Chapter 81

The fat man didn't know how the pop stars of this era were adored by the common people, but he knew that in his time, the entertainment circle was a place full of all kinds of ugliness, yet it could still incite the public to follow one after another. This was the charm of pop stars and movie stars.

He now felt like a public figure himself. The way these soldiers looked at him was not just admiration, but also enthusiasm. He realized that in this era of rampant invaders, there was no difference from his own time; both loved chasing stars.

Blind obedience, enthusiasm, and adoration—although no soldier asked him for a photo or an autograph, it was almost the same.

On this journey, the fat man rejected countless soldiers' "flirtations." Some praised his singing, some asked him to sing again, some tried to chat with him... and even more surprisingly, some praised his songwriting. The fat man's face turned dark, and he kicked the soldier away.

"Damn, remember, this song was written by He Luting." The fat man roared at the soldier.

Plagiarizing an anti-Japanese composer's unpublished song made him feel immense pressure. You could call him black-hearted, sinister, low, lecherous, without principles, or anything else, but he would never plagiarize a song written to inspire the anti-Japanese resistance.

"He Luting!" This name sparked imagination. It sounded like a woman's name?

The surrounding soldiers looked at him with ambiguous expressions. The fat man was puzzled, thinking, "Why are these bastards looking at me so strangely?"

Sai Laohu rushed over and said something that almost made him faint: "Brother-in-law, how do you know the song written by He Luting? Don't you and He Luting have any unclear relationship? If you do anything to betray my sister, I'll be angry!"

In the mind of this uneducated bandit leader, anything related to songs must be connected to courtesans. The courtesans in the county sang beautifully, and before the Japanese came, Sai Laohu visited them often. Hearing the fat man's words, he thought this song must have been written by some courtesan. Moreover, the name "He Luting" sounded like "He Luting," which suggested something not good.

Sometimes the fat man felt his imagination was too damn good. Hearing Sai Laohu's words, he realized what it meant to have a higher level of strength.

The fat man didn't speak, just smiled, a very sweet smile.

The monkey, who was driving the cart, turned back and wanted to ask the fat man about "He Luting." Men with money could have multiple wives and mistresses, and he supported the fat man in such matters, wanting to remind him to take precautions.

Seeing the fat man's charming smile, he immediately turned back and continued driving the cart, knowing the fat man was about to get wild.

"You have good stamina, after a battle, you were busy cleaning up the battlefield and burying the Japanese corpses, and then walked for over ten miles. You don't seem tired at all. You must have a lot of energy, right?" The fat man asked with a smile.

"Of course, who am I? I'm the leader of Hu Kou Mountain!" Sai Laohu didn't realize that disaster was about to befall him.

"Alright, very good." The fat man smiled and called out to Yang Yun in front, "Third leader, come here."

"What does the son-in-law need?" Yang Yun quickly left the formation and ran over, bowing to the fat man.

"Have the brothers bring a Maxim machine gun over, and let the leader carry it back himself. Anyone who helps him will do two thousand push-ups, and if they don't finish, they won't get dinner." The fat man said calmly. Sai Laohu dared to accuse him of being gay, and he wouldn't let him off easily. This guy really didn't know that the god of war had three eyes.

"Ah..." Sai Laohu's legs went weak. Carrying a Maxim machine gun, which weighed over a hundred pounds, all the way back to Hu Kou Mountain, usually required five members of a heavy machine gun team to carry the gun and its tripod separately. Now one person had to carry it, and it was over twenty miles, up the mountain.

The fat man didn't bother with him and had the monkey drive the cart away.

"Leader, it's not that I don't want to help you, but the son-in-law said it, and we can't do anything about it!" Yang Yun looked at Sai Laohu with sympathy, had the brothers assemble the Maxim machine gun, and placed it in front of Sai Laohu, then led the brothers away.

"Damn you, Yang Yun, you're not loyal at all. Do you still consider me the leader?" Sai Laohu cursed, but Yang Yun ignored him. Looking at the Maxim machine gun in front of him, he felt a chill but had no choice but to carry it.

"Third leader, the leader is really pitiful." A brother whispered to Yang Yun, afraid the fat man would hear.

"Look who the real leader is. Remember, once you say it, you have to stop. Otherwise, you'll be doing push-ups. Got it?" Yang Yun whispered back.

"Uh." The brother thought of the punishment of a thousand push-ups and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

This punishment made them feel miserable, but they had never felt so uplifted before.

Although Sai Laohu treated them well, following him in battle could cost them their lives. They were all willing to risk their lives, but who wanted to die without any value?

Comparing the two, they felt that the fat man's leadership was much better than following Sai Laohu, and the punishment of push-ups could be accepted.

Through this battle, the team's leader changed, and the team's spirit, which had been lost due to a previous defeat, returned.

The team returned to Hu Kou Mountain, and a pile of captured weapons was stacked in the parade ground. Whether good or bad, usable or not, the poor Colonel Ma and Sai Laohu had their subordinates pack everything they could carry, even the helmets, belts, matches, and cigarettes of the puppet army's elite company. Even a needle was not left behind.

This was due to their past poverty, so when looting the spoils of war, they thoroughly implemented the "Three Alls" policy.

"Brother, you can divide the spoils as you see fit, but you must give me those five grenade launchers. You have twenty in your warehouse, and I'm your brother. You can't let me be so poor, right?" Colonel Ma looked at the rows of weapons, his mouth watering, and said to the fat man beside him.

Colonel Ma knew that as a decoy, he was useless in the battle, so he didn't dare to ask for too much. Besides, when cleaning up the battlefield, the fat man wasn't there, and he had already secretly taken a good treasure and put it in his pocket, not daring to let the fat man know.

It was these five grenade launchers that couldn't be hidden. He couldn't forget them. If he could get them, he could take them to the division headquarters and show them to the division commander, which would be very impressive.

"The weapons and ammunition of the puppet army's elite company are all for the mountain. You can have those five grenade launchers, but the other garbage, your soldiers must take away. The mountain can't hold them." The fat man glanced at the "garbage" with little interest.

"Thank you so much." Colonel Ma's face lit up, and he immediately took out a cigarette he himself wouldn't smoke, offering it to the fat man.

"See how poor you are. Forget it, I'll give you five Czech machine guns from the puppet army's elite company, but no ammunition." The fat man lit the cigarette and took a puff, saying disdainfully.

"Ha ha, brother, if you were a woman, I'd marry you." Colonel Ma was overjoyed, thinking he had nothing good to give the fat man, so he could only try to match the fat man with Wang Yi.

"Get lost, take this garbage and get lost!" The fat man rolled his eyes and kicked him.

Colonel Ma was used to joking with the fat man. He dodged and called the soldiers to take the weapons. Although he was envious of the Type 38 rifles and the machine guns, he knew his limits. Taking these weapons back to the base and showing off at the division headquarters would be impressive.

So what if it's the main force regiment? Do they have as many spoils as I do? Do they have artillery? I do.

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