Chapter 87

"Can't even hold a gun steady, and you want a gun? We'll talk about it when you're as tall as a gunstock and can march in step." The fat man glanced at the little brat and flatly refused.

He had the little brat train with the brothers in the bandit camp, and the training was all adult-level, which even normal people might not be able to endure, let alone a little brat who wasn't even as tall as a gunstock.

This little brat wanted to become a killing war machine, but the fat man wasn't that heartless. He planned to let the little brat suffer a bit first, then give up, and send him to school to learn some culture, to live a normal child's life.

If the little brat persisted, the fat man would have nothing to say. It was the path he chose, and he would have to take responsibility for it.

"You are really too harsh on the child!" Wang Yi glared at the fat man, squatted down, and took a compressed biscuit from her military uniform pocket, smiling as she handed it to the little brat. "Your name is Shitou?"

The little brat nodded, seeming a bit shy in front of the beautiful Eighth Route Army woman, not daring to take the biscuit. He struggled to pick up the Hanyang-made rifle and hid behind the fat man, peeking at the biscuit in Wang Yi's hand and swallowing his saliva.

"Hey, fatty, did you beat the child? Why won't this little kid even take a biscuit?" Wang Yi said angrily to the fat man. Usually, the children in the village where the division headquarters was located would actively seek out "Doctor Wang" for some candy, biscuits, and other snacks.

Doctors were precious during wartime, and Wang Yi, being a beautiful doctor, was not only well-cared for by the division headquarters but also received the first share of any spoils, such as canned food, biscuits, and candies, from the regiment and brigade commanders.

These commanders had somewhat "impure" intentions, but Wang Yi didn't take it seriously. With food and drink, she would share with the nurses at the division headquarters hospital and the village children. Over time, the village children formed a habit of going to the division hospital in the morning to find Doctor Wang for some treats.

The little brat in front of her could resist the temptation of snacks, which made Wang Yi both curious and surprised. In the end, she could only blame the fat man.

The fat man felt quite wronged. "Spare the rod, spoil the child" was his creed. He really wanted to beat this little brat who dared to pull his fat belly, but before he could, Wang Yi arrived.

"Go, take it." The fat man kicked the little brat to Wang Yi.

"How do you raise a child?" The fat man's action earned another glare from Wang Yi. However, her words immediately drew strong protests from both the fat man and the little brat.

"He's not my father!" The little brat rolled his eyes and said.

"Doctor Wang, I'm still a pure, unmarried young man. Don't say things that aren't true, or I'll make you pay with a child!" The fat man took the opportunity to escalate, trying to get a verbal advantage.

"Pervert!" Wang Yi glanced at the fat man, pulling the little brat aside to prevent him from being corrupted. She was already used to his inappropriate remarks.

The fat man never hid his sinister, despicable, and shameless nature. For his own benefit, he would betray the political commissar, confront the division commander, and even scheme against the Eighth Route Army to improve the situation of the Eighth Route Army. He couldn't resist a beautiful woman and would smile even if he was at a disadvantage in front of a girl he liked.

His only virtue was his honesty.

At this moment, he was thinking, "Who says I'm a bandit? This is the advantage of teasing a virtuous woman without being punished."

"Hey, what does Fat Master need?" The fat man responded cheerfully. Sometimes, his name had its advantages.

Wang Yi's face turned pale with anger. This was the result of talking to the fat man. Every conversation ended with her wanting to shoot the fat man.

However, Wang Yi's thoughts were just thoughts, but someone else took action for her.

"Fat man, if you dare to provoke Doctor Wang again, I'll shoot you!" The speaker was not Chen Gan, but a soldier standing there who had been staring at the fat man. This person was the best marksman in the entire division and was now a company commander. However, he was not in the independent regiment but was transferred by the political commissar from the main regiment for this mission.

"Zhao Laosan, how do you talk to me!" Without the fat man's intervention, Colonel Ma was already furious, pointing at the company commander named Zhao Laosan and asking sternly.

"Zhao Laosan, not to belittle you, but Liu Ge's one shot killed half a company of devils. Can you do that?" Xiao Li was the one who had been spreading the fat man's heroic deeds. Seeing someone dare to insult the fat man, he jumped in to respond.

"If I had that mirror-equipped gun, I could probably take out a whole company of devils!" Zhao Laosan and Yang Yun both came from hunting families and were very confident in their marksmanship.

The fat man found this disdain boring. He didn't bother to argue with such a shallow person, took out a cigarette, and sat down, lighting it and watching the argument.

"Don't show off. Can you hit twelve shots out of twenty with a submachine gun before a wooden basin hits the ground?" Lei Dabiao, who admired the fat man the most, had participated in the gun duel with the beauty. He knew better than anyone how fast and accurate the fat man's shooting was.

"Sure, let's see if you can hit a wooden basin and see how many shots you can hit." Xiao Li, who had also participated in the gun duel, joined in the taunting.

"Let's do it. If I hit more than twelve, what then?" Zhao Laosan had never played this game before. He was confident that as the best marksman in the division, he could achieve a higher score.

"Get a wooden basin!" Colonel Ma gritted his teeth. These people were showing off, with high self-esteem. This mission hadn't even started, and they were already bickering. The best marksman in the division was nothing. He had to teach these brats a lesson today, or he couldn't lead the team.

Jia Daode, who had been waiting impatiently, turned and ran to find a wooden basin. Someone had the nerve to provoke the fat man, so he would let them suffer.

Wang Yi watched the little brat wolf down his first biscuit, but her ears picked up the conversation. She suddenly asked the little brat, "Shitou, did the fat man trick you here?"

Since the little brat wasn't the fat man's child and was in a bandit camp, the situation seemed suspicious. Her conscience told her she needed to ask clearly. If the fat man had tricked him, it would be a big problem, and she would report it to the division headquarters. She had brought a radio with the team.

"I came with him." The little brat replied while eating the biscuit.

"You came with him? What about your parents?" Wang Yi was taken aback and asked.

"My parents, grandparents, they're all dead." The little brat stopped eating the biscuit, holding half of it in his hand, lowering his head. His big, watery eyes had tears, but they didn't form, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The fat man is a good person. He promised to teach me how to kill devils."

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