Long Wenzhang: “Thanks for the cornbread, Battalion Commander Zhou. But you gave all of it to us. What will the brothers of the Sichuan Army’s Third Battalion eat?”
Zhou Dajiang: “We don’t eat cornbread. We eat...”
Long Wenzhang cuts him off. “I know. It’s what you’ll eat when the Sichuan Army’s Third Battalion makes its final stand against the Japanese, right?”
“Commander, I really want to go up and beat the hell out of that bastard Long Wenzhang. He’s just a street punk, a scoundrel.”
The next day, when Long Wenzhang sees the Sichuan Army’s Third Battalion eating white-flour steamed buns and braised pork, he says, “What the hell? You... you guys eat this?”
“Yeah! White-flour steamed buns and braised pork are standard fare for the Sichuan Army’s Third Battalion every day.”
“Then what about the cornbread?”
“We stopped eating that stuff a year ago. Hahaha...”
At that time, both were called Sichuan, and Sichuan and Chongqing were not yet separated!!!!!!!!!
Great book, great reading, great creativity!!! Come on💪💪💪💪💪💪
Why are there so few comments? I think it's okay.
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