Bright Sword: Why Does the Independent Battalion Drink and Feast Every Day?!

Li Yunlong: “We’re all in the Eighth Route Army. Why does his Independent Battalion get to eat meat every day? Did that bastard capture the Japanese emperor or something?” Ding Wei: “You have to hand it to him. When it comes to fighting, I’m impressed by that kid Bai Baosheng. He smokes and drinks, and the Japanese all drop dead. We just can’t compete with that!” Li Yunlong: “Damn it, that kid should be one of my soldiers. Why does Kong the Dimwit get such a great subordinate?” “Captain, the Eighth Route Army is drunk. Let’s attack!” A Japanese elite soldier reported to his captain, Yamamoto Kazuki. Yamamoto pressed him for details: “Are all of them completely drunk?” “Yes. I saw through the binoculars that they’re all dead drunk. You can smell the booze from a long way off!” “Tell everyone to retreat at once! It’s definitely another fishing trap set by the Second Battalion of the Eighth Route Army’s Independent Regiment! Damn it, move!” Just then, a torch lit up in the distance. Moments later, black gun barrels all around them were aimed at the Japanese special forces. “Yamamoto, an immortal appeared in my dream and told me you’d meet him today. I, Bai, have come especially to see you off. How about that? Aren’t you grateful?” At the 386th Brigade headquarters, the brigade commander slammed his hand on the table! “Bai Baosheng, you getting carried away? You even dare kill prisoners? You slaughtered more than ten thousand Japanese soldiers. How am I supposed to explain that to the higher-ups? You’re going to be dismissed again!” Bai Baosheng acted like a little grandson: he knew he was wrong, but wouldn’t change a thing! “I’d kill them even if it gets me dismissed! Those beasts froze that whole family of three children into ice sculptures, then broke their arms and legs before thawing them out. All five members of the family died in agony! If I don’t avenge them as a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, who will?”