C34 Thousand years old ginseng root

The young nurse solemnly nodded her head. Her small head kept nodding, as if she had received a top-secret military order.

When Li Boyang finished his order, he saw that the nurse didn't move for a long time. He frowned and said, "Go on."

The young nurse suddenly understood. She shyly glanced at Li Boyang and felt that this officer's tone was that of a soldier. She turned around and ran out of the hospital like a little deer that had just jumped off the bed.

The one in charge of the 3rd Battalion was Lan Yundong. As He Yingqin had not come into contact with the special forces division to 3rd Battalion before the battle, and as the various companies were short of officers, he was the only one in charge of the highest ranking in the 3rd Battalion.

Lan Yundong had just gone to the captivity camp to collect the captives of over five hundred people. These captives would be added to the 3rd Battalion, the special task force, and the investigation team. He Yingqin knew that the casualties in 3rd Battalion were great, and the first person he called over was 3rd Battalion. Lan Yundong unceremoniously picked all the good seedlings that were inside.

When he brought back the captives, the first thing he wanted to do was clean up the battlefield. The corpses that littered the fields indicated that the soldiers' corpses were found and kept, while Lin Hu's corpse could only be hastily dug and buried.

Yu Jishi and Yu Haibin's mission was to lead the 3rd Battalion's soldiers to collect the firearms and ammunition that they left behind on the battlefield. After this battle, the 3rd Battalion had captured more than 700 guns, of which there were more than 400 rifled rifles, three Maxine's heavy machine gun s, more than 10 light machine guns, tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition, and 13 war horses.

The smoke slowly rose, and only two old veterans were left in the cookhouse. One was the old class monitor, Wang Shengli, and the other was a new recruit who had just been replenished with fresh water. These two had suffered a great loss of life, and at the last moment, the two groups who had rushed up to them had saved their lives.

Wang Shengli was already over forty years old, without any children, children or wives. Earlier, he had been living in the Green Battalion during the Qing Dynasty, eating military rations, and later, when the Revolution of 1911 began, he started it along with his superiors. After that, the Beiyang fought their way over to Lu Yongxiang's side and after that, they lost to him in the war, and he was recruited by the military academy.

Wang Shengli was smoking a cigarette in his mouth. He only had three silver coins in his pocket right now, and was constantly directing the new recruits that were cutting vegetables and cooking. He pointed that out, and then scolded them again.

"Wang Goudan, our brothers have been hungry for the whole day. When can you cook?" Lan Yundong looked around the camp, and in the end, followed the smell of the food and arrived at the cookhouse.

Wang Shengli trembled when he heard the words "Goudan". He immediately turned around and bowed towards Lan Yundong, begging for mercy in a low voice, "Brother Lan, I am also of the class monitor, you call me Goudan. How can I bring a new recruit when it's heard about it?"

Lan Yundong rubbed his nose and said awkwardly: "You old brat, you are so particular about food. How is it going?"

Wang Shengli blew two mouthfuls of smoke, and the moment he mentioned the old trade, he immediately became spirited: "There are two fat sheep sent from the top and they are currently simmering in the stew, you can't be anxious about this meal, it's a pity that this is a good thing, wait a bit, once the stew is done, I will naturally get Xiao Liuzi to notify you."

Since Xiao Liuzi was a new recruit working at the stove at the side, he did not enlist in the army for too long. Compared to the new captives that were just added today, he could be considered a veteran of the 3rd Battalion.

"Hold on tight, I'm starving." Lan Yundong rubbed his stomach, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he remembered something. "Old Wang, the Battalion Commander is injured and at the hospital, you need to make some food to supplement the Battalion Commander."

Wang Shengli gouged out Lan Yundong and snorted: "Don't worry, I had the soldiers buy an old hen from the village long ago, it's almost done. I'll send it over to the Battalion Commander later."

Lan Yundong grinned, he pointed at Wang Shengli and said, "Old Wang, why are you so cunning."

Wang Shengli laughed. He took a deep breath and glanced at Lan Yundong: "Do you think I'm not free? If it wasn't for the Battalion Commander giving me a name, I would have been so lazy to cook it for him."

Lan Yundong rolled his eyes, and laughed: "Old Wang, come and discuss something."

Wang Shengli looked at Lan Yundong who was standing in front of him like a weasel paying his respects to the chicken. He shrank his body in alarm and said: "If you have something to say, then say it, or fart."

Leading the army, especially repelled by the rank of officers and common soldiers that had prevailed in the old warlords, Lee demanded that the officers carry forward the spirit of Whampoa, treat the soldiers as brothers, not as oppressors, win the respect of the soldiers with practical actions, and try to bridge the gap between the officers so that, in battle, the soldiers would fight for their superiors with all their might.

As a result, although Wang Shengli was only the leader of the cookhouse, he was able to scold Lan Yundong as the Company Commander. Lan Yundong was not angry, he went closer to Wang Shengli and said: "Old Wang Head, since you don't have much people in the cookhouse, you need to bring the troops out as soon as possible and pass the matter to me. Don't worry, I won't forget to give you a few words of advice when I'm in front of the Battalion Commander.

Old Wang Shengli blew out a smoke ring as he sized Lan Yundong up from head to toe. He rolled his eyes and said, "No way, Company Commander Lan, if you're interested, you can pick some wild fruits for our Battalion Commander. It would be better than having the wind blow on me."

Lan Yundong said vexedly: "It's dark, where am I supposed to go to buy things?"

The corner of Wang Shengli's mouth twitched, and revealed a fox-like smile: "If you want to buy it, I actually have some good stuff here, but …"

"But what?" Lan Yundong really wanted to do something to help Li Boyang who was on the sickbed. He was Li Boyang's classmate, and also a subordinate in the army.

Wang Shengli set his gaze on the spear in Lan Yundong's belt, his eyes blazing: "However, you have to use it to exchange."

Lan Yundong's eyes were wide opened as he looked at Wang Shengli staring at the new handgun he had seized today. He was so angry that he started laughing, "Wang Goudan, you old brat, you have good eyes. "Ask around and find out how many of us can use these kinds of guns. What good stuff do you have that can even be compared to a treasure like me?"

Wang Shengli immediately turned hostile upon hearing Lan Yundong calling him crude again, he stopped smoking as he pulled out something wrapped in red cloth from his bosom. He said with a red face and ears, "Let me tell you, big bloke Lan, your spear arts truly cannot compare to this daddy's treasures."

The Blue Movement suspiciously looked at the tightly wrapped red cloth. He was not sure what it was, so he asked, "Oh, my Spitfire Shuttle can be sold for 50 yuan in Guangzhou. What treasure is this, worth fifty yuan? "

Wang Shengli scoffed, he looked at the Wang Tuo with disdain, and the old deity said: "Fifty ocean dollars, I'm not selling, I want to sell this number."

As he said that, Wang Shengli extended three of his fingers out, and gestured in front of Lan Yundong.

Lan Yundong probed: "Three hundred?"

Wang Shengli rolled his eyes as he continued to guess: "Three thousand? Stop bragging, you still want to work as a soldier here? "

"Bullshit!"

Wang Shengli panicked when he heard this. He took out the food wrapped in a red cloth from his bosom and carefully removed the red cloth layer by layer. Finally, he revealed a piece of ginseng as thick as a thumb that was wrapped in red rope.

Lan Yundong blinked his eyes. Ginseng was a good thing, but he could not figure out how precious this thumb sized ginseng was. He asked Wang Shengli: "This ginseng, can it be worth 3000 ocean dollars?"

"Only a lot!"

After letting Lan Yundong have a look, Wang Shengli then precious wrapped up the ginseng and stuffed it into his pocket.

"But this Battalion Commander doesn't need it either."

Wang Shengli's eyes became misty, as if he was thinking of the past. After being stunned for a long while, he then said: "Young one, what do you know, this ginseng must be at least a thousand years old, and this was something that I snatched from a big family when I was a Queue length under Marshal Lu. Let me tell you, is it a treasure or not, that it can hang my life?"

"Suspense?" Lan Yundong was a little tempted when he heard his explanation.

Wang Shengli stubbornly held onto his neck and said, "I'm trying to coax you to be raised by your grandson."

Lan Yundong calculated in his heart, although this spear mark was good, it was worlds apart compared to this ginseng that could hang his life. Moreover, he still had the chance to seize it in the upcoming battle. He immediately said, "Well, I'll believe you for a while, Old Head Wang. This gun and plank are yours."

Saying that, he took out a gun from his waist and handed it over to Wang Shengli.

Wang Shengli's eyes were burning with desire as he looked at the spear's mark, but he did not receive it: "Where's the bullet?"

Lan Yundong laughed as he looked at Wang Shengli. This old delinquent was truly a sly man, he could not eat any losses, and immediately said: "I only have two magazine with me, I'll give them to you together. After I get the guards to bring you the bullets, take fifty of them.

Wang Shengli finally revealed a smile as he laughed and took over the spear badge and the two magazine s, and imposingly placed them on his belt. After walking a few steps, he immediately felt that his spirit was different, and took out a ginseng from his chest and handed it over to Lan Yundong, giving him an order: "Big Blue, this ginseng is not something that the Battalion Commander can use.

Lan Yundong glanced at Wang Shengli and said: "I know, it's useless."

The two of them exchanged treasures in satisfaction. Just as Lan Yundong was about to go to the military hospital to present his treasure, he heard Yu Jishi calling him from afar.

"What's wrong?" He looked towards the voice and saw Yu Jishi, who was limping led a girl dressed in a white nurse's uniform, walking towards him. The sky was dark, and he could not see the girl's face clearly.

Yu Jishi said: "This lady has brought an order from the Battalion Commander for you to report to the military hospital."

Hearing that, Lan Yundong immediately became happy, and said: "Battalion Commander, God, I just had a treasure with Old Wang, I want to go see him."

Yu Jishi glanced at it, staring at the red cloth in Lan Yundong's hand, he asked curiously: "What treasure are you holding?"

Lan Yundong giggled, he opened the red cloth as if he was offering a treasure, revealing a piece of Ginseng, he said proudly: "Thousand Year Old Ginseng!"