The last time he left home, Li Chendong, who had said so eloquently, "If the Japanese pirates are not eliminated, we will never return home," unexpectedly came home, and was carried back.

Also coming back with him was Li San's gangster. When he went out, he still had two arms, but when he came back, he had only one arm left. His right sleeve swinging in the wind made the housekeeper Li San burst into tears.

Since ancient times in the Wei Dynasty, there has been a saying that "the body's hair and skin are affected by its parents." The third boy's chopped off arm made Li San and his wife's hearts hurt like knives.

"Just come back! Just come back. Li San, wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, don't let the baby see."

After Li Yaozu finished speaking, he quietly raised his sleeves to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

“The wind was a bit strong and a few grains of sand were blown in.”

Li Yaozu explained without any reason, his voice was so low that only he could hear it!

Maybe, I just said it to myself.

"This bastard is still the leader of a regiment. Every time he comes back, he is either alone or being carried back. He has completely disgraced the old Li family!"

This sentence needs to be louder, just loud enough for his wife and housekeeper Li San to hear. Naturally, others are not allowed to hear it, especially in front of the mud-legged people in the village.

These idiots are getting more and more outrageous. Since the Eighth Route Army named Chu came, the township party members in Lijia Village have become less and less willing to take the words of their patriarch at their word.

They also formed a village committee, saying that all villagers have the final say in matters in the village. Those idiots can't read a lot of Chinese characters. What do they know?

I originally thought that I would wait for the young man who was the leader of the government army to come back to support me and the squires, but now it seems that it is better to avoid making excuses.

One was lying half dead, another was missing an arm, and there were more than a dozen wilted remnants!

At first glance, they looked like they were returning from a defeated battle, and they were worse than Erxiaozi's militia.

"Oh, forget it, just come back. Why are you angry with Chu and Balu? You can't do it!"

Thinking of this, Li Yaozu couldn't help but let out a long sigh, showing his helplessness and unwillingness to do what he wanted.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back. Even though I suffered a little injury, I've almost recovered. I'm fine. You don't have to sigh!"

Seeing his parents, Li Chendong climbed up from the stretcher with difficulty and spoke much more energetically.

The first is to reassure my parents, and the second is not to overpower the commander of the Jinsui Army in front of the township party.

"Well, just come back. Let's go home first!"

Li San, prepare food for more than a dozen people. It’s noon and everyone is hungry. We need enough meat!”

When the dozen or so wilted soldiers heard that there was meat to eat, they immediately became energetic, just like the old Japanese melons in the field poured a big ladle of fertilizer.

When the kids come home, what could be more exciting than serving a big bowl of meat.

Li Yaozu is a complete pragmatist and never bothers to engage in frivolous things.

No matter how many nice comforting words you say, it’s not as good as serving a big bowl of meaty noodles that rise to the top of the bowl!

Of course, a small bowl of Shanxi mature vinegar that is so sour that it will knock your teeth off is also indispensable.

"Mom, bring me another fat garlic!"

"Boss, please eat slowly. No one is trying to fight you. Your wounds are not fully healed yet!"

Li Chendong's mother turned around and went to get the garlic. As she walked, she didn't forget to spit:

"Damn you little devil, you are so ruthless!"

Li Chendong hadn't eaten such delicious noodles for a long time. The piles of fatty meat dumplings made him want to eat it. He swallowed it with the plump garlic head, not to mention how fragrant it was!

The noodles are just right but the garlic is not right, which is equal to half right. Every time you eat it, it still smells good under the garlic made by my mother.

Li Chendong ate a whole bowl in one go. The bowl was bigger than his head. He was so afraid that he wouldn't eat enough. The pile of stinky food was as high as the wheat stack in the old Li family's granary.

"Where are the second and third children? Why haven't I seen them?"

After finishing a huge bowl of noodles, Li Chendong remembered that he hadn't seen his two brothers and casually asked about his father.

Not to mention the second child, the third child is okay, but when he mentions Li Yaozu, he is full of resentment. Now it's better, the boss is back, and finally there is a new person who can listen to his anger.

"Forget about the second child and the third child, these two bastards, especially the third child, don't learn from the good ones, and run out to fight the Japanese with the Eighth Route Army!"

When Li Chendong heard this, he immediately lost the desire to eat noodles. The third child who felt most distressed had gone to become a popular bandit. How could he, the commander of the Jinsui Army, still be able to eat?

"Dad, what are you talking about? The third child has gone to become a popular gangster?"

"Boss, it's the Eighth Route Army! Aren't you cooperating now? Don't dare call us that."

Li Chendong only remembered when his father reminded him that these red bandits were now called the Eighth Route Army, and at least they were apparently friendly forces.

"Dad, call him Eight Road or Nine Road, it's just like our rock sugar radish, the skin is white but the heart is still red!"

"When I was in Wuhan, I saw someone named Wang killing them. He was so cruel! I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go!"

"I couldn't bring myself to kill them, and I didn't want to be killed by mistake, so I ran back to the Jinsui Army."

"The two sides have been fighting for ten years. Now that the Japs are here, the Wei government has temporarily chosen to cooperate with them. Once the Japs are beaten away, they will have to fall out. I don't want to kill our youngest brother then!"

Li Chendong's words just happened to be heard by the mother who brought the garlic, and she immediately became anxious. Not to mention his three boys, even those eight-year-olds in the village were all good people. When he heard that the boss wanted to kill them, he quickly stopped him.

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"Boss, you can't do this if you don't care what others do. That's your third brother! He will be punished!"

After the Japanese are beaten away, you all go home to farm and become the leader of the Lao Shizi regiment. Some of you are injured every three days, but our family has no shortage of food and supplies for you!"

"Mom, you don't understand, this is politics!"

After Li Chendong finished speaking, he reached out to his mother for garlic. The old lady retracted her hand and continued:

"Mom doesn't know anything about politics. I only know that my brothers can't kill each other. If you fight the Japanese, I'll make noodles for you when you come back. If you dare to imitate others and kill the Eighth Route Army, let alone eating noodles when you go home, you won't be allowed in.

You come in!"

Li Chendong couldn't win over his mother, so he had to seek support from his father. Unexpectedly, his father, who usually stood by his side, no longer supported him.

"I said boss, your mother is right. Although I don't like these Eighth Route Army, they fight against Japanese invaders, and they are reasonable. Our family will not get involved in this."

Li Chendong was completely speechless. He finally understood. If he kept talking, let alone eat the garlic in his mother's hands, he wouldn't even be able to eat the noodles next time he came back.

"Dad, don't listen to the nonsense. We have to rely on us to fight the Japanese. What can they do with their broken guns?

Are the Japs so easy to fight? I have a strong regiment with only a dozen guns to fight with, and so is the third child. If you want to beat the Japs, follow me. The Eighth Route Army has always wandered but never attacked!"

When the old lady saw that the boss stopped shouting about killing, she handed him the garlic in her hand.

Which one of them is better at fighting the Japanese is not her business as an old country woman, but she cannot let the boss beat the third!

There is also a second child! Although he is only a militia platoon leader, his platoon seems to be more energetic than the soldiers brought back by the boss.

"The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh. How did those people remove them?"
Chapter completed!