Chapter 98

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"Ah! No way!"

Chen Gan's eyes narrowed, and Colonel Ma's words left him speechless. Although he was well aware of the unpredictable tactics of the fat man, he never imagined that this fat man would actually use artillery to bombard them.

"Why not? Think carefully about everything that has happened. Why did he give us a trench diagram that can defend against lightning and artillery..." Colonel Ma reminded Chen Gan. He knew this fat man who would do anything, and it wasn't just about using artillery to bombard him, the fat man even dared to claim he could deal with the division commander. What else wouldn't this fat man do?

Chen Gan looked at the 92mm infantry gun in front of the loft, then at the diagram in his hand, then at the Japanese hand grenade on the table, and finally recalled the fat man's words. He finally realized that what Colonel Ma said was absolutely correct. This vicious fat man really intended to bombard them with artillery.

"Would this bandit leader dare to fire on our Eighth Route Army? I don't believe it. Come and try it!" Zhao Lao San was always the first to speak out, never understanding the fat man's modern thinking. He pulled out his pistol, ready to show his bravery. After all, they couldn't appear weak in front of the fat man.

"Old Zhao, don't be impulsive. Have you forgotten what the political commissar said before we left?" Chen Gan sighed inwardly. When he specifically asked Zhao Lao San to come, he really found himself a pig-like teammate. Now it was too late to regret it.

"Commissar..." Hearing Chen Gan's words, Zhao Lao San wilted, feeling indignant. Why did the commissar trust this fat man and actually ask them, the Eighth Route Army, to humbly learn from this fat bandit?

Zhao Lao San was puzzled and frustrated. How could the Eighth Route Army, a prestigious army, listen to a fat bandit? What for!

"Since the brother asked us to dig this trench, it will protect us from any harm. If you want to survive, start digging quickly. Don't waste time, get to work, and dig the anti-artillery trench with me!" Colonel Ma gave the order. He didn't want to withdraw from this mission and didn't want to be blown to pieces by the fat man's artillery. The purpose of giving them this trench diagram was to tell them that following the fat man's requirements would prevent them from being bombarded.

Seeing Colonel Ma take a shovel to dig the trench, Houzi, Xiao Li, and Lei Dabiao followed. After hearing Colonel Ma's words, they were also nervous. This fat man was really ruthless, willing to go to such lengths!

Chen Gan sighed, picked up a tool, and followed. Then came Song Ming and the driver, and finally, Zhao Lao San, who was clearly unwilling.

The fat man, lying in a rocking chair, saw the eight people start digging the trench through his binoculars. A smirk appeared on his face, thinking, "They are still obedient and have some sense."

Before the mission, if these guys didn't respect him, there could be unexpected situations due to command issues during the mission.

"Ah..." The fat man looked at his flabby body, feeling a bit depressed. Tomorrow's training would be tough, as he had to personally demonstrate. This flabby body was a burden, so the idea of losing weight popped up in his mind again...

The sun in late summer was scorching. Although it was only ten in the morning, the temperature was already high. The bandits doing push-ups were drenched in sweat, with only Sai Laohu and Yang Yun managing to complete them. The rest were all exhausted, lying like dead dogs. However, without the fat man's permission, they had to continue under the scorching sun until they finished a thousand push-ups.

"Boss... Boss, can't you plead for mercy? I have no strength left!" Jia Daode, bare-chested, lay on the grass, unable to support his body. He shouted to Sai Laohu, who was cooling off in the shade.

"Shut up! Are you trying to cause trouble? Want me to go and provoke that living hell? Dream on! Hurry up and do it!" Sai Laohu, also bare-chested, wiped the sweat from his face and rolled his eyes at Jia Daode.

He had heard the conversation between Colonel Ma and Chen Gan clearly. This fat man was really daring enough to use artillery on the Eighth Route Army. The fat man's punishment of making the brothers do a thousand push-ups in the scorching sun was actually a favor. If they provoked the fat man, they might end up being bombarded by the Japanese artillery, which could turn them into minced meat. Sai Laohu was terrified and dared not provoke the fat man on Jia Daode's behalf.

On the other side, Colonel Ma and his team, who were digging the trench, secretly rejoiced, thinking that digging the trench was much more comfortable than being exhausted like dead dogs.

"Damn, I can't even stand steady. The slope is tilted. I'll flatten it. How can I dig the second layer otherwise!" Zhao Lao San complained while digging. He was strong and still had the energy to complain about the anti-lightning slope of the first layer of the trench.

"Old... Old Zhao, do you want to die? Dig according to the requirements!" Chen Gan stopped digging, resting for a moment, and sighed, looking at Zhao Lao San with annoyance. Was this guy sent by God to annoy him?

Zhao Lao San rolled his eyes and remained silent, but he had his own thoughts. He didn't say anything but started to flatten the anti-lightning slope of the first layer with his shovel.

"Don't waste time, dig quickly. If the shells come and the trench isn't finished, none of you will escape!" Colonel Ma was truly impressed by Zhao Lao San. Everyone was sweating and exhausted under the scorching sun, but this guy still had the energy to make sarcastic remarks.

"Zhao... Zhao Lao San, if you have the guts, don't dig. Our trench won't let you in, right? Lei Da?" Xiao Li stopped digging to rest, looking at Zhao Lao San and couldn't help but mock him.

"Right... right." Lei Da worked hard, digging the trench exactly as the fat man's diagram showed. He blindly followed the fat man, believing that listening to the fat man was the right thing to do.

"Who cares!" Zhao Lao San grunted, continuing to flatten the anti-lightning slope of the first layer and started digging the second layer.

The fat man, of course, couldn't hear these conversations, and he didn't want to. He wanted results.

Estimating that the time was about right, the fat man got up from the rocking chair, put on a large straw hat, and held a fan in one hand, fanning himself as he walked over to Colonel Zhang and his team to check on their trench.

The fastest digger among them was Zhao Lao San, who had a good physique. He had already completed his part of the trench and was cooling off under a tree. Colonel Ma and his team were finishing up, tamping down the soil they had dug out.

Since Zhao Lao San was the first to finish, the fat man naturally checked his trench first. It was pretty good, and having strength was indeed an advantage. However, the first layer of the trench was not dug at the required angle. The fat man's lips curled into a sly smile, thinking, "Not following the fat man's rules, you'll be in trouble soon."

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