Listening to the chirping of birds by the old British gentleman holding a white flag in front of the position, everyone looked confused.

"Brother Wang Zhong, what did he say?" Doubian subconsciously asked Wang Zhong next to him.

"What else can I say? Surrender!" Wang Zhong responded casually.

Long Wenwen, who was lying on the edge of the position in front, asked the British messenger and translator of the narrator what he meant. His face showed a look of ecstasy, and he couldn't hide his smile no matter what.

The cannon fodders were also a little overwhelmed by the scene of the surrender of the British gentlemen. They thought it was ridiculous, but also felt helpless that all their hard work was in vain. They went through all kinds of hardships to get to the airport, but these old British gentlemen at the airport surrendered.

Already.

If they hadn't suddenly attacked and occupied the little Japanese's position, wouldn't it be that the targets of these old British gentlemen's surrender would have been the Japanese?

Just like the original work, Long Wenwen, who was gray-headed and without any clothes on his body, was disliked by the old British gentleman as soon as he showed his face and called him Othello.

"Commander!"

"Within three meters!"

Long Wenwen turned his head to face the position and shouted loudly. Meng Nuan was reluctant and about to go out, but was stopped by a big hand.

Wang Zhong handed the remaining can to the bean cake next to him and said to the bean cake: "I'm full, you can eat it all!"

Immediately, he quickly walked out of the position and came to Long Wenwen.

"He dislikes you for being disheveled and dirty, so he wants you to dress up like a gentleman and talk to him again!"

Long Wenwen was stunned at first, and then an inexplicable anger welled up in his heart. He asked Wang Zhong uncertainly: "Does he really mean this?"

Wang Zhongdao: "Othello is a Moor, that is, a black man. Doesn't black mean dirty!"

Long Wenwen immediately turned to look at the old British gentleman: "He who rides on a horse!"

"You're riding a horse!"

"Do I want this? I don't want it either. It's all forced by the Japanese!"

Wang Zhong followed up and said fluently in English: "Fuck you, Jian Te Stew, I have done this because of you. I said it was beautiful before I came here, but now, when I see the Japanese army, a

I'm like a gray grandson, he can run faster than a rabbit, and now you're riding a horse and you think I'm dirty?"

"In the presence of a formidable enemy, you are about to collapse at the first touch. When you are chased by little devils and are completely defeated, you raise your flag and surrender. Is this what you call a gentleman? Or are all your British gentlemen like this?"

"The kid on horseback hasn't even entered the airport yet, but you on horseback raised the flag and surrendered first?"

"Is this how you become our allies?"

"Did the little devil ask you to hit us, so you could immediately turn the gun and aim it at us?"

The old British gentleman's shy face was a bit unbearable. Wang Zhong's words were so vulgar that he felt disgusted. However, every word Wang Zhong said was true.

No, the last two sentences are not true. They are British gentlemen. Even if they surrender, they will not turn their guns to attack their own allies.

The old British gentleman hurriedly explained that he didn't mean that and that Wang Zhong had misunderstood.

Long Wenwen, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment when he heard Wang Zhong pointing at the nose of the old British gentleman and making a fuss. Then he turned to look at Wang Zhong: "Did I say that much?"

Wang Zhong said: "I added a little bit and insulted him a few times, but he still dares to despise us. If it weren't for us, he would have been eaten by the little devils."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhong immediately turned his gun, pointed it at the British gentlemen opposite him again, and said loudly: "Also, it's us who have defeated the Japanese army now, and it's us who saved you. This is how you, the British gentlemen, are treated.

From your savior?”

"Damn it, even people like us can push back the Japanese army. Did you so-called British gentlemen grow up eating shit?"

Wang Zhong's few words made the faces of these old British gentlemen turn red, especially the British soldiers behind him. They were all ashamed. Especially when they saw the cannon fodder who were like a ragtag group, they couldn't help but feel ashamed in their hearts.

Come.

Wang Zhong's strong and angry outbursts not only did not anger these old British gentlemen, but actually improved their attitude a lot.

Meng Fangliao, who was at the edge of the battlefield, listened to Wang Zhong's words, his eyes widened, and his face was filled with incredible shock.

"Brother, something will happen if you scold these British people like this!" Although he felt happy in his heart, thinking that if it were him in his place, he would definitely scold him like this, but after the fun, Meng Fanlao couldn't help but think of the purpose of their trip, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

So he reminded me in a low voice.

"You know nothing!" Wang Zhong said angrily.

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More than an hour later, in the abandoned British warehouse at the airport, the silent night was broken by a little candlelight.

The candlelight stretched out the veterinarian's somewhat stooped figure. Meng Fanglia lay on the bed, playing with the candle given by the veterinarian in his hand, and asked curiously: "Shila Shila and Boss Wang are still negotiating with the British?"

"

The veterinarian stood on the ground and looked up at Meng Fandai: "We're almost done talking."

"Which old British gangster is willing to give you what Boss Wang wants?" Meng Fan was so surprised that he almost got up, his face full of disbelief.

"Boss Wang said, the British gangsters have surrendered to us just now, and now this airport belongs to us. The reason why we didn't take action is because we are allied forces. If the British gangsters dare not to surrender,

We will just grab it."

"That old British scoundrel was so angry that he turned blue." The veterinarian smiled as he spoke.

"How dare he be so arrogant with the old British thugs?" Rao heard Wang Zhong's words damaging the old British thugs in front of the battlefield, but Meng Fan still couldn't imagine that when Wang Zhong faced these British guys,

How dare you be so strong.

"Boss Wang said that face is not given by others, it is earned by oneself."

"Isn't that old British scoundrel angry?"

"My face is blue, how could I not be angry?" The veterinarian said: "At that time, Boss Wang slapped his pistol on the table and asked the old British gangster: If you don't want to give us supplies, are you colluding with the Japanese and preparing to kill us?

Take it as a certificate of surrender and give it to the Japanese."

"That guy! I was so frightened at that time that I almost stabbed through the dead wound."

"That's wrong!" Meng Fanlao reacted immediately: "Boss Wang was negotiating with the British guy. He should be speaking in English. How can you, an old man, understand it?"

"You're talking terrible English. What Boss Wang is talking about is our Chinese language. He asked a British translator to translate for the old British gangster himself."

"Is this okay?" Meng Fanlao's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

The veterinarian said: "Boss Wang said that we are Chinese and now represent the Murokawa Corps. We should speak Chinese at the negotiation table."

"Our Boss Wang is still awesome." After being shocked, Meng Fanlai could only say this with emotion.

"In the past, when we faced these British allies and American allies, we never treated them like guests, and were careful at every turn. This is the first time I have seen Boss Wang like this. The key is that the old British thug hasn't followed

He fell out."

"Fuck you?" the veterinarian said, "Fuck you!"

"That's right!" Just after he finished speaking, the veterinarian remembered something and said hurriedly: "Boss Wang told us to pick up guns, ammunition and daily necessities early tomorrow morning."

"There are also medicines. Boss Wang said that we should get some good medicines from the old British scoundrel glove, so that you can treat your lame leg and those seriously injured people."

"anything else?"

"What else? That's all?"

"How do I know? I'll be back after treating my shoulder."

"If you want to know so much, you can ask Boss Wang yourself tomorrow!"

The next morning, as early as dawn, the cannon fodder was called up.

As soon as the cannon fodders walked out of the warehouse door, they saw Wang Zhong and Long Wenwen standing outside with their hands behind their backs, as well as several steaming vats.

"Listen up, there is water nearby. Anyone who wants to eat has their hands and faces washed by me. I want to check them one by one!"

“Only those who are clean can eat!”

"handwashing?"

"What are you washing your hands for?"

As soon as Wang Zhong said these words, the cannon fodders spoke out one after another and began to whisper among themselves.

"Boss Wang won't lose an argument with an old British gangster, right?"

"······"

"Quiet!" Long Wenwen shouted, stopping everyone's random speculation, and then loudly said: "We have a large number of people dying every year, but according to statistics, it is not the Japanese who cause the most deaths in us, but malaria.

It’s a plague.”

"In other words, the vast majority of our brothers did not die fighting against the Japs on the battlefield, but died of diseases."

"Yesterday, those old British gangsters thought we were dirty and said we were not gentlemen enough. I was very angry. Battalion Commander Wang was also very angry. I believe you are all very angry."

"Although what they said was unpleasant, they were indeed right. We are indeed dirty."

"But with our current situation, we can't get clean even if we want to, but we can still do it by simply washing our hands and face."

"Everyone knows about Hua Tuo, right?"

"Know!"

"Hua Tuo once said that diseases enter through the mouth. Many fatal diseases enter our bodies through our mouths, destroying the original balance of our bodies and causing disease."
To be continued...