Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 328: Baoshan Zenda

At this time, the captain of the guard company on the road stood beside Wang Meng with a shout of praise, and also brought a fully armed soldier with him.

"See? The latest automatic rifle is a hundred times more powerful than the Japanese. And the latest pistol is much more reliable than the Japanese bastard box. As long as you join the independent column, these can all be yours!"

The captain of the guard company demonstrated the Type 95 rifles and Type 92 pistols one by one, causing the ordinary people to open their eyes wide.

Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Wang Meng gave some instructions to Mao Hang, asking them to select the best from the best, complete the recruitment within ten days, and organize training for the new recruits.

After returning to Kunming Airport, the fleet took off again and flew towards Baoshan Airport in western Yunnan, landing at Baoshan Airport in less than two hours.

As one of the airports closest to the battlefield in western Yunnan, Baoshan Airport was the Japanese's main target.

Therefore, upon landing, the twelve escorting F6F Hellcat fighters immediately refueled and two of them took off for alert.

The rear cargo hold of the transport plane slowly opened, and Chen Bo'ai's supplies were loaded onto a truck, ready to be transported to the Nujiang River and then transported by mules, horses or manpower.

In order to ensure the safety of this batch of supplies and to investigate the enemy and our own situation in Nujiang, Wang Meng decided to leave two guard platoons at the airport, and he would lead a guard platoon to follow Chen Bo'ai's convoy to transport supplies.

After getting on the truck, Wang Meng took the opportunity to take a nap, but he lay there for two hours and only woke up when he reached his destination.

Wang Meng rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Why did I fall asleep? Is everything ok on this journey?"

"Very good. We have walked this road many times before. Besides, we are behind Zenda, so few Japanese soldiers will come here. It is safe!"

Wang Meng was a little confused. The place name "Zenda" was very familiar to him, as if he had heard it many times.

"Zenda? How far is this place from Nujiang River and Nantianmen?"

"About ten miles away!"

The scenes in Wang Meng’s memory began to revive, but they were still as vague as a cloud of mist.

When they arrived in Zenda, Chen Bo'ai's convoy stopped in this medium-sized town.

Chen Boai found a rice noodle shop and ordered a bowl of vermicelli for every soldier in the guard company and the helper of the transport team.

Wang Meng held the steaming rice noodles and added a spoonful of pickled chili peppers, which tasted sour, spicy and numbing.

After eating a bowl of rice noodles while sweating profusely, Wang Meng wiped his forehead.

"Mr. Chen, have you eaten yet? Or should I treat you today?"

"Come on, how much money can you make as a soldier?"

"Hey hey hey!"

Wang Meng's eyes were misty with sweat, and he vaguely saw a familiar shadow.

"Annoyed? Meng is annoyed?"

"Hey, who's calling out the young master's name?"

A young man with a sallow complexion and disheveled hair poked his head out from in front of Chen Bo'ai's body, speaking in Beijing dialect.

Wang Meng stood up in a daze, put the earthen bowl beside him, and walked straight towards the young man.

When the captain of the guard company saw that something was wrong, he led the guard platoon to pull the bolt and load the gun, pointing the black muzzle at the young man.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's talk it out nicely. We have no grudges in the past and no grudges today, so there's no need to resort to violence!"

Wang Meng ignored his smooth talk and looked at his "broken leg" carefully.

"Isn't your leg lame?"

That’s right, this young man is none other than Meng Fanle, the lieutenant and deputy company commander of the Sichuan Army Corps in “My Regiment”, who also serves as a messenger, adjutant, staff officer, translator and handyman.

"Hey, how do you know? Did you hit my leg?"

Of course Wang Meng couldn't say that he saw it on TV, and he was a little confused at the moment.

How did he mix up the three TV shows now?

But it’s also good this way, I can say I met some old acquaintances!

Chen Bo'ai looked at Wang Meng with an unnatural and confused expression. Logically, this should be the first time these two met, so why were they acting like old acquaintances?

"Chief of Staff Wang, I forgot to introduce you. This is the soldier who was withdrawn from Nantianmen. He should have returned to the team by now, right?"

"Mr. Chen, we are a bunch of scattered soldiers who have been recruited and are now part of the Sichuan Army. What do you think? Let's just stay here for now?"

Chen Boai also introduced Wang Meng to Meng Fanle.

"Brother Meng, this is the famous Chief of Staff Wang Meng of the Independent Column. This time he is here to deliver a batch of supplies to me."

Meng Fan glanced at Wang Meng, a complex feeling of envy and inferiority expressed as self-mockery and disdain on his face.

"Oh, is it the independent column that wins battles every day and beats the Japanese black and blue? How come they came to our little place and greeted us, a defeated soldier?"

Wang Meng felt sympathy and regret for Meng Fanle's tragic life, and he had seen his broken mouth several times in the play.

"I wish your mouth was as useless as your legs! By the way, how did you get your legs back to normal?"

Only then did Chen Bo'ai remember Wang Meng's question.

"Oh, this leg has a long story. One time when I came to deliver supplies, I saw him being chased and beaten by a few people with a limp. Then I saw a small bottle of sulfa in his hand. That little thing could never save his leg. So I took him to see a doctor, and he managed to save his leg!"

Wang Meng then understood that this was fate. If he had not been familiar with Chen Boai and had not come to Zenda again, he would never have thought that he would meet Meng Fan here.

"Mr. Chen, I will never forget your kindness."

"I'm not saying this today to ask you to repay me. It's just that Chief of Staff Wang asked me this question, so I answered this way. It's fate that I can meet you. It can be considered as a good deed!"

Only then did Wang Meng understand why they were so familiar with each other and why Meng Fanle's lame leg became a good leg again.

"Meng is annoying, this name is hard to pronounce, I'll just call you Lao Meng! Lao Meng, where are you stationed now, how are you doing?"

Meng Fanle glanced at Wang Meng warily. This man was either lame or stationed there. He didn't look like a good person!

Meng was annoyed and pulled Chen Boai aside.

"Mr. Chen, why is this person so strange? Could he be a Japanese spy?"

"Oh, what do you think about every day? You are the chief of staff of the independent column. When you cross the Nujiang River and fight the Japanese, all the planes above your heads will belong to them!"

Meng Fanle touched his chin with a little mustache. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any big problems with the people brought by his savior, right?

Forget it, give them some face!

Meng Fanle strode forward, taking Chen Boai, Wang Meng, and a guard squad with him and walked towards the depths of Zenda Town.

However, wherever Meng Fanle went, the people stayed away from him, as if they saw a plague god and tried to avoid him as much as possible.

Wang Meng and Chen Boai looked at each other...