Check in from the bright sword

Wang Yan showed the same contempt on his face, and said, "Then shoot."

"Do you think I won't dare?" Yu Xiaoqing's eyes revealed an undisguised murderous intent.

This time, Yu Xiaoqing really wanted to kill Wang Yan, he really wanted to kill Wang Yan, even if it was because of the inappropriateness of this teacher.

"No, you dare. You Master Yu joined the army and defeated three hundred bandits with a hundred bravery. You are famous in Sanxiang. What are you afraid of?" Wang Yan said in disdain.

Yu Xiaoqing said: "Since you know this, you finally died a deserved death."

Wang Yan sneered and said, "Hehe, I offended your prestige, Master, so I deserve death."

"When you were just a regiment commander, killing a battalion commander was like killing a chicken. Now that you are a division commander, killing me, a little major acting battalion commander, is as simple as trampling an ant to death."

"The Ministry of Military Affairs won't even order a reprimand."

"What is a mere battalion commander?"

"But..." Wang Yan changed the topic and said again, "I still have to say..."

"Master, you are really amazing, because you have done for them what the Japanese invaders couldn't do."

"Myanmar jungle, Myitkyina airport, thousands of miles to return home, and Nantianmen, I don't know how many devils want to kill me, but they can't do it, I don't know how many devils want to kill me and then quickly, But in the end, he fell under my gun instead!"

"Now, Master, you have done it for them."

"So, the Japanese invaders will definitely thank you from the bottom of their hearts."

"Thank you for removing their thorn in their side and thorn in their flesh!"

"The Japanese invaders will still be grateful to you for destroying Zenda's popular support for them!"

"The Japanese invaders will be even more grateful to you for destroying an iron army that once beat them to shame on the Nantianmen!"

Wang Yan's words were like sharp swords that pierced Yu Xiaoqing's heart. Yu Xiaoqing's face turned from black to white, from white to blue, and then from green to green, and finally burst out uncontrollably.

"Ah..." Yu Xiaoqing roared, raised the gun and fired continuously at the top of the head until the magazine was empty.

After firing the gun, Yu Xiaoqing finally let out the stagnant energy in her chest, and put the pistol back into the holster.

Then he said to Long Wenwen and Wang Yan: "Don't worry about these stragglers, come to the main regiment of our Yu division, and I will let you two be the commanders of the first and second regiments."

Wang Yan nudged Xialong Wenwen lightly with his elbow: "Tuan Zuo, I want to ask you something."

Now they have realized even if it's spicy or not spicy, the doggy Yu Xiaoqing is trying to poach a corner.

The features on Long Wenwen's face huddled together, like a wronged daughter-in-law, and said shyly, "But I still want to stay with my cannon fodder."

"Okay, then you can continue to stay with them." Yu Xiaoqing nodded expressionlessly, then turned her head and asked Wang Yan, "Battalion Commander Lin, how about you?"

"I'm sorry, Master." Wang Yan said, "I don't want to leave the Sichuan Army either."

Speaking of this meal, Wang Yan stared into Yu Xiaoqing's eyes and said, "Because the cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army will never point a gun at my head."

"Because our team will never abandon us in times of crisis."

"Following such a comrade in arms, such a leader, I will feel at ease."

"I dare to hand over my back to them with confidence, and then I dare to set foot on the battlefield without hesitation."

Hearing this, the faces of Li Wula, Bula, Yaoma, Meng Fanle, and other cannon fodder immediately changed, and an invisible thing was brewing in the air.

How can you say that you have no clothes, and you share the same robe with your son!

Chapter 46 Rebuilding the Sichuan Army

Long Wenwen and Wang Yan's answers made Yu Xiaoqing very angry, but it was already in his expectation.

"Okay, then you can continue to stay with these moldy and rotten cannon fodder." Yu Xiaoqing got into the car and left without saying a word of unnecessary nonsense.

But Tang Ji waved at Wang Yan, beckoning him to come forward and speak.

When Wang Yan walked up to him, Tang Ji whispered, "Battlemaster Lin, you've been promoted. From now on, you will be the deputy head and supervisor of the Yu Shichuan Army."

"Xie Tang's assistant teacher's cultivation."

Wang Yan smiled, which was as early as he expected.

This is the case in the original play, Lin Yi is the deputy director of the troupe.

"Battlemaster Lin, you are very wrong." Tang Ji waved his hand and said, "It is not me who cultivated you, but the teacher, you know? Don't think that the teacher seems to be very strict with you two, but in fact he I still appreciate the two of you very much, and I sincerely hope that the two of you can build the Sichuan Army into an elite team."

"Yes!" Wang Yan snapped to attention, and said proudly, "I will never disappoint Deputy Master Tang's expectations."

"You can't live up to the teacher's expectations." Tang Ji corrected again, "This is the teacher's expectation for you. In addition, the Sichuan Army still has a batch of supplies, especially a military flag that needs to be handed over."

"Of course, the Sichuan Army is still one of the three main groups of Yu Division after all."

"Only these 100-odd veterans are not enough, and we have to add another batch of recruits."

"Director Lin, do you think we should choose a time and hold a ceremony?"

Wang Yan said: "Everything is at the discretion of Deputy Master Tang, we don't have any opinions."

"Okay, okay." Tang Ji nodded happily, and then said, "Then finish the handover by the river tomorrow, how about it?"

"Yes!" Wang Yan said, "Tomorrow noon will be handed over by the river."

Tang Jixing left contentedly.

Tang Ji was quite satisfied with Wang Yan's performance.

Wang Yan returned to the cannon fodder again, only to see that everyone's expressions became different.

Needless to say, Long Wenwen's face regained its brilliance, his eyes regained their previous brilliance, and they became full of vitality and radiance again.

The cannon fodders all looked arrogant, feeling that they had become elites.

After a lifetime of losing battles, being a lifetime of rout soldiers, and finally becoming an elite!

Among the crowd, only Meng Fanlai still had the face that deserved to be beaten, as if he always saw only darkness, decay and rotten wood in his eyes.

"What are you still doing?" Long Wenwen said, "Hurry up and move everything in."

The cannon fodder rushed forward and moved the materials in the back seat and trunk of the jeep into it.

Wang Yan smiled and said to Long Wenwen: "Tuan Zuo, congratulations, you are now a serious head of the group."

"Commander Lin, congratulations too." Long Wenwen said with a smile.