In an instant, more than thirty gun barrels were pointed at this guy who suddenly appeared. His face was covered in blood and smoke. He looked no different from them. He might have just experienced a similar battle as them.
"Hey, I'm your leader, huh? I'm Long Wenjian, I really am your leader! Really!"
He appeared so suddenly that he didn't look like a leader at all. Almost everyone questioned him at first, but they didn't have time to care about this guy who suddenly appeared. They had more important things to do now, burying the body.
They had just finished a fierce battle, staring blankly at the enemy who had just died in their hands. Shuo Yu counted the number of people, and there were only 37 of them left, including the wounded.
He called on his men to start digging a pit. Ayi led his men to count their spoils. The veterinarian treated the wounds of the wounded. Explosions started to sound again on the side. Now the last warehouse was completely empty. They had not had time to see what was inside. There was nothing, just a pile of cannon fodder.
This reckless regimental commander watched them bury the bodies of his comrades and said,
"I'm your regiment commander. You guys are amazing! I've come all this way, and you're the only team that dared to take on the Japs. You're truly amazing. How many of you are here?"
Meng Fanle, wearing a small British helmet on his head with the strap tied on his nose, looked up and down at this "fake leader" and spoke hesitantly. He was also the only one who paid attention to this "leader" at this time.
"Our regiment is the Sichuan Army, and our commander is Yu Xiaoqing. You, aren't our commander?"
Long Wenjian did not answer Meng Fanle's question, but said as he watched Shuoyu and the others bury the person in the pit,
"You should strip the Japanese clothes off them. This is Burma, and many yellow people will die. If someone examines the bodies later, they might mistake them for Japanese soldiers."
"What the hell? I'm already dead, and I don't even have clothes on?"
Milong stood in front of Long Wenjian with a light machine gun in one hand, looking at him questioningly.
"What's the matter, Northeastern guy? Do you want to be buried with the Japanese when you die? Don't you still have a pair of shorts on?"
"Your father's tail is the one who wants to be buried with the Japs!"
Long Wenjian helped them strip the dead man's clothes and buried the dead man in the dirt.
Finally, the leader who suddenly appeared leaned against the car he drove. The driver in the car was already dead. Long Wenjian picked up the unlucky guy and threw him into the pit of Shuoyu and others.
He knelt in front of the pit of the dead and sang something that sounded like Buddhism and Taoism, but also like nothing at all. It was just a song in an incomprehensible language. Shuo Yu looked at him, a little curious. A guy who respected the dead more than the living,
"He's the best, too."
Long Wenjian looked around at these guys wearing Japanese uniforms and holding Japanese weapons, and smiled.
"Yu Xiaoqing is dead. Now I'm your leader. You're all under my control. So, can anyone tell me how many of you are here? By the way, take these things off. If any idiot wants to be buried with your enemies after they die, just keep wearing them~!"
Shuo Yu looked at him, looked at his eyes, eyes that were as bright as a dog's, and a face that was always smiling, with excitement in it. He didn't know why the other party was excited, but he finally confirmed that the person in front of him was the commander among commanders, the "real commander" of the Sichuan Army Corps.
So he stood up and gestured the salute he had learned a few days ago, looking very respectful.
"Report, there are only 37 of us here now, but we are fully equipped. This is our second battle, Captain."
Meng Fanle was standing behind Shuo Yu, staring at his back with a look as if he had been betrayed. It was as if he was saying, "How could a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes betray the revolution?"
He pulled the belt on Shuoyu, gave him a look, and whispered with a pout,
"I'm wondering why you admitted he was our leader when you don't even have any evidence?"
"He really is our regiment commander, from the Sichuan Army."
"How does this compare? You saw what Yu Xiaoqing looked like that day. How is he similar to Yu Xiaoqing? He is a liar. You believe everything he says. Why don't you believe me so much when I say it normally?"
"That person was mumbling something about you. You guys are really the best, really."
The ruins nearby were still smoking. The smell of black smoke, gunpowder, blood, and death filled the land. Shuo Yu and the others silently took off their clothes, because the two people in the temporary command center agreed that the guy in front of them was their commander, and that Yu Xiaoqing had really died in battle.
For them, it is not important whether Yu Xiaoqing died in battle or not.
Long Wenjian clearly saw who was leading the team. He was a very young guy, and he was the first one to agree with his nonsense. He walked up to Shuo Yu in a casual manner.
"You're pretty white?"
Shuo Yu felt a little embarrassed when he saw the other person touching him, but he really didn't want to wear the Japanese soldier's clothes.
"It's quite prickly. What's on the back?"
"He is my sword, his name is Changfeng."
"Excellent, excellent! What's your name?"
Shuo Yu still remembers that he liked this character very much. Now that he was standing in front of him, he felt like he had broken through the dimensional wall. He felt a little novel, a little excited and nervous.
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