than stay here any longer.

Turtle son, it’s too cruel, I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it… (I can’t stand it) Kaname kept cursing in his heart.

Ah Yi was so upset that he sang a military song. Meng was annoyed and continued to yell and curse.

The sounds of cursing, barking dogs and military songs were mixed in the yard.

Dong Dao said with some dissatisfaction: "You people have no morals and let people sleep."

But that sultry sound kept coming from the attic...

this……

A few drops of sweat flowed down Dong Dao's forehead. This tough man couldn't stand this kind of mental torture.

"Where's my knife?"

"I'll help you get it..." Kang Ya said and handed over his red cherry machete.

When he saw him, his closed eyes suddenly opened, he flipped his right hand, and rushed out with a big knife in hand.

Everyone thought he was going to kill the dragon with his sword, but unexpectedly, this guy started practicing his sword skills directly in the yard.

"Bah, idiot! I thought you were going to kill someone." Kang Ya spat at him disdainfully.

Liao Mingyu has scolded Mi Long thousands of times in his heart. How can this grandson be so capable? Can't he use up his strength? Damn, if he had known better, he would have gone to Xiaozui's place to sleep. What the hell is this...

"Uncle, what are mom and him doing?"

The innocent Lei Bao tilted his head and asked Liao Mingyu.

Unexpectedly, he would face this kind of problem one day. Liao Mingyu's face twitched. He could only squat down and said helplessly: "You are still young. You will know when you grow up..."

Veterinarian Hao walked over slowly with his back hunched over, took Lei Bao's hand and said lovingly: "Come on, good boy, go to sleep with grandpa, grandpa will tell you a story."

"Is he dead? Why didn't you see him?"

This kind of thing, the one who was afraid of the world being in chaos, did not say anything? It simply subverted Liao Mingyu's world view.

I was so confused that I scanned the yard and couldn't find this guy.

"The grandson has gone to West Street a long time ago. Mom, I would have known that the young master would also go with him."

Meng Fanlai seemed to be tired of scolding. He sat on the steps, panting heavily and said angrily.

To put it bluntly, West Street is the red light district of Zenda. There are countless people from all walks of life there, and they are basically all in the flesh business.

So witty?

Alas, it seems that today is destined to be a sleepless night, Liao Mingyu couldn't help but thought silently in his heart.

…

Early the next morning, Mi Long came down from upstairs refreshed and found that everyone in the yard was awake.

However, they all had dark circles under their eyes, were listless, and looked like they had not slept well.

"Hey, it's quite early. Did you sleep well yesterday?" Mi Long looked at everyone and said hello sheepishly.

"Good morning, uncle!"

The sleepy Meng Fan, who was squatting in the corner, stood up in agitation and scolded Falong.

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, my wife is still asleep." Milong quickly ran forward and said.

"Why keep it quiet? You two were very happy last night. We stayed out all night and listened to you two singing Liang Shanbo and Zhu Ying all night long... Uh-huh!"

"Shhhhhh! Don't shout. I'll treat you to dinner next time, so don't shout."

Mi Long was so frightened that he quickly covered Meng Fan's mouth and said flatteringly.

Ah Yi next to him suddenly sang a military song again. The bearded Cui Yong over there was even more ruthless. He picked up two sticks and knocked on the stool. Kang Ya imitated the rooster crow in a high-pitched voice.

Milong was very anxious now. He was not around, and everyone was shouting and yelling, trying to make him feel the pain he felt yesterday.

"Don't shout, don't shout, hey, grandpas, I am your grandson, okay? Please stop shouting."

...Looking at the commotion outside the house, Liao Mingyu shook his head helplessly and smiled. Not having slept this night was not without gain.

He spent the whole night laying out the subsequent job arrangements and equipment configuration of the army.

I don’t know what kind of reward the superiors will give me. Don’t just give me a verbal praise to encourage him. Otherwise, he will probably cry to death.

I originally wanted to discuss it with Long Wenwen. This bastard went out to have a good time all night and never came back. Huh, let’s see how I deal with you later.

"Duanzao! Tuanzao!"

At this time, Xing Fuquan rushed in from outside the hospital and shouted anxiously: "Oh no, regimental leader, Yu Xiaoqing and the others just captured one of our officers on West Street!"

"What! What's going on?"

Liao Mingyu stood up suddenly.

"Just now when some of my soldiers went to buy daily necessities, they saw a group of Yu regiment men escorting an officer into a military vehicle on the street."

Xing Fuquan said seriously: "Those soldiers came back immediately and reported to me. Based on their description, I feel that it is probably Deputy Commander Long!"

"Why arrest him?!"

"It seems...it seems I heard that he pretended to be an officer..."

"Boom!"

Liao Mingyu punched the table with anger written all over his face. Long Wenwen still couldn't escape this fate and was captured by Yu Xiaoqing.

Is this bastard so small-minded? His self-esteem was a little hurt when I yelled at him that day by the river. I'm afraid he wants to come back now for revenge.

Pretending to be an officer? It’s really ridiculous. He is such a fake regiment leader who dares to lead his soldiers to the other side of the river to fight against the Japs, but he, the real Yu Tuanzuo, only dares to cower in Zenda and is nothing. Real and fake

How to say it?

No matter what, it is a fact that Long Wenwen was arrested.

"Commander, the entire regiment must assemble!"

The furious Liao Mingyu's mood can be imagined, and he roared loudly.

"Members of the group, please think carefully. I'm afraid we might really get into a fight if we go like this. It's better to negotiate earlier..."

Xing Fuquan's face was full of worry. He was worried that this would cause large-scale bloodshed.

"Let me tell you Xing Fuquan, you are still a member of our Sichuan Legion, so bring me weapons and assemble the troops. Remember, the dignity of the brothers in the Sichuan Legion cannot be trampled by others. I, Liao Mingyu, will never allow anyone to bully us.

Brothers of the Sichuan Army!"

Liao Mingyu's eyes were like the cold wind in the winter moon, which felt like pain on Xing Fuquan's face. He shuddered involuntarily. It seemed that the group leader was really angry.

"Yes!" Without saying another word, Xing Fuquan immediately saluted and then turned around to assemble his team.

"I'm sorry, tell Krupp to pull out all the artillery and point it at Yu Xiaoqing's command post. Damn it, if I don't get angry, do you think I'm a fool!?"

"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away!"

Meng Fanglia also understood the seriousness of the matter. Although he did not agree with this in his heart, due to his unconditional trust in the leader, he could execute any unreasonable order without hesitation.

Everyone was filled with indescribable excitement as they watched the regimental leader who was protecting the calf show off his power. In an instant, a chilling atmosphere filled the entire Sichuan Army Corps station...

At the same time, in the presidential palace on the south bank of Bayu.

The Supreme Head of State was sitting on the Taishi chair, sipping tea in his hand, enjoying the hard-won leisure time in the afternoon.

"Yunong, come and try this April Longjing."

While speaking, the head of state picked up another teacup and handed it to Director Dai who was standing aside.

Dai Yunong, who was sitting upright next to him, took the tea cup respectfully and thanked him quickly.

"Tsk tsk... Well, what's the matter with coming to see me suddenly?"

Putting down the tea cup, the head of state smacked his mouth, savoring the fragrance between his lips, and slowly asked Director Dai.

"It's like this. Yesterday you asked me to verify the intelligence on western Yunnan, as well as the performance telegrams sent by some troops. I have sorted them out. Please take a look."
To be continued...