"How could it be false? I saw it with my own eyes. At that time, I thought we were dead. Unexpectedly, Mr. Ye wiped out that group of devils as soon as he appeared." The Eighth Route Army soldier immediately became excited when he mentioned this.

The woman listened to the Eighth Route Army soldier bragging for a long time before she walked away, twisting her waist and looking very satisfied.

"Old Li, what's wrong? Don't sleep, monk." Zhao Gang looked at Li Yunlong, who was drowsy, and immediately became anxious and shouted.

"Political Commissar, what happened?" Monk Wei rushed in and saw Li Yunlong lying on the kang, almost fainting, with his whole body twitching. He suddenly became anxious.

"Monk, Captain, what's wrong? What happened before?" Zhao Gang was a little anxious. He was fine when he just woke up.

"Political Commissar, I told you before that the regiment commander had malaria, but he was fine when he came back and you didn't take it seriously, so I didn't tell you." The monk was shocked when he heard this.

"What, why didn't you tell me earlier, you monk Wei, if anything happens to the captain, I will deal with you, Lao Li, Lao Li." Zhao Gang glared at Monk Wei fiercely and shook Li Yunlong to prevent him from fainting.

"Political Commissar, I'll go find a doctor." Monk Wei said, and was about to turn around and go out to find a doctor to check on Li Yunlong.

"Just stand there. Where can you find a doctor at this time? There is no doctor in Zhaojiayu. What if you go out and attract the Japanese?" Zhao Gang scolded Wei Heshang and scratched his head in distress.

"What should we do? We can't just watch the commander die. Political Commissar, please believe me. I will definitely not bring the Japanese to Zhao Jiayu." Monk Wei looked at Zhao Gang anxiously.

"That won't work. I believe you, but you can't joke with the people of Zhao Jiayu. Old Li, I hope you can get through this." Zhao Gang looked a little sad.

"Oh, political commissar, I understand. Mr. Ye can definitely save the commander. If he takes action, the commander can be saved." The monk's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he remembered something, and hurried out.

"Monk." Zhao Gang stretched out his hand and wanted to call Monk Wei back, but when he saw Li Yunlong, he hesitated.

In the small courtyard.

"Mr. Ye, I beg you to save our leader. I, Monk Wei, will work like a slave for you." Monk Wei looked at Ye Zheng with a pleading look on his face.

"This one?" Ye Zheng was a little embarrassed. It seemed a bit bad to act casually.

"Bang."

Monk Wei suddenly knelt on the ground, and the pleading look on his face became even more intense.

"It's not impossible for me to take action, but it will come at a price. We'll talk about it later. Let's go see your leader first." Ye Zheng glanced at Monk Wei and pulled him up first.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye. From now on, I will do anything you ask me to do." Monk Wei patted his chest with a look of gratitude on his face.

Ye Zheng nodded. The power of his soul and thoughts just now detected Monk Wei's body. Some powerful blood power was hidden, as if it would erupt at any time. It did give him some ideas.

He first looked at Li Yunlong, who didn't have a big problem. He made a move in the black gold tripod with dragon patterns, took out a storage bag that he had used a long time ago, and poured out a pill. This was the Shaolin Temple's Xiaohuandan in the world of martial arts. To him now, it was naturally a bunch of rubbish.

Monk Wei took the Xiaohuandan as if it were a treasure. He prepared to dissolve it in water and feed it to Li Yunlong.

"cough."

After Li Yunlong took the Xiaohuandan, his complexion gradually turned rosy. Although he had not woken up yet, he was no longer like he was just now, as if he was about to die at any time.

"Mr. Ye, thank you so much this time. Monk, tell the kitchen staff to prepare two dishes. I want to treat Mr. Ye to a good drink." Zhao Gang looked at Li Yunlong, who was about to recover, with excitement.

Ye Zheng nodded and did not reject Zhao Gang's enthusiasm. Monk Wei on the side hurried to the kitchen to make a speech.

On the wine table.

"Come, Mr. Ye, Zhao Gang will toast you a glass." Zhao Gang picked up the wine bowl and said to Ye Zheng.

"Haha, well, I don't usually drink and I drink very rarely." Ye Zheng smiled but didn't pick up the wine bowl directly.

"Mr. Ye, let me tell you, wine is something that needs to be drunk slowly to appreciate its flavor. How can you do that if you don't know how to drink?" Zhao Gang sighed, thinking back to the beginning, he was also a simple person, but everything changed since he came to the Independent Regiment.

"Well, since Political Commissar Zhao is so enthusiastic, it would be a bit awkward for Ye to refuse." Ye Zheng turned his eyes, raised the wine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Haha, that's how a man should be. Monk, pour the wine." Zhao Gang laughed and drank the wine in his bowl. He quickly told the monk to pour wine for Ye Zheng.

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"Political Commissar Zhao has a good alcohol tolerance." Ye Zheng said as he looked at Zhao Gang, who had already drunk more than two bottles of liquor but had not yet fallen down.

"That's right, Mr. Ye, I tell you, you have to drink enough wine. Monk, here, bring the wine." Zhao Gang boasted and called out to Monk Wei to bring the wine.

"Political Commissar, you can't drink anymore. If you continue drinking, you will drink too much." Monk Wei shook his head but did not go to get the wine.

"Monk, what the hell are you wasting your time talking to? Hurry up and bring me some wine. Believe it or not, I'm going to teach you a lesson." Seeing that the monk didn't move, Zhao Gang immediately shouted.

The monk could only turn around helplessly and go get Li Yunlong's treasured wine, thinking to himself, "When did this political commissar become like the regiment commander, always cursing at every turn."

"Damn it, this monk! Forget it, Brother Ye, let's continue drinking." Zhao Gang was so excited that he drank another bowl of wine.

Ye Zheng chuckled, shook his head, and drank the wine as well. He hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. It was so amazing that he didn't care about the change in Zhao Gang's address. After all, he was a human, not a god.

"Hey, Brother Ye, don't you know how to drink? How come you can drink so much?" Zhao Gang's face turned red, as if he remembered something. The monk who was pouring wine on the side also looked at Ye Zheng curiously.

"Haha, if you can't even get drunk, how can you be considered a good drinker? Come on, Political Commissar Zhao, one left." Ye Zheng chuckled, picked up the wine bowl again and drank it all in one gulp.

"Here, let's drink it." Zhao Gang shivered, swayed, looked at the wine in the bowl, gritted his teeth, and drank it in one gulp.

"Bang."

As soon as he drank a bowl of wine, Zhao Gang rolled under the table and held on to the table legs without letting go. It took Monk Wei a long time to get him up.