Volume 5: My Captain, My Group Chapter 0110 Lin Zuo
Autumn 1941.
Yunnan border, Zenda.
"I'll teach you a special skill. Use your nose to suck up the vermicelli."
Bang~
The sound of a hand slapping the back of the head.
"Hit me again."
Bang~
"Hit me again."
Bang~
The sound became louder.
"Lengzi, let me hit you a few times, Lengzi..."
“…”
Lin Yue blinked and looked at the roof covered with dust and cobwebs. A little sunlight poured into the room through the gaps between the tiles. The crackling sound of burning firewood came from the corner, making the room full of smoke.
The person who spoke just now... seems to be Kang Huojian (nicknamed Kang Ya), a soldier from Shanxi. This fellow has always been a cunning person. He is good at taking advantage of the situation and bullying the weak and fearing the strong. When he meets a weak person, he will pinch him a few times, and when he meets a tough person, he will run faster than a donkey.
Lin Yue stretched out his hand in front of him and took a look. There was a yellow callus just above the palm, a layer of gray embedded in the skin texture, and the nails were almost black. There were many thorns on the lower edge due to lack of vitamins, which looked a bit unsightly.
At this moment, it seemed like something small was crawling on the part above his lower back. He reached out and scratched it. It didn't matter, but his right shoulder and left rib began to itch.
“Mad, is this where people live?”
He rolled over and got up from the broken wooden board covered with straw, took a look at the dirty military uniform, put it under his nose and sniffed it. The strong sour and rotten smell almost made him vomit.
"Hey, Lin Zuo is awake." A voice came from behind: "Just as you said, this is not a place for people to live. You have been lying on that board for more than half a month. What? Have you had enough sleep now? How about I switch with you?"
He clearly remembered the scene at the beginning of the TV series where Shanxi soldier Kang Ya was slapped on the head by veterinarian Hao Xichuan. That is to say, it was now in the deserted soldiers shelter in the ancient town of Zenda in the southwest border area , and the person who just called him Lin Zuo...
In the entire cannon fodder group, apart from the dead cripple Meng Fanle, who else is so poisonous?
"Your uncle's."
He turned around and looked at the cripple with a treacherous look on his face: "If you keep pushing me, I'll cut you off."
As he spoke, a scene flashed through his mind. On a rainy night, Meng Fanle was woken up by rain from a leaking roof. His pants were soaked as if he had wet the bed.
"Don't talk like us Northeasterners." Two meters away, the Northeastern soldier Milong put down his hand on his crown and looked at him with an unhappy face.
"I learned it, so what ?" Lin Yue said, "You always want to kill this person or that person, come on, kill me if you dare."
"You bastard, I'm going to kill you today." The guy got up from the bed and was about to roll up his sleeves to take action.
"There's a good show to watch today."
"These two have been fighting for more than a month. They just talk but never act. No one has ever killed the other."
The people around were cheering.
"Alright, alright, stop messing around, I have something to announce..." Military doctor, oh no, veterinarian, Hao Xichuan walked between the two men and said, "We are about to be reorganized, very soon."
"Bullshit."
"That's what you do there. I'm serious. After all, I'm the only doctor in this area."
"Ah~ Veterinarian..."
"Okay, the goose is a veterinarian. You are patients, and you come to the goose for treatment. It's okay even if you say the goose is a gynecologist. Really, stop talking nonsense."
Veterinarian Hao stood in the middle of the crowd wearing a tattered military cap, and the beard around his mouth was messy like weeds.
"An officer has come to investigate the health of our defeated soldiers. He also said that he would come again, saying that there would be a battle."
The word "war" seemed to have magical power. All the people who were smiling happily just now stopped smiling and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.
Unlike Meng Fanle, Kang Ya and others, Lin Yue followed the veterinarian out of the room, walked to the water jar in the corner of the yard and looked inside.
He had a dark face, dry skin, a sparse mustache and a dirty face. The only consolation was that his hair was not messy.
This time I'm not playing anyone, I'm still wearing it.
After making sure that the face reflected in the water was his own, he went on to sort out his identity settings.
Lin Yue, a native of Wuhan, Hubei, lost his parents and sister in a Japanese air raid. A year later, he joined the army with hatred for the Japanese. Because the fighting was fierce, he was promoted from second lieutenant deputy platoon leader to first lieutenant platoon leader in more than half a year.
A few months ago, his battalion was ambushed by the enemy and suffered heavy losses. After suffering nearly 80% casualties, the commander issued an order to retreat. At the beginning, everyone was able to move in an orderly manner until news came from the front that the defense line had been lost and a rout occurred.
Because Lin Yue rescued a wounded soldier on the road, he was delayed and failed to catch up with the main force. A few days later, the wounded soldier died of lung infection. He began to flee southward and eventually came to Zenda, where he mixed with the cannon fodder regiment.
The one with the highest military rank among this group of people is Lin Yi, who has never been baptized by war. Then there are Lin Yue and Meng Fan, a lieutenant platoon leader and a lieutenant deputy company commander. In comparison, Lin Yue is two years younger than Meng Fan and is considered the young officer with the brightest future in the shelter.
Of course, the premise is that he did not die at the hands of the devils.
During his time at the shelter, Lin Yue often boasted about his rapid promotion, secretly complained about Meng Quezi's old story of deserting, and said that he would be promoted from company commander to battalion commander, regiment commander, and division commander, becoming the youngest combat general.
When Meng was annoyed, he would use the words "Lin Zuo" to insult him, and after a while, they became nicknames.
As for the grudge with Milong, it's actually no big deal. That guy loves to bully Ayi the most, saying that he is pretending to be a weakling all day long. Lin Yue's surname is Lin, and Lin Yi's surname is also Lin. I'm saying something fair based on the idea that they were one family five hundred years ago. Ayi is high-profile and pretentious, while Uncle Mi is low-key and shows off his wealth. Ayi loves his medal. You wear your watch, and everyone can see through it but don't say anything. No one should blame anyone.
Well, now we are enemies.
Lin Yue's daily routine at the shelter was to bicker with Meng Fanle and glare at Milong.
"Come, come, come, make way." Veterinarian Hao came over with a wooden bucket and said, "You kid, you look into a basin of water every day. You have been looking at the same face for more than 20 years. Aren't you satisfied?"
"Zou hasn't seen enough, why should I bother with you?"
"You imitate other people's way of speaking every day. You have no respect for your elders." Veterinarian Hao pushed him away, scooped a few scoops of water from the jar into the wooden barrel, picked it up and walked back.
Lin Yue looked at his back, smiled, then turned and walked outside.
"Dinner is about to start, what are you doing here, kid?"
"You guys eat first, don't worry about me."
What kind of meal?
Vermicelli cooked with salted vegetables tastes so bland, but it's still a good meal. When supplies were tight, there was not even vermicelli to eat.
When Lin Yue reached the door, he stopped and glanced at the room on the right with better conditions. Some medicinal herbs were drying at the door. A wounded soldier with no arms and head wrapped in gauze was sitting on the steps, leaning against the doorpost and looking at the sky expressionlessly. A private with a blind right eye waved his hand to drive away a fly that landed on the blood-stained bandage. Perhaps his movement was a little too big and pulled the wound, and he showed a painful expression.
"ah……"
"Veterinarian you son of a bitch!"
At this time, Meng Fanle's screams were heard from behind. It seemed that it was time to apply medicine again.
Lin Yue shook his head, walked out of the shelter and headed towards the mountains outside the town.
The most urgent thing now is to solve the problem of food and drink and improve his life. He really cannot eat the food provided in the shelter, although he has lived like this for many days.
