My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 1 When I first arrived at Chanda, I am your head
In 1942, Chanda was located in a small town in western Yunnan, China.

In a daze, Liao Mingyu was still reminiscing about the phone call with the captain and the last moment when the razor mine exploded on him.

"Am I dead?"

With difficulty, I opened my eyes and looked around, the blue stone road, and the dilapidated wooden houses on both sides of the road.Liao Mingyu looked bewildered, what's the situation, where is this?

However, as a special soldier, he instinctively hid in a hidden location to check the environment as soon as he woke up.

Was it taken to a small village in Myanmar by the enemy?I looked at myself, except for a pair of boxer pants, there was no extra fabric on my body.

"It's embarrassing, and people have been stripped and licked."

However, the wounds on his body disappeared.Logically speaking, the power of razor mines to explode at close range is considered lucky not to blow people into two pieces.

Just when he was confused, there was a huge pain in his mind, and then a mechanical voice appeared in his mind: "I checked that the host is awake, please confirm the host, is the war system turned on?"

"What is it? The war system? Who are you, where am I now? Also, why are my wounds healed?" Liao Mingyu asked hurriedly.

"Please confirm, host, whether to turn on the system?" The mechanical voice sounded again, regardless of Liao Mingyu's question.

"Okay, confirm to turn on" can't be done so much now, the most urgent thing is to figure out what the situation is first, and there is no other way.There is chaos in my mind right now.

"Ding... the system has been turned on, host Liao Mingyu, now to answer your question, you can call me the super-space war system, your body has been repaired by the system, the place we are in has been different from the original time and space, this is 1942 The town of Chanda in western Yunnan.”

"What, 1942? During the Anti-Japanese War? 80 years ago?"

Liao Mingyu's mind went blank. Damn, I've just passed through?He clearly wanted to die with the enemy at the time, but he managed to become a time traveler, making it difficult for the young special forces soldier to digest it for a while.

"Then can I go back?" Liao Mingyu asked a key question.

"can."

"How to do?"

Liao Mingyu asked hurriedly.In any case, in the original time and space, there are still his parents, comrades in arms and relatives, all of which Liao Mingyu cannot give up.

"At present, the host has insufficient authority to answer. If the host wants to go back, complete the various tasks given by the system, and upgrade the system to obtain authority."

"I knew it wasn't that simple." Liao Mingyu frowned and thought for a while, then calmed down.

My parents are not very old, my parents were in business in their early years, and they had a lot of savings. They were considered middle-class, and their life was not a problem at all, but they were those damn drug criminals.

Obviously they were about to catch the group with their teammates, but because of the betrayal of the informant, their team was trapped in a tight siege. The whole team fought hard and sacrificed.Originally, his life should be the same as that of his teammates, but now he has survived by accident.

The only worry now is that the comrades in the original time and space must think that they have died in battle. If the parents find out, how sad they will be.

Alas, forget it, let’s be safe when you come, anyway, there is still a chance to go back, but this task is probably not so easy to complete.It doesn't matter, I've died once and I'm still scared.

Liao Mingyu himself is a rebellious, impulsive and free-spirited personality.

In order to sharpen his personality, his great-grandfather sent him into the army for training despite the strong opposition of his parents.

After several years of military career, he gradually smoothed his edges and corners, and let him understand what it means to be calm and see the big picture.

Especially in the few years he entered the Southwest Falcon, the high-intensity training and the task of being on the edge of life and death made him learn a lot of skills, and at the same time, his heart became stronger and more mature.No longer blindly impulsive like a hairy boy...

Just as he was thinking about it, the system's voice sounded again: "The initial gift package has been detected, does the host turn it on?"

"Oh? There are also gift packs, open it. These 1942 were the most difficult years of the Anti-Japanese War. If you don't give me something good, how can I get on with it? Is it worth my time to travel?" Liao Mingyu couldn't help laughing. road.

"Initial package is opening
Congratulations to the host for getting an m1911 pistol with 45 rounds of .200 caliber bullets.

Military first aid kit × 2.

A set of military uniforms for the expeditionary regiment commander.

Medium official rifle x10, bullet 200 rounds.

A colonel's officer certificate, and the host-related information has been successfully implanted in this time-space government archives.

One military storage bag, 10 jins of pork, 10 jins of white noodles, 1 jins of green onions, 10 bottle of soy sauce, a bundle of vermicelli, [-] packs of cigarettes, lard, salt... Now all of them have been stored in the system warehouse, and the host can take them out at any time. "

"What the hell, the front is quite serious, and the back is all that stuff, but give me the status of the head of the group, are you going to bring a food group out?"

Liao Mingyu suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Wait a minute, 1942, Chanda, head of the regiment, pork, vermicelli... This motherfucker can't be my head of my regiment's world, right?!"

Having said that, the TV series of my head, my group, is a film and television work that Liao Mingyu particularly likes. The story in it is bizarre and twists and turns. In fact, many characters in the original have a bad ending, which is what he always regrets.

Unexpectedly, this time I actually crossed into this world.Meng is annoying, wants to be numb, not spicy, Milong, Hao Veterinarian... those guys in the cannon fodder.

"Hey, maybe these guys are still making pork noodles."

Just thinking of this, the system voice sounded again: "The mission is released, go to the backbone courtyard of the cannon fodder group, help them cook an authentic pork stewed vermicelli, and become the head of the Sichuan Legion. Mission reward: military first aid kit × 10, ocean 30 pieces, in the formal Rifle × 30, 30 sets of expeditionary army uniforms. Mission failure: deduct all items in the warehouse.”

Alas, this time, the whole pork is stewed with vermicelli, and I really think of myself as the head of the catering group, but for the clues to go back and the expectations in his heart, I have to go if I don't go.

This can steal Yu Xiaoqing's life, but Liao Mingyu believes that with his ability and the help of the system, these cannon fodders can definitely be turned into a brave iron-blooded army.

So he took out the officer's uniform from the warehouse, complete with jacket, trousers, boots, and cap.There are two bars of three stars on the collar pin, representing his identity as the colonel and head of the regiment, and his personal information is written on the nameplate on his chest.

With a height of 1.8 meters, wearing this well-fitting military uniform, the whole person becomes more tall and straight.Playing with the M1911 pistol, although the magazine only has 7 rounds, the caliber of .45 is unmatched by ordinary 9mm pistol bullets.Extremely high human restraint power, basically one shot can incapacitate the enemy.

This is known as the most classic pistol during World War II. It has served in the U.S. military for 74 years. The silver-gray gun body is simple and atmospheric.

Liao Mingyu was very satisfied with this gun.In this way, he inserted the gun into the holster, packed 10 pounds of pork, soy sauce, green onions and other ingredients in a storage bag, and walked to the courtyard where the cannon fodder gathered.

After walking far, the first thing that caught my eye was a dilapidated old-fashioned courtyard. A group of tattered, beggar-like soldiers were cooking something around a cauldron.

A thin figure ran over in a hurry, holding two Chinese cabbage in his hand: "Rang Rang, I'll join, I'll join."

Not spicy, formerly known as Deng Bao, a Hunan soldier with messy hair forever, a destitute soldier who took his guns and pawned it.

"Hey, I'm going to join the team, do you see it, Chinese cabbage, two?" The skinny monkey said with a non-spicy smile, holding the cabbage to everyone.

"You son of a bitch, where can I get some stolen Chinese cabbage?" Sichuan Bing Yao Ma kicked him angrily.

Originally, he also brought back the cabbage, but compared with not spicy, his cabbage was like a few rotten cabbage leaves, and the two were laughing and joking.

"Raise a little higher, slow down a little bit, and slowly fall down, this is the best mountain spring water," the snake buttocks born in the Yuejun commanded the crowd.

Kang Ya took a small bag of salt and sprinkled the salt into the pot exaggeratedly like a salt sprinkler. She stirred the soup in the pot with a stick, and took a sip: "Yeah! It's really fresh."

At this time, Major Huajiazi Ayi came over, raised his head, lifted the bangs on his head, held up a small piece of poor pork and said proudly: "This piece of pork costs three catties, forty-two or six dollars, it's hard to come by. , hard-won brothers, in the name of resisting Japan and saving the country, resisting foreign humiliation, and..."

"Bring it to you, cut it, cut it!"

Before the words were finished, the meat was robbed by the crowd. "I don't dare to cut the pieces into large pieces. If they are cut too large, they will not be cooked. If they are cut into small pieces, they will easily rot. Eh..."

Veterinarian Hao from Shaanxi wanted to say something, but he was pushed and pulled aside by everyone, and everyone laughed and prepared to take the pot.

Meng Fan limped holding the vermicelli that he had stolen from a drunk family, and threw the vermicelli into the pot like a shot, and looked at everyone proudly.

"Oh, it can't be stewed like this, it'll make the soup gooey."

"Hey, the guy at the door, what are you doing?" Wanting Ma to notice Liao Mingyu standing at the door, everyone turned around and looked at him curiously.

Liao Mingyu smiled slightly, raised his head and said loudly, "I'm your team leader!"

"Captain?"

To Ma was stunned, and looked at Bu Spicy and others in doubt.Not spicy also shook his head to indicate that he did not know what was going on.

Meng Fan added firewood to the bottom of the pot, and said yin and yang strangely: "Hey, we are half-rotten cannon fodder, and there is still a head of the team."

Everyone also looked at the man who claimed to be the head of the regiment in confusion. The clean and tidy military uniform and leather boots were a bit out of tune with the environment here.

Tall and straight, with sword-like eyebrows and star eyes, a wheat-colored face with sharp edges and corners, the corners of his mouth are naturally raised, even if he doesn't usually smile, he gives people a smiley expression, but there is a hint of majesty in his sharp eyes.

Liao Mingyu ignored him, knowing that Meng Fan was a vicious tongue in the original book.He strode to the side of the vegetable pot, lifted the straw hat covering the pot and smelled it: "You are making pork stewed vermicelli? Do you know what pork stewed vermicelli is?"

A group of soldiers stood there, staring at each other for some reason.

"They know shit, a bunch of scumbags." The Northeast soldier Milong, who was lying in a hammock and eating watermelon, said disdainfully, and spit out watermelon seeds at the crowd.

Milong was the richest man in the entire cannon fodder group. Before the defeat, he was the military quartermaster. After a defeat, the entire army suffered heavy casualties. .

Liao Mingyu smiled and threw the bag forward, good guy!Everyone looked closely. The pork in Baihuahua was evenly fat and thin. It was definitely the best pork belly, at least 10 jin. The poor little piece of pork from Ah Yi couldn’t be seen compared to it. There were also white noodles, green onions, and soy sauce vermicelli. ...

"Yo, the goods are tough, sir, I just came from the black market."

"Uh, be good."

"goo"

Bu Spicy swallowed heavily, but was slapped on the head with a numb slap, "What's not worth it, two pieces of pork will make your turtle so greedy?" showing two large die: "Sir, do you need help?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to have an authentic stewed vermicelli with cabbage and pork?"

"think"

Everyone answered in unison, this motherfucker is more uniform than shouting slogans.

"Okay, today I'll show you what real cabbage and pork stewed noodles are!"

(End of this chapter)