"Why is this shitty weather getting hotter and hotter!"

On the stone steps under the eaves of the shelter, the defeated soldiers were sitting or lying with their backs spread out, looking helpless, complaining about the hot weather.

In fact, compared to other places, the summer in Zenda is relatively cool, but the defeated soldiers have nothing to do all day long and have nothing serious to do. Besides complaining, they don't know what to do.

It has nothing to do with the food at the shelter. The soldiers can eat a little every day so that they don't starve to death. It's the mercy of the officials.

Regardless of whether the local officials or the top brass in the military live or die, what they want is just to ensure that these defeated soldiers do not starve to death. This is not because of the kindness of those officials, but because the war is tense now, and with the small

The Japs have fallen into a stalemate, and our equipment, weapons and the quality of our soldiers are lagging behind the Japs in all aspects.

Being at a disadvantage in all aspects, we here can only rely on our numbers to overcome this advantage and mediate with the little devils.

This group of broken soldiers is a very good source of troops. As long as they are dispatched with an order and a little integration, they can be sent to the battlefield.

Therefore, the defeated soldiers spent most of their time thinking of ways to fill their stomachs.

The guns and clothes that I brought with me when I fled had already been taken to a pawn shop to exchange money if they could be used. How can I wait until now?

This group of defeated soldiers, unlike Milong, had the courage and connections, dared to think and act, and started a swaggering business of supplies in the shelter.

Mysterious Dragon's supplies were not conjured out of thin air, nor were they acquired through plunder, but were earned through serious business.

"Why!"

"Brothers of Mysterious Dragon!"

The defeated soldiers looked at the tall Wang Zhong and walked up to Mi Long, a Northeastern guy in the shelter, with a smile on his face. They took the initiative to say hello to Mi Long, and they didn't feel strange because Mi Long was just doing this.

For buying and selling, as long as the soldiers have some money in their pockets, they basically spend it at Milong, because Milong is much more affordable than the black market.

After taking a look at Wang Zhong, Mi Long withdrew his gaze and continued to close his eyes. He leaned on the hammock, shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand, looking a little impatient, and just said: "If you have something to say, tell me something!"

Wang Zhong wasn't angry either. He was not a beautiful woman. He couldn't be liked by everyone. That was wrong. Even if he was a beautiful woman, not everyone would like him. At most, men would like her. Women would be more afraid of being jealous.

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Wang Zhong said directly: "I heard from the veterinarian that you have a lot of connections here and can get anything?"

Mi Long was interested. Although he didn't like Wang Zhong's pretentious manner, there was no reason not to do it when business came to him: "You can do it if you have money, but you can't do it if you don't!"

However, Mi Long's temperament is hard to look good on.

If you put it in modern society, with Milong's temperament, business would not be that easy, but now, as long as you can get supplies, you won't have to worry about selling.

And in the current environment, if a good old man with a kind personality were replaced, he might not be able to start a business. It would take a ruthless character like Mi Long to get ahead.

Wang Zhong took out a big ocean from his arms and threw it casually. The big ocean drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and flew towards Milong, a Northeastern guy on the hammock.

Mi Long's skill was one of the best among the defeated soldiers, and he could grab Dayang in his hand as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Help me get some guns. This is the deposit."

"How many guns?" Mi Long tilted his head and looked at Wang Zhong: "It's not cheap to get guns from the black market."

Mi Long did not ask Wang Zhong why he bought the gun. He only reminded Wang Zhong of the price of the gun so that he could have an idea.

"A pistol and a rifle!" Wang Zhong said: "Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. Are you still afraid that I will trick you?"

"Are I afraid of you? As long as you have money, I can get you anything." Mi Long is a man who doesn't forgive others. When he saw Wang Zhong, he didn't seem to be joking, so he took over the matter. However,

Finally, he added: "If I get a gun and you can't afford it, don't blame me for falling out with you."

Wang Zhong smiled, took out a few pieces of ocean from his arms, and handed them to Mi Long: "Help me get some more watermelons and some supplies!"

"You can take care of these pieces of ocean!"

Weighing the heavy seven or eight pieces of ocean in his hand, Mi Long's eyes were a little brighter than before, and the look he looked at Wang Zhong also changed, with a more different look: "You are such a weakling.

Rich people."

In these days, the ocean is a hard currency, and its purchasing power is much stronger than the banknotes issued by the National Government. It is recognized everywhere in the country.

Wang Zhong was able to spend so much money in one go, which shows that he was wealthy.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Wang Zhong is trying to make a fool of himself, as this money is already the last money he has.

But Milong doesn't care about this. He is not a good man and a believer. Since he dares to open the door to do business, he is not afraid of someone defaulting on his bill.

As for Wang Zhong, he is just a wounded soldier, and his military rank is just that of a lieutenant. Besides, this is a shelter, not Wang Zhong's previous army.

How could Mi Long take Wang Zhong in his eyes? Even though Wang Zhong used tweezers to take out the bullet stuck in the bone in his shoulder in front of a group of defeated soldiers in the courtyard that day, the fierceness really scared him.

There are many people, but they can't scare away the dragon.

Wang Zhong didn't take Mi Long's words to heart. Although Mi Long's mouth was a bit damaged and his words were a bit ugly, his character was not that good. In the original plot, Meng Fanliao stole Xiao Zui's money and went to the black market.

When he was buying sulfa, he was ripped off, but Milong helped him and got part of the money back.

Even the money made by Chief Ayi from selling pork was obtained by pledging his watch to Milong.

Milong took the money and didn't rush to move. He was still lying leisurely on the hammock, shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand.

Wang Zhong had just left Mi Long and was about to go out when Bu La, a dirty-looking Hunan guy, came up to him at some point: "Fellow, do you still remember me?"

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"Remember, the veterinarian introduced it yesterday, and you said it's not spicy, right?" Wang Zhong said with a smile.

"That's right! I'm from Hunan too," Bu La said with a smile on his face: "Where in Hunan are you from?"

Wang Zhong also spoke in a Hunanese dialect that was almost as spicy as not speaking: ##, a poor place."

"What a fellow countryman, I am also from ##!" Bula said in surprise: "I am from ##, what about you?"

"That's not that far away!" Wang Zhong said about the background arranged by the system for him, but it's not far from Bu La's hometown.

As the old saying goes: When a fellow villager meets a fellow villager, his eyes well up with tears. Of course he didn't burst into tears, but he became very enthusiastic and excited and established a friendship with Wang Zhong, chatting a lot about things in his hometown.

While chatting, Bu La finally revealed the purpose of friendship with Wang Chong: "We are all fellow villagers. I have been in a bit of trouble recently and have a hard time. Fellow fellow, do you have any spare money on hand? Can you support me?"

He said it wasn't spicy and rubbed his fingers.

The previous friendship may have been somewhat genuine, but the real purpose was not to borrow money.

Wang Zhong looked Bu La up and down and said, "I have the money, but if I borrow it from you, how will you pay it back?"

Bu La smiled and said, "I'll pay you back when the sound starts!"

Wang Zhong also smiled and said: "Sound the sound? Who will sound the sound for us? The head of the shelter?"

The smile on Bu La's face gradually disappeared. He was not a fool. Wang Zhong's refusal was already obvious.

"Forget it if you don't want to borrow it!" Although he failed to borrow the money, apart from being a little disappointed, Bu La didn't have any other thoughts, and he didn't hold any grudge against Wang Zhong because of it. After all, as he said, the two of them are indeed fellow villagers. In such a situation,

In Duobeibingli, in Zenda, a small town on the southwest border, it is a happy thing to meet a fellow villager who speaks the same words.

Bu La turned around and was about to walk away, but was stopped by Wang Zhong: "Are you leaving now?"

"You don't want to borrow money, so why don't you go and get Mo Zi?" Bula turned around again and looked at Wang Zhongdao.

Wang Zhongdao: "I won't lend you money because I'm afraid you won't be able to pay it back, and then our friendship as fellow villagers will be gone!"

"I know!" Bula nodded and said in a calm tone. He didn't hold any grudge against Wang Zhong for refusing to lend money. He came over to make friends and borrow money, just with the idea of ​​making a difference.

, and didn’t have any expectations.

Wang Zhongdao: "Although I can't lend you money, I can introduce you to a way to make money."

"A way to make money?" Bu La stopped immediately as he was about to leave, turned around again, looked at Wang Zhong, and asked curiously: "What way to make money?"

At this time, the soldiers nearby who were watching the show pricked up their ears curiously when they heard this. Naturally, they also wanted to know how Wang Zhong could make money.

However, Wang Zhong waved to Bula, motioning for him to come closer. Bula was also very curious, so he took advantage of the situation and leaned over. Wang Zhong raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered a few times in Bula's ear.

"Real or fake?" Bu La looked at Wang Zhong doubtfully, his eyes full of suspicion.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "I've shown you the way, it's up to you to believe it or not!"

After saying this, Wang Zhong walked around Bu La and strode out of the barracks.

"Bu La!" The Sichuan guy who has always been inseparable from Bu La came over and said, "Did he tell you about Mo Zi?"

Next to Kaname, there is a follower who looks like fifteen or sixteen years old. He has a simple and honest face, and his face is full of curiosity. Just like Kaname, he doesn't look hot. This follower is none other than Gu Xiaomai, nicknamed Doubian.

, then Kaname called out Brother Bu La.

Bu La didn't explain anything, and immediately pulled the two of them out: "Let's follow them first!"

Although Kaname and Domobi were puzzled, they had great trust in Mura and followed him without even thinking.

After leaving the shelter, Kaname hurriedly asked: "What are we doing behind his back?"

Doubi also looked curiously at the food.

Bu La explained as he walked: "Don't ask so many questions, just follow me!" He didn't forget to turn his head and look behind him, in case someone was following him.
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