"A strong man has great righteousness, please accept this old man's obeisance!" The old man held up his crutch and was about to salute Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong hurriedly stepped forward and held him up. Although Wang Zhong's age was more than enough to be an old man's grandfather, including his time in the dungeon world, now Wang Zhong looked like a young man in his twenties and thirties.

, naturally it is not easy to accept this gift from the old man.

"The old gentleman really broke Wang!"

"Sir is an elder, how can he pay homage to us juniors?"

"There are no elders or juniors here, only a group of common people who saved our lives and property because of the brave men who sacrificed their lives and shed blood for us." The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Someone is coming!"

"Pour the wine!"

Immediately, two people were seen carrying wine jars and big bowls in front of the crowd.

"Strong man!" The old man looked at Wang Zhong and said with a face full of joy: "Don't worry, strong man, I have already arranged the place and medicinal materials. We Zen masters have always been honest, and today I will give you a bowl of wind-receiving wine for the strong man."

"What happened on the battlefield, what happened yesterday, today you come to your hometown to be drunk. We Zen masters and gentlemen will never laugh at you!"

I'm coming!

A classic scene in the original work.

But this person changed from Long Wenwen to Wang Zhong.

Taking a large bowl full of wine from the old man's servant, Cao Lin looked at the old man and said: "Sir, these words are very kind. We and our brothers are throwing their heads and blood on the other side of the river to fight against the Japanese invaders and protect our family."

Defending the country.

"Brothers and I live and die together. I will accept this bowl of wind-receiving wine for all my brothers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Zhong turned to the ragged cannon fodder and said: "Brothers! This wine is the wine that Zenda's father and fellow villagers gave to us to support the wind. We will live and die together on the battlefield. Today, we are drinking the wine to support the wind."

Wine is something that all brothers should drink together."

"Why don't you hurry up and thank your fellow villagers!"

"Thank you folks for the Jie Feng Wine!" After saying this, Wang Zhong was the first to hold up the wine bowl, thanked the Zenda people around him loudly, then raised the bowl to his mouth, slurped a few sips, and then

He drank a fifth of the wine and immediately handed the bowl to Long Wenwen next to him.

When Long Wenwen saw this, he immediately took the wine bowl and followed Wang Zhong's example: "Thank you, fellow villagers, for the wine!"

After that, he took a big sip and passed the wine bowl to Meng Fanzi beside him.

The cannon fodders immediately understood and imitated the two men's example, and started drinking one after another. Before each drink, like Wang Zhong and Long Wenwen, they raised their wine bowls high and thanked the fellow villagers around them loudly.

Seeing this situation, the old man couldn't help but have a strange look in his eyes when he looked at Wang Zhong, and then he gently stroked his long beard on his chin, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Since it is Jie Feng Wine, it is natural that we cannot just Jie Feng for one person. These soldiers all fought bloody battles with the Japanese army on the other side and narrowly escaped death before returning to Zenda.

The battle at the Nantian Gate on the other side more than ten days ago was still fresh in their memories. That night, almost no one in Zenda City fell asleep. The gunfire all night kept them awake all night.

Especially in the early morning, the counterattack launched by Wang Zhong and others with the support of Yu Xiaoqing's artillery fire was even more powerful.

Just by listening to the sound of gunfire from the other side, the people of Zenda could imagine how brutal the battle on the other side would be.

"Later, brave man, I have already sent people to clean up the house. It won't take long to vacate the house and put these wounded people in order first."

"Old sir, you are so righteous!" Wang Zhong raised his hand to the old man again.

"On behalf of my injured brother, I would like to thank you sir for your help."

"Strong man..." The old man was about to say something else, when the roar of cars and the sound of uniform running came over.

I saw a military open-top off-road vehicle driving in front, and a group of well-equipped national soldiers, following closely behind the off-road vehicle, trotted all the way to the crowd, and the surrounding people gave way to the road.

The off-road vehicle stopped diagonally in the middle of the road. Yu Xiaoqing, holding a short whip, jumped off the off-road vehicle with a serious look on her face.

Wang Zhong and Lin Yi hurried forward and stood at attention to salute Yu Xiaoqing.

"Master's seat!"

"Does Deputy Battalion Commander Wang still think of me as a master?" Yu Xiaoqing put her hands behind her back and looked at Wang Zhong, her expression still very serious.

"The master's seat is the highest officer of Jiangfang appointed by Shangfeng. I am not blind, and I can recognize Master Yu's seat."

Yu Xiaoqing's eyes swept over the cannon fodder behind Wang Chong, who were in ragged clothes and looked like savage beggars. However, when he saw the more than two hundred wounded soldiers, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"How many of you are there now?"

"Reporter! We have 576 people left."

"Among them, there are 268 wounded soldiers, 63 seriously wounded soldiers, 205 lightly wounded soldiers, and there are still 310 people who can fight."

The one who spoke was Ah Yi, the serious battalion commander of the third battalion of the Sichuan Army Corps.

Not all of the 310 people mentioned by Ayi seemed to be intact, but they only suffered flesh wounds, which did not affect the battle.

There are only about a hundred people who are truly intact and without any injuries on their bodies.

"More than a thousand people went back and forth within half a month, making a fool of the Japanese Takeuchi Regiment, trying to defeat the Japanese in a night attack at Nantianmen. Five days later, they captured the Japanese airport, annihilated countless enemies, and even bombed it.

The Japanese airport greatly delayed the Japanese attack and reduced the pressure on Jiang defense."

"It seems that the half base of artillery fire that originally supported Nantianmen is still missing."

Yu Xiaoqing listed the feats of Wang Zhong and others on the other side today one by one, and the look he looked at Wang Zhong couldn't help but become complicated.

"Master, that's ridiculous!" Wang Zhong said: "If Master hadn't thrown us on the other side, we wouldn't have had the chance to make so many contributions."

As soon as Wang Zhong said these words, Yu Xiaoqing's face instantly turned red.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m holding it back or because I’m ashamed.

"The evacuation was an order from the top. I am a soldier, and a soldier's duty is to obey orders."

"So Shi Zuo, who was the leader of the Sichuan Army, abandoned most of the Sichuan Army, took only his direct descendants, ran back to Zenda, and asked the battalion commander in charge of Jiang Defense to blow up the bridge

, which has cut off the escape route for more than a thousand of our brothers."

"Actually, we would also like to thank the commander. If it weren't for the commander, we wouldn't have known that we were actually so capable of fighting. We wouldn't have known that the Japanese army, which we thought was invincible, could actually be defeated."

"Wang Zhong, what did you say!" Before Yu Xiaoqing could speak, Zhang Lixian, He Shuguang and others beside him couldn't sit still. The impulsive He Shuguang immediately drew his gun and pointed it at Wang Zhong.

Unexpectedly, his drawing of the gun immediately caused a chain reaction. The cannon fodder behind Wang Zhong also raised their guns at them without any hesitation. A few people even directly pulled the bolt and loaded the gun. Milong's light machine gun was also the first.

He immediately pointed to Yu Xiaoqing.

The 'elites' behind Yu Xiaoqing also immediately drew their guns and pointed them at the cannon fodder.

The expressions of Zhang Lixian, He Shuguang and others changed instantly. "What do you want to do? Rebellion?"

Especially He Shuguang, his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

"You bastard, you're the only one with a gun, right?"

"Why are you pointing at our battalion commander!"

"right!"

"Why!"

"You bastard, you know what I'm doing, try it, I'll shoot you in the head!" Bula spat, saying cruel words with a calm look on his face.

Even the wounded soldiers who were injured and unable to move pointed their guns at Yu Xiaoqing's elite troops.

Although Kaname didn't speak, his finger was already on the trigger.

The atmosphere in the venue changed instantly, and the people around him retreated far away, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

But at this moment, Wang Zhong, who was pointed at by dozens of guns, suddenly burst into laughter.

After his laughter subsided, Wang Zhong looked straight at Yu Xiaoqing, dismissing the dozens of guns pointed at him as nothing, and said loudly: "What, is it possible that we can't say what Master Yu did in these things? Or in this clear sky and white day.

Now, Master Yu wants to kill people and silence them?"

"Or are you saying that these things just now were all made by me to slander Master Yu?"

Yu Xiaoqing was silent, her face turned from red to blue, she clutched the short whip in her hand tightly, and her cheeks were bulging.

"That's right. Now Master Yu is not the same Yu Tuanzu who was so full of passion and ambition that he went to the reception station to integrate our defeated troops and wanted to cross the river to attack the Japanese army."

Yu Xiaoqing's face became increasingly ugly, and Wang Zhong now completely lifted off his fig leaf, exposing his scars in front of everyone.

"That's right! After all, Master Yu is now the commander of Jiang Defense, and his reputation cannot be ruined!"

Listening to Wang Zhong's strange words, Yu Xiaoqing took a deep breath and yelled loudly: "What are you doing? Do you want to start an internal fight? Put down your guns!"

"Master!" Zhang Lixian frowned and looked at Yu Xiaoqing!

"Why, my master's words are no longer useful?" Yu Xiaoqing turned around and looked at the group of cronies behind her.

The cronies looked at Yu Xiaoqing with an angry face, lowered their heads and put down their guns.

But Bu La and others opposite him would not listen to him.

Yu Xiaoqing turned around and looked at the hundreds of guns still pointed at them, her face becoming more and more gloomy.
To be continued...