My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 62 Massive!

"We're here!"

"Haha, it's Zenda!"

Seeing the sign hanging on the side of the road, everyone in the Sichuan Legion was excited and finally came back.

This town is like a haven for everyone, it has the warmth of home, a place where you can get shelter and home.

"What's the matter? Why is there no one on the road?"

"Bastard cover, I remember that this road is usually taken by many people?" Bu Lai touched his head, and also made a doubtful voice.

"Isn't this finished, where have the people gone? Where are my wife and children!?"

Milong was a little anxious, but the two most important people in his heart were nowhere to be seen.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were two gunshots in the distance, and this time, everyone was frightened enough.Everyone immediately took up their weapons, thinking that something was going on in front of them.

"Hey, put it all down and put it down. Shoot the gun, don't be nervous. The common people shoot the gun."

The well-informed Long Wen waved his hands to signal everyone to relax.

At this time, everyone discovered that at the far end of the road, an open space outside the white wall was full of people, looking straight at them.

"The bastard's cover is dripping, this posture, it is not enough to steal a cow."

Bu La looked at the crowd dumbfounded, and said something silly.

The speechless Liao Mingyu slapped him on the head: "How many tricks have you done, kid?"

"Oh!"

"The hero is back!"

At this moment, the people in front began to beat gongs and drums, which was very lively.Several young people dressed in quilts danced their unique dances, welcoming the return of the soldiers of the Sichuan Legion.

Many people flocked to put flowers on the soldiers, and they touched the faces and heads of the soldiers with their hands, expressing their gratitude to the Sichuan Legion with their local customs.

Good guy, Liao Mingyu was covered with a quilt by the people, and the people put their hands on his head and shoulders to show their respect and gratitude to him.Their enthusiasm really flattered Liao Mingyu.

Afterwards, the commoners held all kinds of eggs, fruits, pork, roasted chicken... and brought them to the soldiers respectfully.

One of the young girls, holding a bowl of nuts, handed it to Meng Fan with both hands respectfully: "Brother, I ate this myself, if you don't dislike it, just accept it!"

Looking blankly at this innocent and lovely girl, Meng Fan's nose was a little sore, and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.

A master who smelled the company commander's roasted meat, and was still concentrating on lighting a match that he couldn't even light.

A top student who is proficient in English and has studied mechanics.Facing the Japanese tank, it took half a second to make a decision, put down the Molotov cocktail, lie down and pretend to be dead, even if the Japanese bayonet pierced two inches into his leg, the guy who didn't scream, actually shed tears at this time. .

"thanks, thanks……"

He took the bowl of nuts, bowed his head and thanked the girl.

"Don't thank us, it's us who should thank you."

Seeing that Meng Fan received his gift, the girl smiled happily.

"That's right, if you hadn't blocked the Japanese on the other side yesterday, we could have stood here well."

"Thank you, you are all heroes!"

"Heroes, please accept our hearts."

……

Looking at these simple people, the soldiers of the Sichuan Legion all had tears in the corners of their eyes, and they all showed a gratified smile.The battle last night was worth it!

They finally understand what it's like to be respected. It turns out that protecting the family and the country feels so good.

Their belief in following Liao Mingyu became stronger, because all the glory was brought to them by the head of the regiment.

"Strong man!"

An old man in a black coat, glasses and a goatee walked towards Liao Mingyu and the others with a cane on crutches.

"Hard work, hard work! Come, pour wine for the strong man!"

The young man next to him held a wine jar and poured a large bowl full of it.

"When I went away, the clouds covered the moon, when I came here, there were few wars, and the old man spent his whole life as a silverfish. Today, I learned that the corpse in horse leather is a great sadness, not a great pride!"

An old scholar who spoke Southwestern Mandarin said to Liao Mingyu with emotion.

"Hehe...you're polite"

"Come on, please finish this bowl!"

……

Looking at the sea bowl that was bigger than a washbasin, Liao Mingyu's face twitched violently, you actually call this a bowl! ?

The plot of the original time and space was actually hit by him, but it was really dumbfounding. Now he wants to pull the dragon article over to the front, which was originally what the dragon article had to face.

Long Wenwen looked at Liao Mingyu's glance, and immediately turned his head away.Look at what I'm doing, you will take care of yourself.

Others are also embarrassed to turn away, or just look at the sky, as if it is none of their business.

You motherfucker, dishonest!

"Strong man?"

"What happened on the battlefield, what happened yesterday! Today you will come to a drunken hometown. In our Zenda, gentlemen, we will never laugh at you."

Seeing that Liao Mingyu was a little hesitant, the old scholar was unmoved and stared at him seriously. Today, he was determined to make this bowl of wine.

Uh... Liao Mingyu is speechless, how can he stand up when this bowl goes down?
Damn it, never mind!

I saw his face turned horizontal, took the big bowl, looked at the bowl full, no, this full bowl of turbid wine, the bitterness in my heart.

correct!That's what Long Wenwen did!Haha, he had an idea in his mind instantly.

After a pause, Liao Mingyu gestured to the old scholar with the big bowl. He raised the bowl of the sea above his head and said loudly, "Shangjing the heroic spirit who died in battle!"

"Whoa..."

He spilled more than half of a bowl of wine.

"Respect the charcoal creatures!"

"Whoa..."

He dumped a lot on the ground again, the old scholar looked at him in surprise, how could he still play like this?

Looking at the bowl with less than one-third of the drink remaining, Liao Mingyu felt that it was still a bit too much. He gritted his teeth and shouted again:
"Respect in the middle, conscience in this world!"

There was another shiver, and the wine in the sea bowl bottomed out in an instant.

When it was almost over, Liao Mingyu shouted with pride: "Done!" Then he gulped down his head with a stuffy head.

If you don't do it, you can't say it anymore.

Don't look at the thin layer of wine left in the bowl, but there must be seven or eight taels.

"Ah...hic~"

He couldn't help but hiccup, and Liao Mingyu pretended to light up the bottom of the bowl to everyone, indicating that he had drunk enough.

"Haha, the sea... massive, majestic, majestic!" The old scholar smiled embarrassedly, and everyone applauded and applauded.

Meng Fan quietly gave him a thumbs up, an expert, he really is an expert!
"Folks, listen to me, we will not accept the things. It is not easy for everyone. On behalf of the soldiers of the Sichuan Legion, I appreciate your kindness!"

Liao Mingyu cupped his hands and said politely to the people.

"Sir, you are too polite!"

"That's right, sir, just accept it."

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(End of this chapter)