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Chapter 674: Enthusiasm from Zenda

As the sun rose, Long Wenjian subconsciously stopped and stood in front of the signpost hanging in the woods. He looked up at the signpost with the words "Zenda" written on it. The defeated soldiers behind him also stopped and looked up at the signpost, imitating Long Wenjian's behavior.

Zenda!

This place that they once desperately wanted to escape from is now the place they most want to return to in this period of time.

Humans are inherently complex animals, just like these defeated soldiers standing under the "Zenda" road sign with mixed feelings.

The seriously injured soldiers lying on stretchers couldn't help but look excited.

Last night, eight of the sixty or so seriously injured soldiers died.

"Let's go!"

"Go back to Zenda!"

Long Wenjian waved his hand, took the first step, and walked towards Zenda following the signpost.

Ayi immediately called upon the defeated soldiers, lined them up in two rows, and headed towards Zenda.

"Damn it, we are actually back!" Bu La still couldn't believe it. They really returned to the East Coast. It was not until the city of Zenda appeared in their sight that everyone stopped again at the same time.

At this time, the defeated soldiers had stayed in the mountains and forests for more than ten days, hiding during the day and moving out at night. They were all disheveled and dirty. If they were not wearing military uniforms, they would be no different from savages.

The people of Zenda did not know that their army, which had been active on the opposite bank for more than half a month and fought countless life-and-death battles with the Japanese army, had returned to the east bank.

But there were five hundred defeated soldiers in total, more than two hundred of whom were wounded, and more than sixty of them could only lie on stretchers, carried by two soldiers.

"Sir, where are you from?" An old man carrying a heavier load frowned as he stepped forward to ask the defeated soldiers who looked like they had just come down from the battlefield.

"Old man, we are from the Sichuan Army Corps coming from the other side!" Long Wenjian was afraid that the old man had poor hearing, so he spoke loudly to the old man.

The old man asked in confusion: "From the other side? Didn't the troops on the other side withdraw long ago?"

Long Wenjian grinned at the old man and said, "The bridge was blown up before we could even retreat!"

"Really?" The old man's slightly cloudy eyes swept over the soldiers, most of whom were wounded, and asked again: "Did you just finish fighting the Japanese?"

"Yes, we just finished fighting the Japs."

"Old man, we have something else to do, so we won't chat with you anymore!" While Long Wenjian was pulling with the old man, Milong, who had been waiting impatiently, was also chasing after Wang Zhong, wanting to take Wang Zhong to Xiaozui's house to find his wife and children.

"Why are you so anxious? If your wife and children are at Xiaozui's house, they can't run away. If they are not, there is no point in being anxious." Wang Zhong did it on purpose.

"We're already in Zenda!" Milong looked anxious and couldn't help feeling uneasy in his heart. He was really worried that the wife he had picked up for free would run away.

After all, they had been on the west coast for almost a month, and had lost contact with the east coast since the Battle of Nantianmen. Although the cannon fodders usually teased him, Milong always laughed at the cannon fodders for not even having a wife, and they were simply jealous that he had a wife and children.

But when they really returned to Zenda, the stubborn Milong finally began to panic.

The defeated soldiers!
No, now we can no longer call them defeated soldiers, because they have fought with the Japanese army time and time again in Burma, and won time and time again, and even crossed the river back to the east bank right under the noses of the Japanese army.

They accomplished countless feats that their comrades could never dream of accomplishing.

How can they be called defeated soldiers today?

They are all supposed to be heroes.

Unfortunately, the heroes are unknown. The people of Zenda are unaware of their heroic deeds on the other side of the river. Even Yu Xiaoqing, who is now in the East Bank River Defense Command Center, may not know that the abandoned people who they thought were doomed to die have now returned to the East Bank and to Zenda.

I just wonder what expression Yu Xiaoqing will have when he knows that they have returned to Zenda.

"Go and tell the commander!" Wang Zhong pointed at Long Wenjian in the front and said to Milong.

Milong was stunned for a moment: "You are the deputy battalion commander, and I am just a soldier. You are more suitable to go than me."

"I'm not in a hurry anyway!" Wang Zhong looked at Milong with a smile on his face.

Mi Long had a frown on his face, but he had no idea what to do with Wang Zhong: "Okay, okay, I'll go!"

Compared to being scolded by Long Wenjian, he wanted to see his wife and children immediately. If he really compared them, Long Wenjian's scolding was nothing.

Now that he has arrived in Zenda, he can't possibly shoot himself like he did last time at Nantianmen, right?

Thinking of this, Milong immediately stopped moving forward and looked back at Wang Zhong. Milong, a big man from the Northeast, frowned and said awkwardly, "Why don't you go and tell them?"

Seeing Milong like this, Bu La, Yao Ma and others around him couldn't help laughing anymore.

Fanla even said out loud: "Boss Mi actually has a day when he is afraid of death."

"piss off!"

"What's your business? I'm already in a bad mood, don't make things worse."

Milong was not in the mood to talk nonsense with them, and immediately scolded Meng Fan with an impatient look on his face.

"Yo!"

"Boss Mi is angry!"

"Brothers, everyone, come over here and open your eyes!"

If they weren't on the march at the moment, if there weren't more and more people around, Milong Heights would have given the dead cripple a kick.

"Boss Mi!" Bula slowed down his pace, retreated to Milong's side, raised his hand to cover his mouth, lowered his voice and said, "I have a good idea!"

"What method?" Milong's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and asked hurriedly.

"Why don't you just run away secretly? There are so many of us anyway, and we are too busy to keep an eye on you."

Milong was really tempted, so he ran away secretly, first to find his wife and children, and after finding them, he let them know he was safe, and then sneaked back, without anyone noticing...

"okay!"

"Don't listen to Bu La's nonsense!"

"The news that we have returned to Zenda must have reached Yu Xiaoqing's ears by now. I guess they are leading their men here right now!"

"If you leave, and there's a conflict with Yu Xiaoqing and the others later, we'll be missing a main force."

"No way?" "We have made such a great contribution, but Yu Xiaoqing doesn't want to reward us. Is he going to arrest us all?"

"What are you thinking! Does meritorious service have anything to do with us?" Wang Zhong said, "All the credit goes to the superiors for their proper command. Are we any different from cannon fodder?"

As soon as Wang Zhong said this, the smiles on the faces of everyone who were previously grinning and laughing at Mi Long disappeared in an instant.

"unless······"

"Unless what?" Yao Ma asked hurriedly with a curious look on his face.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Unless you can sleep with the concubine of our Southwest War Zone Commander-in-Chief, and let her whisper in the Commander-in-Chief's ear."

"Who knows, maybe the credit will fall on us!"

"We don't have this ability, but Boss Wang does!" Fanla limped and smiled, "Boss Wang is heroic, dignified, and capable. He will definitely be able to sleep with the commander-in-chief's concubine!"

"The enemy!"

"Boss Wang is here to take action, and Isaac will definitely win!"

Wang Zhong's words made everyone feel heavy-hearted and their smiles disappeared, but his second sentence brought back everyone's smiles.

The atmosphere returned to its previous relaxed and happy state.

"Do you think Yu Xiaoqing has a concubine?" Yao Ma suddenly lowered his voice and asked everyone with a sneaky look on his face.

"Tsk! Even if there was, would you dare to sleep with him?" Fanla snorted and said unhappily, "That day at the Nantian Gate, the battalion commander in charge of the river defense was beheaded by Yu Xiaoqing himself!"

"Is your neck harder than that battalion commander's?" While saying this, Fanla glanced at Yaoma indifferently.

Just this one glance made the numb neck feel cold and he immediately retracted his head.

"The commander-in-chief's concubine can sleep with him, but Yu Xiaoqing's can't?" Wang Zhong said with disdain, "Could it be that Yu Xiaoqing has three heads and six arms?"

As they were talking, everyone had already arrived at the edge of Zenda City. Many people in the city who had heard the news had already gathered at the city gate.

He was staring at their team, nearly half of whom were wounded and sick, dressed in rags and looking no different from savages and beggars.

As they approached, the sound of gongs and drums began to sound. Several young men and women covered in quilts stood in front of the crowd, using the quilts as lion heads and dancing to the beat of the gongs and drums.

There were sounds of banging and beating, gongs and drums resounding. The old man beat the gong, the women beat the waist drum, and they danced to the drum dance popular in Zenda.

A large group of young girls, holding wreaths made of fresh flowers and plants, rushed towards the crowd with smiles on their faces, put the wreaths on everyone's heads, and stuffed the flowers in their hands into everyone's hands.

This is the enthusiasm that the cannon fodders have never seen from the people of Zenda since they fled to Zenda until today.

From the heart, sincere and beautiful.

However, these are not what the cannon fodders want most now.

"Everyone, stop for a moment, stop for a moment!"

Long Wenjian politely declined the wreaths handed over by several little girls, squeezed out of the crowd, came to the people, and loudly stopped the welcoming ceremony organized by the people.

Then he looked at everyone and asked, "May I ask who is in charge here?"

I was silently thinking about the image of military might and not making a fool of myself in front of the people.

Compared to the original novel when they returned to Zenda, the cannon fodder now eat canned beef from the Japanese army every day. The food is many times better than when they were in the shelter.

Today's canned beef of the Japanese army is not the "canned beef" made with cow blood and grains in the late period of the War of Resistance Against Japan. It is filled with real beef.

Therefore, the situation in the original novel where Long Wenjian took the lead in running to the street and leading the cannon fodder to rob the bun shop on the street did not occur.

"Strong man!"

An old man wearing glasses and speaking with a local Zen accent walked out from behind the crowd, and the people around him all stepped aside to make way for him.

"I still have some respect in front of the villagers, and I have a say. If you have any instructions, please come. I and the villagers will do our best to satisfy you."

"Thank you for your courtesy, old man!" Long Wenjian walked up to the old man with glasses and pointed at the more than half of the wounded in the team and said, "Old man, you can see that too many of our brothers are injured, and there are dozens of seriously injured. Now we urgently need to find a place to recuperate and heal our wounds. Those of us who are not injured can go back to the shelter, but if these wounded follow us to the shelter, I'm afraid they will die."

"I hope the old man can find a place for these injured brothers to recover in peace. It would be even better if a few doctors could help!"

The old man looked at the cannon fodder team, where there were fifty or sixty seriously wounded soldiers lying on stretchers, and more than two hundred wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages, their wounds stained red with blood.

The old man's expression became more serious. He sighed and said with emotion: "When I left, the moon was covered by clouds. When I came back, the war was sparse. I have been a termite all my life. Today I know that dying on the battlefield is a great tragedy, not a great heroism!"

"Don't worry, brave man. I still have a few empty houses in the city, which should be able to meet your requirements."

"Deputy Battalion Commander Wang!" Long Wenjian shouted loudly. Wang Zhong, who was tall and burly, and although he was also dressed in rags, he was much cleaner than everyone else, walked out from among the cannon fodder.

"Tell the old man what kind of medicine we are still short of?" Long Wenjian was a man who was used to climbing up the ladder. Since the old man was so easy to talk to, he made his request more calmly.

Then he turned to the old man and said, "This is Wang Zhong, the deputy commander of the Third Battalion of our Sichuan Army Corps, and also our sharpshooter. Among our more than a thousand brothers, he is the only one who has killed the most Japanese soldiers."

"Not only that, he also studied medicine. He and the military doctor treated all of us wounded soldiers."

"My name is Wang Zhong, nice to meet you, old sir!" Wang Zhong walked up to the old man and bowed to him.

“He has an imposing bearing and walks like a dragon and a tiger! The tiger generals of ancient times must have been no more than this!” The old man had been sizing up Wang Zhong since Long Wenjian called him out.

"Old sir, we have more than 60 seriously injured people who urgently need rest and treatment. Please send someone to take them to a safe place first, and then help get some sulfa!"

"Don't worry, old sir. We will never let you pay for the medicine. We have a lot of equipment and supplies seized from the Japanese. The extra ones can be exchanged for money and supplies on the black market."

The old man looked at the large number of wounded soldiers in the team. Although he wanted to pay the money, he knew that even if he was wealthy, he might not be able to support more than 200 wounded soldiers.

The old man also understood what Wang Zhong meant. The reason why Wang Zhong came to him was to exchange goods and borrow his old face to get some discount on the price.

The old man stroked his whiskers and said calmly, "I still have some respect in Zenda, so I will risk my life to be the middleman for you this time."

"Thank you for your help, old sir!" Wang Zhong bowed to the old man.

The old man was flattered and immediately supported Wang Zhong: "You are such a brave man, it really makes me feel bad!"

"The brave men fought bloody battles with the Japanese invaders on the other side of the river, regardless of their own lives, to prevent Zenda from falling into the hands of the Japanese invaders. If we are to salute, it should be this old man and the people of Zenda who should salute the brave men."

"Protecting the land and the people is the bounden duty of us soldiers!"