Long Wenwen swaggered towards Bu Lai and the others, he smiled and shook his hand with a machine gun, and circled around them twice. Seeing the submachine guns carried by everyone, he exclaimed, reached out and touched it, and the exaggerated movements made Bu Lai think that he had encountered a nervous disorder.

"Okay, Hunan Thomson, Thomson has used it, and you, oh yo, it's all official, and the Stern submachine gun?"

Long Wen said with a hippie smile, not caring at all about the eyes of everyone like a madman.

"Less nonsense, which one the hell are you?"

"Who am I? I'm your leader! Long Wenwen said confidently with his head held high.

"Commander?"

As soon as he heard this, he didn't spicy and looked at the snake's buttocks. Why is there another regiment leader?

This is the second person the Sichuan Army has met in the past month who claims to be their commander.

However, the head of the regiment did not make them a meal of pork and cabbage stewed vermicelli.

Dare to pretend to be their regimental commander! This is a big taboo, and Liao Mingyu's status in their hearts is not low now.

"Fake!"

Everyone said in unison, and at the same time, a group of people rushed up! Knock him to the ground. Without saying a word, he tied him up strongly......

"Da Kui, you take a few brothers to stay on the slope to guard, and the others come with me."

After speaking, Liao Mingyu led people to run to the small cabin where Meng was annoyed.

At this time, their faces were covered with blood and mud, and almost all of them were wounded, supporting each other, and looking at their regimental commander with a determined expression.

Meng gritted his teeth, stood up with difficulty holding a rifle, straightened his waist towards Liao Mingyu, and saluted a military salute dignifiedly: "Report to the regimental seat!" The herald Meng was annoyed, and led 43 soldiers of the Sichuan Army to fight fiercely with two Japanese squads for two hours, and successfully arrived at the small warehouse, annihilating more than 40 Japanese soldiers. Our troops suffered heavy casualties, but not a single one of them fled. Hold your ground and wait for the regiment to arrive, there are 21 people left, and the report is complete! Please instruct! ”

At this time, the veterinarian came out of the wooden house with a small soldier, and the old veterinarian also hurriedly saluted, their hands and chests were covered with blood, apparently from helping the wounded soldier to bandage.

Looking at Meng's slightly trembling right leg, after a long and fierce battle, some wounds on his injured leg that were about to heal were cracked.

"Brothers, you have worked hard!" Liao Mingyu said sincerely. At the same time, he stepped forward to support the crumbling Meng Annoyance.

"Herald, well done this time"

"Hehe, the task assigned by the group seat, how dare you disappoint you, these devils are bullying me as a disabled person, if the little master has good legs and feet, it won't be a problem to beat him thirty times." Meng said with a hippie smile on his face.

The regimental commander he had been thinking about in his heart finally came to save them.

"You kid, your mouth is still so hard." Liao Mingyu shook his head and said: "Say hello to you kid, don't salute me on the battlefield next time, the snipers of the devil are all picked to be officials, and Lao Tzu wants to live for two more days." ”

Then, Liao Mingyu turned his head and ordered everyone: "Milong, quickly, bring the first aid kit and help the veterinarian treat the wounds of the brothers." Kang Ya, you take people to clean up the battlefield quickly, especially bring those grenadiers to Lao Tzu, you laugh at it, don't pick people's underwear again! ”

This Kang Ya, the ability to clean up the battlefield is not to be said, but the vice of liking to pick people's underwear must be changed for him. In the words of the dragon, it looks too good.

Liao Mingyu helped Meng and was about to go into the house to help him re-bandage, but the group just came back.

"Commander, I caught a spy, and he still wants to impersonate you."

Bu Lai threw the tightly tied dragon article to the ground, pointed at him and said.

"Hey, you're a flashing brain, I'm your leader," Long Wenwen, who was lying on the ground, learned to speak in Hunanese.

"You are a hammer, believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed your baby with one shot." To Ma jumped up and gave Long Wen a slap in the head. Taking advantage of Liao Mingyu's here, he must perform well.

"I'm really your leader, and I'm serious," a standard Sichuan dialect burst out of Long Wenwen's mouth.

"Hungry and wrinkled, the head of the hungry regiment is surnamed Liao, what do you say is your surname?" The veterinarian was also interested at this time, and asked Long Article.

"Hungry surnamed Dragon, hungry called Dragon article, hungry is the real leader." Another Shaanxi dialect came out of his mouth.

Everyone was confused, where is this guy sacred, why does he know all the dialects of the south and the north of the world? It doesn't sound like it's a parody at all, just like a local.

The dragon article is also confused now.

He fought in Burma for half a year, and each time he relied on this trick to gather the defeated troops, regather them, and then use this group of defeated troops to fight with Little Japan.

Then, in less than half a month, a group of routs were wiped out, and he did the same to gather another wave of routs.

Relying on the colonel uniform on his body, he has been the regiment commander three or four times during this time.

How can this be so bad?

Seeing that this group of soldiers with complete equipment and rich combat effectiveness, Long Wenwen originally thought that he had picked up a treasure, but looking at the current situation, these soldiers didn't believe him at all, could it be that their regiment commander was still alive?

Liao Mingyu, who was standing on the side, shook his head speechlessly, it seems that Long Wenwen has not gotten rid of the fate of being tied up by the cannon fodder regiment.

"You say you're their leader?" Liao Mingyu looked straight at Long and said.

"......" Long Wenwen looked up at the young man in front of him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

He didn't dare to answer, because he really couldn't figure out the details of Liao Mingyu, and watched everyone surround him with stars and moons. I also had a rough idea in my heart: "Hehe, that, sir, can you untie me first, let's talk alone." Long Wenwen smiled at Liao Mingyu's flattery.

Liao Mingyu understands that this guy can be regarded as a good person, he can cry, laugh, play tricks, and go into battle to kill the enemy. The emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and sorrow can change back and forth in an instant.

Like the dialects of the whole country that he is proficient in, inexplicable, insane, and sometimes calm and clear-minded.

He is Long Wenwen, an unpredictable guy and a ghost talent who can fight.

"Let him go!" Liao Mingyu waved his hand, and the snake's butt stepped forward and cut the rope on his body with the kitchen knife he carried with him.

"Oh mom, I'm finally comfortable now" Rubbing his numb hands, Long Wen said in Northeast dialect again, listening to the dragon is scalp numb.

"Sir, shall we take a step to speak?"

Liao Mingyu nodded and walked with him to a secluded place.

"You're their leader, aren't you?" Long Wen said straight to the point.

"What, not like you?"

"No, no, no, I just haven't seen such a young regiment commander yet, so why don't you wear an officer's uniform," Long Wenwen asked suspiciously.

"Hmph, Lao Tzu is from a military academy, isn't he better than you, a regimental commander who doesn't know where to pick up?" Liao Mingyu said angrily, and at the same time handed him his military ID. As for why you don't wear the commander's uniform, it's hard to tell you that Lao Tzu is afraid of death.

Long was also very surprised after reading the article, and involuntarily gave Liao Mingyu a thumbs up and said: "Top good, top good"

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't care if you are a regiment commander or a small soldier, I just heard from my soldiers that you are good, how about it, do you want to fight devils with me?" Liao Mingyu knew that he was a talent, and if such a person didn't turn him to the Sichuan Army, it would be really tyrannical.

"Tuanza, how can I say that I am also wearing a lieutenant colonel uniform, I can't be a small soldier under you, doesn't that also ruin your prestige?"

This is the dragon article, and the nonsense will come as soon as you open your mouth. Looking at his current appearance, Liao Mingyu couldn't help but want to beat him.

In the end, after some bargaining with him, Long Wenwen successfully mixed up the position of deputy commander in the Sichuan Army, although there are less than 60 people left in this regiment......

Now this Burmese jungle is full of soldiers. The devil soldiers, the allied soldiers, and the Sichuan army that was scurrying around the rout, for this battle, all sides did not know how many troops were invested.

The establishment has long been disrupted, and often a group of people will start fighting when they are put together into a unit, and when they are broken, they will be reorganized, and the organization will become more and more chaotic. And Liao Mingyu may be the largest existing commander in the Chinese army in this exotic jungle.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for annihilating 108 Japanese soldiers, including 3 military Cao, 1 second lieutenant, 1 lieutenant, a total of 148 points, 1480 experience points, and 5204 points remaining in the current system, which has met the needs of the system upgrade, may I ask if it is upgraded?"

The voice of the system sounded in Liao Mingyu's mind again.

"Level up!" Liao Mingyu replied in his mind without hesitation.