"Um!"

Just as the soldiers were enjoying their cigarettes, several fierce-looking men saw them smoking and came over with smiles, asking for them.

"Sorry, we only have one. If you don't mind, you can take mine!" A soldier reluctantly handed over half a cigarette.

One of the burly men thanked him and offered him a cigarette, but was stopped by the other burly man.

"You look down on people, don't you?"

How dare you talk like that? We really have nothing left!

"Who are you kidding? I clearly saw that person walk away with half a pack of cigarettes!"

"That was given to us by Wang Bin; we have to hand over the rest!"

"Fine, you won't give it to me then?"

After finishing his sentence, the burly man strode towards the crowd, looking grief-stricken and shouting, "Fellow villagers, they have food and cigarettes, but they won't share with us! What are we given to eat? Thin porridge, is this fit for human consumption? Tell me, is what they did right?"

Many civilians, unaware of what was happening, stood up and glared angrily at the soldiers when they heard that there was food and cigarettes, but they were only given porridge with a few grains of rice.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, we really have run out of rice!"

"I'm talking nonsense. What's in that bag over there, and what are you holding in your hands?"

"Wang Bin gave us the rice and cigarettes!"

Who would believe that?

"What's going on?" Platoon Leader Liu heard the commotion and ran over to ask what was happening.

"Platoon leader, they're framing us! They're saying we're hiding rice and not giving it to them!"

"Comrade, we just finished our last bit of food. That bag of rice was indeed given to us by Wang Bin!"

"Hmph, who would believe that? Anyway, you can say whatever you want!"

How can you talk like that?

"What did I say? I was stating the facts!"