Under the leadership of Li Yunlong, Jia Xuanzhong led his troops to Li Yunlong's military camp.

After arriving here, everyone was stunned. Although it was in the city, it was actually an open space with almost no cover.

"This...Captain Li, there is no house, where do we live?"

Jia Xuanzhong turned to look at Li Yunlong, with a little dissatisfied in his tone.

However, Li Yunlong was not afraid of him, and said sarcastically: "Teacher Jia, Frost City is so big. Now the population of Frost City has already reached a saturation state. It is already very difficult for so many of you to come in."

"I still want to have a house to live in? Where are you going to let the people of Shuangcheng live?"

"But you..." Jia Xuanzhong tilted his head and looked at the military camp station next door of Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong said with a scoundrel: "When we came, the population of Shuangcheng was not as large as it is now, and the people were willing to provide us with houses."

"Why do you ask the people yourself and see if they are willing to give up their place to live?"

Jia Xuanzhong's face turned pale. Of course, he knew that the people of Northeast China had any objections to the National Army. Moreover, it was still at night, and most of the people had rested.

If they really dare to go at this time, they will definitely be driven out by splashing water.

In desperation, Jia Xuanzhong had no choice but to order the troops to station on the spot and start cooking.

But after all, they had limited food, so even after entering the city, they still ate porridge like boiled water.

"Drink this before entering the city, and drink this after entering the city. What's the difference between this and being outside!"

"Forget it, I'll deal with it for one night tonight. I believe the division commander and others will have a solution. Didn't Chief Tang give us military salary? Maybe we will be full tomorrow!"

Holding the porridge at the bottom of the bowl, all the soldiers of the National Army couldn't help but complain.

After all, who is a soldier, who is willing to fight on hungry?

At this moment, a soldier in the Kuomintang who lowered his head and drank porridge suddenly raised his head and sniffed it. His strange behavior instantly scared the soldiers next to him.

"What are you doing? Learning from a dog?"

"Don't talk!" the soldier interrupted, "You smell it, I really want to smell the meat."

Another soldier didn't believe in evil and began to sniff the air, and even his body stood up subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, the third and fourth, more and more people stood up and couldn't help but look at Li Yunlong and the others' camp.

The camps on both sides were only separated by a road, so a very strange scene appeared.

Everyone on Li Yunlong was eating steamed buns and drinking meat soup, while the Kuomintang army could only watch and saliva was almost flooding the road.

"Damn it, we are all in the army. Why is the Eighth Route Army steamed bun soup? We are just white soup with porridge?"

"Didn't you say that the Eighth Route Army is very poor? Why can they still have meat to eat?"

Many soldiers widened their eyes and couldn't help swallowing, but no one wanted to cross the dividing line of the road.

The monk held the steamed bun in one hand and the broth in the other. He walked to the border of the road with a humble smile and took a sip of the broth in front of all the national troops.

"This soup is such a wonderful thing. It's just right if it's salty or light!"

"Huh? Brothers of the National Army, why are you watching? You can't eat meat yet, right? No, no, right?"

Suddenly, the faces of the Kuomintang troops surrounding the road turned ugly.

"Damn it, it's so annoying. Don't stop me. I have to go up and beat this bald man to death today!"

"Brother, calm down. I know this person, you can't beat him."

Seeing this, the monk laughed a little: "Brothers of the National Army, I can't finish this meat. Whoever you want to eat, come and get it yourself!"

As he said that, the monk held up a bowl containing broth and stood there like a statue.

"I can't bear it anymore!" said a soldier in the National Army, and then unconsciously stretched forward.

The monk immediately said, "What are you doing? Who asked you to cross the dividing line? Go back!"

"Come here, the national army does not say that it is unethical, and we will rob our food!"

The monk's throat scared the Kuomintang troops and immediately retracted their pace, attracting Zhang Dabiao, Zhou Weiguo and others.

The two sides immediately confronted each other, and Zhang Dabiao looked at the national army fiercely.

"What? You are not honest before the bench is warm yet?"

The people of the Kuomintang immediately felt a little distressed and could only look at the monk fiercely one by one, and the monk just laughed a little.

Zhou Weiguo glanced at the monk with a squinted look, and had roughly guessed the whole story, but he did not intend to scold the monk for this trivial matter.

On the contrary, after being with Li Yunlong for a long time, Li Yunlong's character of protecting his baby subtly influenced him.

However, as a non-commissioned officer from Huangpu, he also knew the right position and would not deliberately make trouble like a monk at first glance.

"Brothers of the National Army, we are all Chinese, and Chinese people don't make things difficult for Chinese people."

"We are in the army, one is to defend our country, but to be able to eat enough. We are fighting the Japanese. What is the difference between the National Army and the Eighth Route Army?"

"As long as you are willing to join our Eighth Route Army, we have more broth and steamed buns here, so we can ensure that you can eat them until you don't want to eat them!"

Hearing Zhou Weiguo's words, many young soldiers of the National Army began to shake.

Zhou Weiguo was right. They were all Chinese and fought against the Japanese. Didn’t they join the National Army just to treat a national army better than the Eighth Route Army?

Now the National Army does not allow them to eat enough, but the Eighth Route Army can do it, so why bother to stay with the National Army and not leave?

And now they are in the territory of the Eighth Route Army. Even if they join the Eighth Route Army at this time, how can the people of the National Army do to them?

Their division commander defected from the Jinsui Army to the National Army. Now they defected from the National Army to the Eighth Route Army. What's the big deal?

At present, many soldiers of the national army were tempted and just one step was about to cross this boundary line.

Seeing this, the commanders of the National Army quickly shouted: "What are you doing? Why do you go here to do after dinner without resting?"

"If you can't sleep, get out of the way for training, so don't be embarrassed here again!"

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Kuomintang army could only turn around and leave reluctantly.

Before leaving, the monk did not forget to shout at the Guojun loudly: "Why are you leaving now? Are you not drinking the broth?"

"Okay!" Zhou Weiguo said angrily: "You kid don't be mean to be here, and you're not afraid that they will rush over and beat you up?"

The monk smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? They can't beat me?"

"Besides, I care about them too. After all, we are not a villain, aren't we?"

Everyone rolled their eyes, ignored the monk, and turned around and walked towards the military camp.

Not long after everyone left, several soldiers of the National Army crossed the dividing line and then came to Zhou Weiguo with a look of embarrassment.

Zhou Weiguo smiled and picked up two steamed buns and handed them to him...
Chapter completed!