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“Song Lingyun, take care of that artillery battalion and send it over to me!” Li Yunlong said over the phone.
“Commander, I'm keeping that artillery battalion for myself.” Song Lingyun polished off the last bite of meat from his can of beef.
“I'm a regiment commander and I don't even have an artillery battalion, but you, a company commander, want one for yourself? Are you trying to turn the world upside down? Get it over here, now!” Li Yunlong said.
Li Yunlong hung up, then turned to Zhao Gang and said, “That kid is my lucky star!”
After the call ended, Song Lingyun chewed his beef and grumbled, “Commander, you're so tough. Why don't you dare take on the brigade commander?”
“Company commander, are we sending it or not?” a soldier asked.
“Send it! Of course we're sending it. Are you trying to turn the world upside down?” Song Lingyun wiped the grease from his mouth. “Load up another truck with canned beef and Japanese sake, too, so the commander and the others can have a nice, comfortable New Year!”
“Yes, sir!”
