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Chapter 678: The Expeditionary Force Driven Back from Burma by the Japanese
provincial capital.

The reason why Chuncheng is called Chuncheng is because the climate here is pleasant and it is like spring all year round. Except that the ultraviolet rays are a little strong, it has almost no disadvantages.

The soil in Chuncheng is fertile and produces a variety of fruits, and the crops are also very productive.

Today, the Central Plains has been completely occupied by the Japanese invaders due to their invasion. Now, the only areas truly controlled by Chiang Kai-shek are Sichuan, Shu and the southwest.

Chuncheng, as the provincial capital of Yunnan, became much closer to the country's political and economic center as the Nationalist government moved to Chongqing. Part of the anti-Japanese war supplies that Yunnan and even a large number of overseas Chinese provided to the country were transferred through Chuncheng and flowed to Chongqing.

With this convenience, Chuncheng gradually became prosperous.

"Damn it, I haven't seen such a lively place in a long time." Wearing a military uniform and with his dirty face that had been dark for years washed clean, Bu La walked on the streets of Chuncheng. Looking at the bustling streets around him, he couldn't help but sigh.

“Look at you, you are such a loser!” Milong, who was standing next to him, had a look of disdain on his face, and even looked at Bu La with some disdain: “You’ve never seen such a scene?”

"I'm just a private. How can I be as good as you, the boss?"

“Alright! If you want to argue, go back and do it later. Let’s find a place to eat first.” Wang Zhong interrupted the quarrel between the two and looked at a small restaurant with good business on the street ahead, so he walked over quickly.

"Big sister, give me three bowls of rice noodles!"

The pot was steaming continuously. Standing behind the stove, stirring the rice noodles in the pot with a colander and long chopsticks, was a middle-aged woman who was at least forty years old. She was not good-looking, but had thick fingers and a strong body. It was obvious that she was a worker who worked all year round.

"okay!"

"What's the stew?"

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes!"

"Okay! Sir, please come in and sit for a moment. The rice noodles will be ready soon!"

The shop is not big, only about 30 square meters, and it is full of seats with a few tables and stools. Fortunately, the proprietress used oilcloth to lift a large section of the door and set up a few tables on the street.

Wang Zhong and his friends sat at the table at the far east.

"Captain! What on earth are we doing here in the provincial capital?" Milong couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. He and Bula had been holding this question in their minds all the way, but unfortunately they just didn't dare to ask. Today, Milong finally plucked up the courage.

"What else can we do in the provincial capital? Of course, we should buy medicine for those wounded soldiers." Before Wang Zhong could answer, Bu La next to him took over the conversation.

Milong snorted disdainfully, glanced at Bu La, his eyes full of contempt, and immediately retorted: "If you really want to buy medicine, at least you should bring money, where is the money?"

Bula was stunned by Milong's retort, but when he thought about it carefully, it was true. They didn't have much money in their pockets, and even the medicines they bought on the black market were exchanged for the guns and ammunition seized on the other side.

"Are you here to get money?" Bu La lowered his voice, fearing that others would hear him.

Milong didn't take it seriously: "So what if they heard it? We don't steal or rob."

After a while, the steaming rice noodles were served on the table.

"Boss, can I ask you something?"

"I'm not the boss. Where is the boss?" The middle-aged man with a white towel hanging on his shoulder laughed and turned to look at the woman who was cooking rice noodles by the stove.

"Aren't they all the same?"

"No, no, no! That's my sister. I just run errands for her and eat at her place. This restaurant belongs to my brother-in-law. It has nothing to do with me."

"I see!"

"Brother, I'm new in Spring City. Can I ask you something?"

As he spoke, Wang Zhong had already stuffed a dollar into the worker's hand.

"Hehehe!" Huoji Hei laughed and immediately became interested: "Sir, feel free to ask anything you want to ask."

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "We are here from Zenda, and we want to find the command headquarters of our river defense. I wonder if you know where it is?"

"Hey! I thought it was something else, just this?"

"We brought some local specialties from Zenda, and we wanted to honor the commander of our military region."

"oh···"

"You are here to seek official position!"

"Running for office?"

"That's right. We are here to seek official positions. If you know anything, why not give me some pointers?" Wang Zhong bowed to the workman and said, "If it is useful, I will never let you suffer any loss."

Wang Zhong acted like he was very rich and was here to make a killing. If he had met some people with bad intentions, he might have really been severely ripped off. Fortunately, this guy was a nice guy and immediately told Wang Zhong and others all the news that he knew that was widely circulated in the market.

For example, the commander-in-chief has recently become fascinated by Du Yanmei, a leading actress in the Sanxi Troupe, and basically brings people to support her every day.

For example, the Chief of Staff just took an eighth concubine some time ago.

The deputy commander is a hen-dominated man, but his wife is an old hen who doesn't take a shit and doesn't order anything, so he secretly keeps several mistresses outside.

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It’s true that although it’s hard to tell whether these rumors on the streets are true or false, there is definitely some truth in them. It’s just that we need to carefully distinguish which ones are true and which ones are false.

"Captain! Do you think what the waiter said is true?" After coming out of the rice noodle shop, Bu La finally couldn't help asking.

"Whether it's true or not, we can find out by going and seeing it ourselves," said Wang Zhong.

"Milong, now it's time for you to take action!"

Milong said awkwardly: "Even if you lead the ox to plow the land, you have to make sure he has enough food first!"

Wang Zhong shook his head. He could not help but hear the hidden meaning behind this guy's words. He immediately took out five dollars from his pocket and handed it over.

"Get it!"

"By the way, let's contact the supplier of your store. We have made this special trip, so we can't just do one thing."

"Okay!" Milong's eyes lit up instantly, and a bright smile immediately appeared on his face. He agreed on the time and place to meet, and ran away happily.

"If you give him five dollars at once, you won't be afraid that he will take the money and run away!"

Bu La, who was standing next to him, looked at Mi Long's receding back and said with some dissatisfaction.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "His wife and children are still in Zenda. Even if you give him a mountain of gold, he won't leave."

Bu La was stunned for a moment, then he sighed.

"Why, you want to get a wife too?" Bu La said stubbornly, "Why would I want a wife? I am so happy to be alone. I am free and happy. If I am full, the whole family will not be hungry."

Wang Zhong was too lazy to expose him.

"You go find a place to stay. We will be here for at least ten days or half a month."

"Gather at the shop where we had rice noodles in one hour."

After giving Bu La a few dollars, the two parted ways and strolled alone on the streets of Chuncheng, Wang Zhong walking aimlessly.

In the "Youth" copy, Wang Zhong came to Chuncheng, but that was Chuncheng decades later. Compared to today, there have been significant changes, but the general layout is still the same.

More than half an hour later, when Wang Zhong returned to the rice noodle shop, Bu La had been squatting at the door waiting for a long time, but Mi Long was nowhere to be seen.

"Have you found a place?"

"I've found one. You said you'd stay for at least ten days or half a month, so I rented a house for one dollar a month. How about that? Is it a good deal?" Bu La said with a smile. "One dollar a month?"

"What kind of house did you rent?"

"Of course it's a good house. I've seen it. It's an amazing house." Not only did Bu La speak in an exaggerated tone, he was also worried that Wang Zhong wouldn't believe him, so his actions were also a bit exaggerated.

Knowing that he couldn't get the truth out of this guy, Wang Zhong didn't bother asking any more questions. Not long after, Milong also came back. As soon as he entered the room, he picked up the teapot on the table and drank three cups in succession before stopping.

Milong had just finished drinking the water, and before he could say anything, Wang Zhong and Bula got up and left.

"Where are you going?" Milong quickly threw down the cup and stood up.

Wang Zhong said: "Let's go to where we live and talk as we walk!"

Seeing that the two were about to go out, Milong hurriedly chased after them.

"After asking, it turns out that what the waiter said is indeed correct. The commander in charge of the entire Southwest War Zone is named Jia, from Dali, Yunnan. He is 46 years old this year and has six concubines at home. He has recently fallen in love with Du Yanmei from the San San Xi Troupe and has subscribed to the San Xi Troupe for a month, listening to Du Yanmei sing every day."

"Have you found out where it is?"

"In Yunlai Teahouse."

Wang nodded and asked, "What about the supply? Have you found any clues?"

"I have some clues, but I'm not sure yet. After all, this is my first time back to the provincial capital. And if we still buy goods from the black market and then send them to Zenda, the cost will be very high."

"You can handle these things on your own. I just want the results."

In Wang Zhong's opinion, it was a complete waste of talent to let Milong be a machine gunner. This guy had a talent for doing business. If he were allowed to do business, he might be able to manage the logistics of an entire regiment.

Moreover, Wang Zhong didn't want to do everything by himself. If that were the case, even if he was a god, he would still not be able to handle it even if he worked day and night.

"Chuncheng is the capital of Yunnan Province. All the supplies from Yunnan are gathered in Chuncheng."

"In the next few days, you will be mainly responsible for contacting the source of goods and doing your best to open a trade route between Zenda and Chuncheng!"

"Trade route?"

"Business?"

"We can't do business?"

"Of course we can!" Milong said immediately: "If others can do it, we can do it too."

Among the upper echelons of the National Army, there are quite a few who are involved in various transactions. The withheld materials and equipment are not gold bars or cash, and they all need to be resold before they can be exchanged for gold and silver.

"But it doesn't matter for us in Chuncheng!" As a qualified black market veteran, Milong knew the ins and outs of it. In a small place like Zenda, he could still rely on his skills to act arrogantly and get involved in this kind of business.

But this is Chuncheng, where all the big guys gather, and it’s not just a small Zenda.

"Don't worry about the relationship. Just take care of the things you are responsible for. I will find the way."

"Remember, the most important things right now are medicine and food."

“These two things are what we lack the most right now.”

"Where is the ammunition?" asked Milong.

Wang Zhong rolled his eyes at him in annoyance and said, "We are a regular army, so we will have more ammunition! Even if it's for river defense, the superiors won't withhold our ammunition."

The situation now is different from the past. The rhythm and frequency of the Japanese army's attacks have greatly increased, especially in the Hunan battlefield. With the beginning of the second Changsha Expo, the Japanese army has invested a large number of troops and new weapons and equipment, and the war on the front line has become increasingly tense.

Although Wang Zhong and Long Wenjian led the Sichuan Army to delay the Japanese army in Burma, the Japanese army defeated the British, American and Chinese coalition forces in Burma with a crushing force. The army reached the Nujiang River and could cross the river at any time.

Nujiang River is the gateway to the southwest and also the last line of defense in the southwest. If the Japanese army really crosses Nujiang River, the troops will head directly to Chongqing. By rushing from top to bottom, they may be able to rush directly to Chongqing.

Those superiors who are living a life of drunkenness and debauchery in Chongqing and desperately trying to make money will not let such a thing happen.

Otherwise, how could Yu Xiaoqing, who had just fled back from Burma, be promoted instead of demoted and become the commander of the Yu Division in charge of the complex river defense?

This is certainly due to the Yu family behind Yu Xiaoqing and the support of Yu's father behind the scenes, but it is also closely related to Yu Xiaoqing's own fighting ability.

Therefore, Wang Zhong was not worried that these bureaucrats would withhold all the supplies sent to Zenda. At least there was no need to worry about guns and ammunition.

That night, Wang Zhong brought Milong and Bula to Yunlai Teahouse, where they met the supreme commander of the Yunnan War Zone and the famous Kunming actress Du Yanmei, whom he was obsessed with.

On the stage, Du Yanmei was singing "Dream in the Garden" from the Kunqu opera "The Peony Pavilion".

"In my dream, I hear the chirping of orioles, and the passing years pass by in a blur. I stand in a small courtyard..."

"it is good!"

"reward!"

"Heavy reward!"

After the song was over, the commander-in-chief in the audience was the first to stand up and applaud, and the spectators around him also joined in.

After the song was finished, the whole room applauded. However, Du Yanmei's talent was not bad. She sang "Dream in the Garden" very melodiously.

"You two go wait for me outside the teahouse!"

After instructing the two, Wang Zhong headed straight to the backstage.

In a separate dressing room backstage, Du Yanmei was removing her makeup in front of the mirror.

"It's true that I feel sorry for her. No wonder she can sing such a beautiful and graceful song."

Du Yanmei was startled by the sudden voice behind her.

Just as she was about to scream, her body suddenly stiffened. Two big hands, one grabbed her arms, waist and abdomen, holding her tightly, while the other covered her mouth.

"Master Du, I have no ill intentions, but there are too many guards outside and I don't want to cause too much trouble. This is the last resort, just to see Master Du. I hope Master Du can understand!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Mr. Du, I will let go now. Please give me a chance to speak."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"If you agree, please blink three times!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Du Yanmei quickly did as she was told!
Wang Zhong then let go of her hand, stepped back and took a walk, then bowed to Du Yanmei and said, "I am Wang Zhong, nice to meet you, Master Du."

Du Yanmei staggered back a few steps and was about to bump into the dressing table. Seeing this, Wang Zhong moved and grabbed her hand and pulled it!
Du Yanmei was shocked and was about to punch the man, but the familiar big hand attacked again and covered her lips and teeth tightly.

Wang Zhong explained helplessly: "Don't misunderstand, Mr. Du. I was afraid that you might get hurt, so I reached out to hold you back. That's all. I have no other intentions."

In fact, Du Yanmei's other hand was already on the dressing table. She naturally knew that Wang Zhong was not talking nonsense. She broke free from her right hand, raised her hand and easily pushed away Wang Zhong's other hand that was covering her mouth.

"Who are you? Do you know where this is? How dare you barge in?" Du Yanmei was still a little frightened, but she did not shout or alert the guards outside.

"My name is Wang Zhong, deputy battalion commander of the Third Battalion of the Sichuan Army Corps of the Burma Expeditionary Force under Commander Liu."

“Expeditionary Force?” Du Yanmei looked at Wang Zhong in surprise. “Is it the expeditionary force that was chased back by the Japanese right after it went to Burma?”