"Dada, dadada...papada...bamboo board knocked out his heart and called out Dad and Aunt..."

A beggar with a unkempt and dirty face was lying half-lying on the stone slab on the side of the road and knocking on the bamboo board. He looked carefully at the pants on one of his legs were empty, and his thighs were almost broken.

His body was torn, his hair was messy and his beard was unshaven. He didn't know how many days he hadn't taken a shower, and he still smelled a foul smell.

But he was very skilled in his hands and sang the quick-pitched as he beat the rhythm.

"Damn, where did you come from beggars? I'm so brave to beg for food."

The company commander and his subordinates pushed the crowd away and walked to the back, just about to raise their feet to teach this lifeless beggar, but they saw the identity card printed on the other party's chest.

It was something that only existed on the military uniform. Although it was already ragged, it was vaguely obvious that the beggar was wearing the standard military uniform of the Expeditionary Force.

"Oh, I'm still a sergeant, why? I just retreated from the front line, squad leader?" The company commander smiled and sarcastically. Although he was still a comrade in name, his eyes were full of disdain.

Several soldiers around also began to mock them unscrupulously.

"I think it's a soldier who took off his clothes and joined the army, and he's cheating on food and drink here."

"Hmph, I can't be a deserter, otherwise why are you begging here? Or arrest him for interrogation!"

"Ha ha…"

...

Faced with other people's ridicule and insults, Beggar didn't say much, and continued to sing on the bamboo board:

"I grew up on the Xiangjiang River. I killed the enemy on the Nujiang front, and I also went to beat Songshan, and I also went to blow up the enemy fort..."

"I'm not afraid to fight for the country and the people. I just want to go home to win, and still cultivate pumpkins..."

"The front line of Longling was tightly killed. Flowers were hung in front of the two armies. The legs were cut off in the field hospital, and the leftover legs were hard to go home. Therefore, they came to beg along the streets, and the soldiers were disabled and begged for flowers, and half a bowl of leftover rice was given. Even if they turned into ghosts, they had to protect the country... and protect the country!"

A low-rhythm beat attracted the attention of most people present. Even the soldiers who were still sneering just now were silent. Listening to what he sang carefully made people feel sad, as if they could feel the cruelty on the battlefield and the helplessness in their hearts.

Maybe... this beggar really has experienced a lot of things...

"Damn it, did I let you sing it!"

The company commander's expression gradually became ferocious, and his subordinates' reaction made him feel embarrassed. He was narrow-minded and did not allow others to steal the limelight in front of him, let alone a disabled person with broken legs.

Before the beggar could speak, the company commander slapped the other party on the head and cursed angrily: "Get away quickly, don't pretend to be with me here. If it weren't for your battle, you would have to do it!"

The beggar lowered his head and smiled indifferently. He just held the bamboo board and trembled his slightly trembling hands, which showed his uneasy heart at this moment.

Once upon a time, I was also an expeditionary soldier who fought with the Japanese with a steel gun in his hand, but at this time he was alone in being scolded and insulted by his compatriots, but no one could stand up and say a word for him.

Beep! Beep!

He climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and just as the beggar was about to turn around and leave, the convoy coming from the west road attracted everyone's attention.

"Company Commander, there... it seems that a high-ranking official has come over there?" the soldier reminded carefully.

When I saw eight ten-wheeled military cards in front and behind, there were full of fully armed soldiers, and several jeeps were in the middle. The large-caliber heavy machine guns on the front of the vehicle were frightening. This team was not simple at first glance.

The convoy soon stopped in front of the level, and a tall lieutenant colonel officer jumped out of the car and walked forward strode forward.

"Who is the commander here?"

Dong Dao's sharp eyes were as sharp as an eagle's eyes, and his bloody murderous aura was beyond the reach of ordinary people. After his eyes swept over, the soldiers on the level for a while forgot to salute.

"Here, here!"

The company commander quickly greeted him without saying a word, nodding and greeting him while saluting: "I have met the chief, who is the responsibilities of that... I'll ask you a risky question, the number and intentions of the troops where your troops are located."

Dong Dao looked at him lightly. He was honest and didn't talk nonsense. He said straight to the point: "We are from the Third Honorary Division of the 88th Army. We are going to Zenda for important military affairs. Please ask less about the others and move the barrier away quickly."

The company commander was shocked. Although the 88th Army had never heard of it, the title of the honorary third division was well-known. He broke through Zenda and attacked Longling, fought in Mangshi... Finally, he killed the Japanese army in northern Myanmar and abandoned his armor. This famous unit almost became a legend throughout western Yunnan.

While he was talking, he quietly looked behind Dong Dao and said, "I'm good-for-me-behaved... This is amazing. There was a lieutenant general and a colonel sitting in the car, and it was really a big shot."

"Oh, I'm humble in my opinion. I really don't know Mount Tai. Please, please, please, come! Clear the roadblocks for the superiors!"

This guy's ability to change his mind when he saw the wind was so perfect, it was completely different from his arrogant and domineering appearance just now.

As the saying goes, he doesn't hit the smiley person. Although he looks down on this guy's humble appearance, Dong Dao still doesn't bother him too much and turns around to call the convoy to continue setting off.

"etc!"

Liao Mingyu suddenly shouted coldly, opened the door and got out of the car and walked slowly over.

The company commander's heart skipped a beat, and sweat instantly soaked his back. He knew very well that the unclean things he had done. If this big guy blamed him, he would be done.

"Sir...sir, haha...what do you have any instructions?"

But Liao Mingyu didn't even look at him, and walked straight towards the lame beggar.

"Little brother, which unit are you from?"

"ah?"

Beggar was very surprised and looked at the other person in surprise. He never expected that someone would be interested in him as a disabled person. He was stunned for a moment and forgot to answer.

Liao Mingyu frowned, trying his best to keep his attitude calm, and asked, "Don't be afraid, tell me which unit you belong to? What happened?"

Beggar was very excited and hurriedly supported the branch that he regarded as a crutch, tried to stand up straight and raise his right hand, and replied loudly with his head raised and his chest raised:

"It's the commander! The fourth platoon of the 7th Company of the 332nd Regiment of the 53rd Army, Sergeant Li Changsheng, reported to you. I... As for the fact that Maozi was in this Gaer... there were too many wounded soldiers in the field hospital of the army. When I was transferred, I got separated from them and then fell into this field."

Liao Mingyu sighed slightly. Li Changsheng's Hunan accent made him involuntarily remember the unspicable smile of his hippies all day long. Although he was in a mess, he could still maintain a smile with an optimistic face, as if he could not defeat them in any difficulty.

In fact, you can guess without asking that the soldier with a disabled thigh in front of you must have been abandoned by the army as a burden.
Chapter completed!