"Two middle-level assistants, one colonel... It's a pity that I couldn't catch the division commander, otherwise I could have brought them a table of mahjong."

Long Weng held the extremely sharp ivory samurai sword and complained helplessly.

There was a row of Japanese prisoners of war kneeling in front of him. This battle captured many Japanese officers. In addition to the two bars, there were many lieutenants. The ones with flowers on their collars were basically here.

"Baga! Stupid Chinese Pig! Don't think it's amazing to catch us with conspiracy and tricks. Do you dare to have a showdown between warriors with me!?"

One of them, Nakazo roared angrily, staring at Long Weng with his little eyes fiercely, looking dissatisfied.

The soldiers next to him were unmoved, but instead looked at him jokingly, as if they were expecting a good show to happen.

"What's Jiliwaa talking about? It hurts my forehead."

"……ah!"

Long Weng used a backhand to slash his back as a stick and thrust hard on the colonel's face. A blood mark appeared on the latter's face instantly, and the severe pain made him scream.

"Dare you still shouting!"

Long Weng felt unsatisfied, so he raised his leg and kicked him to the ground again, then stepped on the other person's mouth with big-headed leather shoes and pressed them down hard.

"Gu...wow..." Nakasa's mouth was covered in blood, and he spit out a few teeth from his mouth in pain. The soles of his face were pressed on his shoes, so he couldn't open his mouth at all, so he could only make a strange whimper.

"Call me again? Mom is a slut and pretends to be a tough guy. She doesn't ask about my name. Colonel Eunuch cut off several of them. Who are you?"

If Jun Zu hadn't sent a telegram saying to try to catch a few big fish as much as possible and give it to you to seek credit, these bastards would have long become the dead souls under his sword.

Long Weng carried an ivory samurai sword on his shoulders and stepped on the Japanese in the Japanese side. He looked arrogant with his head held high and looked arrogant.

"Brother Long, lock them up first. There are quite a lot of things happening later."

Fang Jingyao walked slowly, although his eyes were filled with disgust for these Japanese devils, he still knew that the overall situation should be the priority at this time.

"Hehe, Staff Officer Fang, how are the people on your side settled?"

Long Weng said with a smile, and people who are familiar with him can tell at a glance that once this guy smiles, he is definitely making a bad idea.

"Well, everything has been arranged, I have reported to Jun Zu, and I really thank you this time."

"Hey...why are my brothers talking about this?"

Long Weng waved his hand and ignored it. He turned his head and leaned over to Fang Jingyao and whispered: "There are still a batch of new military uniforms in the warehouse. Please change them first, but the weapons and equipment will be talked about when we reach Nankan. Don't worry, everyone will not treat you badly."

"Haha, okay...thank you."

Fang Jingyao nodded and said sincerely. He knew very well that if Liao Mingyu had not helped the Nanyang self-rescue army, it would have disappeared long ago.

However, he knew the trick well and understood that if he had completely boarded this ship, he would no longer be under his control after the self-rescue army.

But then I thought about it, his life and those thousands of compatriots were saved by others, and the Japanese army's iron hooves had already flattened the entire Southeast Asia. He was really powerless in the face of the general trend, and the road ahead could only be survived by relying on Liao Mingyu and others, and even counterattacking Malaysia.

Long Weng smiled and said that there were at least 4,000 self-rescue troops, and they had been dealing with the Japanese for a long time. Although they had not undergone systematic training, their combat effectiveness was at least better than that of new recruits who had never fought.

Seeing these people flexibly and vigorously in the forest, if they fight jungle guerrilla warfare, perhaps the original group of people would not be able to compare with them.

No matter what, these people will definitely be good soldiers to replenish their strength. If they can all join, the strength of the Third Division will definitely be greatly improved.

...

"It's a good job, the Japanese Southeast Asia Command is so anxious now."

When Liao Mingyu received the battle report, he praised Long Wen's performance. He is worthy of being a man known as a dragon demon. In terms of ability, he is more than enough to command a division.

"Hehe, he is pretty good at being a damn good person, and finally gave us a blow of anger." Yaoma also echoed from the side.

In Lashio, the First Regiment had fought with the 53rd Division and almost lost its organization. There were only more than 200 people left in the entire regiment. If A Yi had not arrived in time, he and the two brothers might have died in that ghost place.

"It's a big deal. I remember Long Weng mentioned you to me many times, saying that you are meticulous and considerate more thoughtful than others." Liao Mingyu suddenly preached as soon as he changed his topic.

If you want to know, this guy can be said to be the most promising person among the old brothers of Sichuan Legion, except Meng Fan and Ayi.

Although he usually laughs and loves to show off, he always looks at things to the point. He is eloquent and can manage his subordinates in an orderly manner. Excellent insight and outstanding leadership are potentials that ordinary people do not have. It is no problem to train them well to be a regiment-level officer.

"Ah? Hehe...what is there? It's average."

I was a little embarrassed to scratch my head, but I kept wondering in my heart, would Long Wen's goddamn say good things to me?

"After the battle against Myitkyina, the troops will be re-adjusted, and the Southern Army will also have to be reorganized, otherwise you will be transferred to him as a deputy regiment at that time?" Liao Mingyu said with a smile.

But my face changed drastically just now, and I raised my hands in terror and shook them, and said quickly: "No, no! Junzu, please spare me."

"Hey! I didn't let you be the vanguard and die. As for being so excited? Isn't it good to promote you?" Liao Mingyu looked at him speechlessly.

"Oh, you don't know. It's so good at torture. I don't know when I was beaten to death with him. I really can't..."

Yaoma's head shaking like a rattle. When he thought of his humble smile and his face that he was trying to ask him for Ma Ge in Sichuan dialect, he was completely cold.

Just kidding, I finally got rid of the control of the plague god, and now I have to be transferred to him as the second child. Isn’t he looking for death?

Long Wenhua is a bold master with a unique style of conduct, which is completely unpredictable. He likes to use the small to make big moves. If you get crazy, even your own people are afraid of them. Among them, Yaoma is the most senior victim.

In the past, when I was in the first regiment, Meng Fanle was hitting thunder in front of me. The latter's three-inch tongue was somewhat comparable to the one that was dying. Now the general has decided to transfer Fanle to the division headquarters as the chief of staff. Isn't it a "sheep into the mouth of a tiger" by himself?

Seeing that he looked like he was a damn, Liao Mingyu was both angry and funny, shook his head and said helplessly: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, it's because you are not useful."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Jun Zu for your generous help, except for death... You can transfer me anywhere..." Yaoma wiped the cold sweat from his head and said hurriedly.
Chapter completed!