Chapter 8

The fat man, who dealt with Zhang Yingzhang, this kind of "smart person," found that sometimes being simple-minded could be surprisingly effective against someone well-versed in military strategy.

Seeing Zhang Yingzhang's face full of hatred, as if he wanted to eat him alive, the fat man felt that he definitely couldn't join the Nationalist Army. After all, not only had he taken Zhang Yingzhang's gun, but he had also knocked him unconscious and tied him up.

As the saying goes, it's easy to make an enemy but hard to resolve the enmity. Even if he returned the sniper rifle 98K, Zhang Yingzhang wouldn't let him off. Moreover, he couldn't bear to part with this antique rifle. If he joined the Nationalist Army, Zhang Yingzhang would likely make his life difficult.

He couldn't join the Nationalist Army, and the Eighth Route Army's discipline was something he couldn't tolerate. The fat man sighed slightly. Even a hero needs help, and fighting the Japanese alone would be a waste of his good physique.

After the Eighth Route Army and the Nationalist Army cleared the battlefield, Colonel Ma of the Eighth Route Army, accompanied by a guard surnamed Li, hurried over. Behind them was Wang Yi, dressed in an Eighth Route Army uniform.

"Little brother, little brother..." Colonel Ma, with a spring-like smile, called out from a distance. Wang Yi, however, pouted and reluctantly followed behind.

When the fat man saw Colonel Ma approaching, he was about to turn and hide, but when he saw Wang Yi, he immediately started rubbing his hands and smiling foolishly, unable to move.

Seeing the fat man's lecherous expression, Colonel Ma suddenly understood and thought to himself, "There's a chance."

"Colonel Ma, I am a doctor at the divisional hospital, not your soldier. This time, I'm helping you, so remember the gun..." Wang Yi, following behind Colonel Ma, kept reminding him. Seeing the fat man's foolish smile, she immediately turned away, unwilling to face him.

Earlier, Colonel Ma had asked Wang Yi to come and persuade Liu Meng to join the Eighth Route Army. If she could persuade Liu Meng to stay with the Eighth Route Army, he would give her a Browning for self-defense.

Although Wang Yi disliked Liu Meng and found Colonel Ma's request strange, she couldn't resist the temptation of the Browning and had to take the risk.

"Little brother, have a cigarette?" Colonel Ma, being very attentive, took out a pack of Japanese cigarettes from his pocket, lit two, and offered one to the fat man.

"Japanese cigarettes, I don't like them." The fat man glanced at Colonel Ma, took out a Hardmen cigarette, and put it in his mouth. Colonel Ma immediately took out a box of Japanese matches, lit one, and with a fawning smile, leaned forward to light the fat man's cigarette.

"Japanese matches are really good!" After lighting the fat man's cigarette, Colonel Ma didn't waste the match and lit his own cigarette.

"Rube!" The fat man took a puff of his cigarette, glanced at Colonel Ma with disdain. Was it really necessary to be so excited just because of a match?

"Hehe, what's your surname, little brother?" Colonel Ma, with a thick skin, ignored the fat man's disdain and approached with a smile.

"Liu Meng!" The fat man's small eyes kept darting towards Wang Yi as he responded.

"Rogue?" Colonel Ma was taken aback, almost dropping his cigarette. He said to the fat man with a mix of amusement and frustration, "Little brother, even if you don't want to join the Eighth Route Army, you don't have to insult people. I just want to be friends with you. How can you call me a rogue?"

"Ha!" Wang Yi, hearing Colonel Ma's explanation, covered her mouth and laughed.

"Being uneducated is truly terrifying. Remember, it's Liu from Liu Bei, and Meng from rogue!" The fat man was somewhat helpless. His name was a creation of his parents, and he had fought many classmates over it when he was young. Now he had to deal with this dim-witted colonel.

"Ha ha... cough, cough..." Colonel Ma burst out laughing, but the smoke he inhaled made him cough continuously, even bringing tears to his eyes.

"Don't laugh!" The fat man felt the urge to hit someone. Just because of a name, who had he offended?

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh, I won't laugh." Saying he wouldn't laugh, Colonel Ma still had a suppressed smile on his face, barely managing to hold back a big laugh.

"Be serious!" The fat man coldly said, trying to look serious, but his chubby cheeks made him look more like a laughing Buddha, which was even funnier.

"Ha!" Wang Yi burst out laughing again.

"Oh, ha ha... ha ha..." Colonel Ma couldn't hold back anymore, clutching his stomach and laughing wildly. This fat man was truly a treasure.

"Laugh again, and I'll leave right now, I won't bother with you and your dozen or so people!" The fat man's face turned ashen. If it weren't for Wang Yi, he would have strangled Colonel Ma. He didn't want to join the Eighth Route Army, but to save a few lives in the resistance and for Wang Yi, he had to endure Colonel Ma's uncontrollable laughter.

"Oh... Oh..." Colonel Ma tried to hold back, clutching his stomach, and finally managed to calm down. He asked in surprise, "Little... little brother, why do you say that?"

"Your dozen or so people just want to get through the city defenses and the minefield, right?" The fat man glanced at Colonel Ma and said.

"Hmm?" Colonel Ma was slightly taken aback. Because the Japanese puppet search team arrived too quickly, Wang Yi hadn't had time to introduce the fat man to Colonel Ma after rescuing Zhang Yingzhang's three sentries.

The fat man explained that he was a Japanese interpreter and recounted his previous experiences. Colonel Ma was now convinced.

The fat man was a Japanese interpreter, but the battle just now proved he was definitely not a traitor. Most importantly, he was familiar with the Japanese puppet city defenses and minefield layout. He could also deduce that Colonel Ma was escorting a doctor to the base area from the Japanese puppet search team. This made Colonel Ma even more determined to recruit him.

"Little brother, isn't our Doctor Wang beautiful?" After listening to the fat man's introduction, Colonel Ma leaned in and whispered in his ear.

The fat man stared at Wang Yi, nodding mechanically.

"Little brother, if you join the Eighth Route Army, you can see Doctor Wang every day." Colonel Ma looked at the fat man's expression, his lips curling up, with a look that said, "You can't resist my beauty trap."

The fat man nodded, his face beaming with joy, but after a moment, his smile froze, and he said, "No, joining the Eighth Route Army means I can only look, right?"

"What more do you want? She is the most beautiful doctor in our entire division, and many people have their eyes on her." Colonel Ma lowered his voice to a whisper, as if afraid a third person might hear, and whispered to the fat man.

"Hehe, if I kidnap her, I can not only see her every day, but also... you know what I mean." The fat man smiled evilly. He didn't really fear these dozen or so Eighth Route Army and Nationalist Army soldiers. If he kidnapped Wang Yi, no one could stop him.

"Cough, cough..." Colonel Ma almost fell to his knees. If someone else dared to have designs on the doctors and nurses at the divisional hospital, he would have drawn his gun and fought to the death. But this evil fat man was a real problem.

First, the fat man was a genius in close combat, and Colonel Ma wanted to recruit him. Second, the fat man was a former Japanese interpreter and knew the Japanese puppet city defenses and minefield layout. They needed his help to get through the Japanese puppet defenses or minefields.

Most importantly, the battle just now made Colonel Ma realize that the fat man could easily eliminate a Japanese squad. He preferred to offend a small person rather than a psychopath.

What to do?

Colonel Ma gritted his teeth. If this damn fat man really tried to kidnap someone, he would have to fight back. A doctor, especially one trained in Western medicine, was invaluable in this war. Saving the lives of wounded soldiers was more important than his own life.