A Journey Through the Worlds of Film and Television.

Chapter 230 Meng is annoying

On the road north of the small town of Zenda, Meng Fanle was like a walking corpse, unconsciously striking the match in his hand, and he didn't even notice that the matchstick had poked his finger.

At this moment, Meng Fanle recalled the last battle not long ago in his mind. In that battle, he lost all his comrades.

Time goes back to that battle. At that time, the Japanese tanks had already arrived at the position where Meng Fanle's company was stationed. A group of soldiers rushed up fearlessly, hitting the iron lumps in front of them with their rifles and machetes, but to no avail.

Meng Fanle held a Molotov cocktail in his hand and tried hard to light a match, but the match was soaked with sweat and he just couldn't light it.

"What the hell, you idiot, you can't even light a fire? Hurry up, damn."

Meng, who was lighting the fire, looked back and said, "Fuck you, I'm your company commander."

The old soldier standing on the Japanese tank didn't take Meng Fan, the deputy company commander, seriously at all: "You are just a deputy, isn't the commander burning over there? Can't you ask him for a lighter?"

Meng Fanle took a look at the company commander who had died long ago and was now on fire, and then he realized that he had done something stupid. He quickly picked up the last Molotov cocktail and wanted to borrow some fire from the company commander and throw it at the tank.

But at this moment, the machine gun on the tank sounded, and in the blink of an eye, all of Meng Fanle's soldiers were killed.

Meng was annoyed by the Molotov cocktail in his hand, but in the end he couldn't throw it away.

In order to survive, Meng Fanle could only lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Even when the Japanese soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield stabbed their bayonets into his thigh, Meng Fanle did not make any sound, and that's how he survived.

Just when Meng Fanle was immersed in the past, a voice suddenly interrupted his memory: "That soldier, the lame soldier, I'm talking about you, come and sit down and rest for a while."

Meng Fanle looked up when he heard the voice and saw a tall and strong major officer sitting not far away, waving at him.

Meng Fanle did not refuse the other party because of the major's collar badge and the two guns. He walked to the other party and showed a flattering smile: "Sir, you called me?"

Lu Cheng nodded, patted the exposed tree roots next to him, and raised his hand to hand the military canteen to the other party: "Drink some water and take a rest."

"Thank you, sir."

"From your accent, you are from Peking. What's your name?"

"I am indeed from Peking. My name is Meng Fanle. What is your name, sir?"

"Lu Cheng, from Central Plains. How did you hurt your leg?"

"When I was fighting with the Japanese, I was stabbed by their bayonet."

"I can smell the odor of decay in the wound. If you don't treat your leg quickly, even if it is cured in the future, I'm afraid there will be sequelae."

"Thank you for your concern, sir. When we get to Zenda, I will try to find a way to see if I can cure it."

"How about this, you follow me and I'll heal your leg. How about that?"

"Are you serious, sir?"

"How can I lie to you? What is there about you that is worth me lying about?"

"That's right, I am just a worthless life, and I really don't have much value."

"From what I heard, you've been educated? You weren't just an ordinary soldier in the army before, right?"

"I did go to college, and then I joined the army. I was a lieutenant and deputy company commander, but my company was wiped out in the last battle."

"I understand. The battalion under my command was also abandoned by the superiors. We defended the position for three days and three nights, but the superiors had already fled. However, I heard that the regiment commander was shot and the division commander above was also dismissed. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let me see your legs."

"Sir, do you know medical skills?"

"We are a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. It should be no problem for us to treat your injuries. I have some anti-inflammatory drugs in my pocket."

Upon hearing that there was anti-inflammatory medicine, Meng Fan stopped talking, walked behind a tree, took off his pants, revealing a wound on his left thigh.

The wound was obviously caused by a Japanese bayonet stabbing from behind, and the wound was not deep and did not hurt the thigh bone. It was just that because it did not receive timely treatment, it had become ulcerated and inflamed.

After reading it, Lu Cheng nodded and said, "It's not a big problem. Just clean the wound, apply some hemostatic and anti-inflammatory drugs, and sew it up. However, your wound doesn't look like it was left by a fight with the devils. The wound is not big, and there are no signs of struggle. It was left from the back. Could it be that you were lying on the ground pretending to be dead and were stabbed by the devil's bayonet?"

Meng Fanle was embarrassed when he heard this: "Sir, this..."

"No need to explain. I understand. It's for survival. Okay, let's go to Zenda first."

Afterwards, Lu Cheng packed up his equipment, supported Meng Fanle, and walked towards Zenda.

At this time, World War II had already entered a white-hot stage. China on the Eastern Front had to seek international help due to its low industrial level and shortage of various strategic materials.

In order to facilitate the transportation of international aid materials purchased from abroad, the government ordered the construction of the Burma Road at the end of 1938 to open up the transportation line in the south and provide blood transfusion for China's domestic war of resistance.

Naturally, China's easy life would not allow it to obtain external assistance smoothly, and it also began to expand to Southeast Asia.

Especially since June 40, the Yunnan-Vietnam Highway was destroyed, and the Yunnan-Burma Highway became the only land route between China and its allies, and transportation became even busier.

To this end, the government stationed a large number of troops on the western Yunnan border to guard this blood transfusion line for the War of Resistance.

At this time, wars were going on all over the world, but the small town of Zenda in western Yunnan was still able to maintain some peace. The defeated soldiers from the nearby battlefields flocked here.

When Lu Cheng and Meng Fanle arrived at Zenda City, it was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

A defeated army is worse than a bandit, and a displaced soldier is a thief. The defeated soldiers had long lost their energy and spirit. When they were extremely hungry, they would do anything for a bite of food.

In order to prevent the situation from getting too turbulent and to protect the local people, the troops stationed there set up some shelters to gather the defeated soldiers together and reluctantly gave them some food to prevent them from starving to death.

As for those who are injured, they can only leave it to fate.

Now there is a shortage of food and supplies everywhere, except for the defeated soldiers. These defeated soldiers are also in a state of free range. Those who are capable and can find food for themselves can still eat their fill, while those who are not capable can only endure.

As soon as these defeated soldiers reached the entrance of the town, they were stopped by several sentries and told to go to the designated shelter.

Although Lu Cheng was a major, the sentries did not take him too seriously. After all, among the fleeing soldiers, there were some majors, and their treatment was no better than others.

Before meeting Meng Fanle, Lu Cheng had put the 98K equipped with a scope into the storage space, leaving only a box gun on him.

Not far into the town, Lu Cheng saw a girl wearing a gray cloth dress and a pigtail on the side of the road. She was stopping the fleeing soldiers and asking them something.

As I got closer, I could already hear her voice.

"Big brother, are you from the Sichuan Army?"

"No, no. Ask someone else."

"Big brother, do you know the Sichuan Army?"

"do not know."