Chapter 5: A shelter filled with laughter
"Master, this meal of yours cannot be prepared without a hundred dollars."

"Just because of this meal, you will definitely be able to recruit a lot of soldiers today." Meng Fanle said as he placed the dishes and chopsticks.

"Besides, why are you going to the shelter? It's full of old soldiers. Any officer with a promising future wouldn't come here to recruit soldiers."

"They are all a bunch of grass eaters. Your meal will be enough for them to savor for a long time."

Meng Fanle is like Tang Monk, chattering on and on, and the overall tone is that he doesn't understand.

Why are you here to recruit cannon fodder?

Or does he want to form a cannon fodder group?
However, judging from the American weapons and equipment behind him, he doesn't seem to be a person without background.

"What? Do you look down on yourself so much? Do you always feel like you're cannon fodder?" Cun Yunsheng asked instead of answering.

"Isn't it?" Meng Fan looked puzzled. There were so many soldiers on the ground, but which one of them looked like a soldier?
Even he himself was limping, and the kitchen staff might not even want a soldier like him.

"Really? Why do I feel that you are still worth reforming?" The smile on Cun Yunsheng's face still did not disappear. He looked at Meng Fanle and glanced at the people behind him.

"In my eyes, you are not hopeless."

"Also, do you still want to treat your leg?"

"If you don't get treatment, you'll be completely crippled."

As a time traveler, a golden finger is a must, so Cun Yunsheng naturally has one as well.

But his golden finger is a little different, that is cutting down trees.

That's right, you can get different rewards by chopping down a tree once a day.

There are weapons, medicines, oceans, gold and so on.

Not only that, as your military rank increases, the explosion rate increases and the number of times you cut down trees will also increase.

Now his rank is corporal (specifically the Gold Finger rank), and he can only chop once a day.

Military rank promotion was calculated based on the number of Japanese soldiers killed.

In other words, if he wanted to be promoted in rank, he could only do so by killing Japanese troops.

This was one of the important reasons why he took the initiative to volunteer to go to Burma to fight against Japan.

In addition, the original body promised his subordinates that he would avenge them.

And now the magic weapon he is going to use to treat Meng Fanle is penicillin, commonly known as penicillin.

The emergence of this thing is epoch-making and can be said to have greatly reduced the casualty rate of soldiers.

"Is it sulfa?" Meng Fanle's expression remained the same, without any change.

But there was a hint of desire in his eyes, which was still caught by Cun Yunsheng.

After all, no one wants to be a cripple.

As for why he seemed so calm, it was because this medicine was nothing to the person in front of him.

"No, have you heard of penicillin?" Cun Yunsheng shook his head, his tone flat. He wanted to see what expression Meng Fanle would have.

Sure enough, when he heard the word penicillin, his face suddenly changed.

The birth of this miracle drug naturally attracted worldwide attention.

Meng Fanle just happened to know this, so he was particularly eager to have this magic medicine to cure his leg.

Unfortunately, it was more valuable than gold, and he really couldn't afford it with the money he had on him.

Being able to afford sulfa drugs means he has tried every possible means.

Now when I hear about penicillin, I am naturally very excited.

"Really? Commander, please don't lie to me."

"I am a person who can't remember anything else but grudges. If you deceive me, who knows what I will do." Meng Fanle looked at Cun Yunsheng in front of him with a somewhat unfriendly tone.

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng still didn't care, but took a bite of the pork stewed with vermicelli that had just been served.

"It's a little bland, Old Xue, don't be reluctant to add salt, and add some soy sauce. It has no taste at all." Cun Yunsheng did not answer Meng Fanle, but turned to look at Xue Tian who was giving orders next to him, and said dissatisfiedly.

"And put your lard in there too. Don't be so petty. The young master will make up for it for you later."

"Yes, young master." Xue Tian responded helplessly, then took out a handful of soy sauce, lard and salt and sprinkled it on.

"Enough, enough, too much, too much." Snake Butt said with heartache as he watched spoonful of pork being put in.

"This much lard will last us for a long time. It's such a waste."

Unfortunately, Xue Tiandang was deaf and continued to do as he pleased.

"Holding a grudge? What? You still want to beat me up? How are you going to repay me by curing your leg?" Cun Yunsheng ate another piece of pork, nodded with satisfaction, and then continued.

Hearing this, Meng Fan looked like he was ready to go and immediately patted his chest to express his opinion.

"Master, as long as you can heal my leg, from now on, if you say east, I will never go west."

"Whoever dares to object, I will be the first to do it for you."

Looking at the other person's loyal look, Cun Yunsheng chuckled.

"Not bad, not bad. You look a bit like a lackey. It just so happens that I am in need of a signalman. From today on, no, from now on, you are my signalman. You must be within three meters of me."

"It would be best if I could slap you with one slap."

"What do you think? This condition is not too harsh, right?"

Hearing this, Meng Fan was confused. He was a lieutenant after all, but he had to be a communications soldier?
And it's at a distance that can be reached with ease.

"Think about it carefully. If you can do it, I will keep your leg. If you can't do it, you will just be a cripple."

Cun Yunsheng's words completely shattered the only bit of dignity in Meng Fanle's heart.

"I agreed."

"Come on, salute, let me see."

"Yes, Commander, Lieutenant Meng Fan reports to you."

"From now on, I will be your signalman. If you say east, I will never go west."

"Within three meters, there must be my figure."

"If you don't believe it, you can try." Meng Fanle tried hard to support his body, stood at attention and saluted in a not-so-standard military manner.

"Then give it a try." Cun Yunsheng stretched out his hand, scaring Meng Fan so much that he stepped back. He didn't expect that the commander in front of him would actually do it for real.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Seeing Meng Fanle stepping back, many people laughed.

"Laugh at your uncle."

Even though Meng Fanle suffered a setback in front of Cun Yunsheng, he was never afraid when facing other cannon fodders.

"Oh, that's annoying. Just because you're a signalman, you feel so proud of yourself." Snake Butt's mouth was also unforgiving.

"That's right. I'll have to trouble Signalman Meng to take care of me in the future." Bu La also agreed.

"It's annoying. You're just a son of a bitch. You turn hostile at the drop of a hat." The veterinarian also said with contempt.

For a moment, the entire shelter was filled with laughter.

But more people just lowered their heads and ate voraciously.

Some people even find chopsticks too troublesome and just eat with their hands.

God knows how long it has been since they had such a big meal.

The fragrance of the air drifted farther and farther, and more and more defeated soldiers rushed towards the shelter.

Only Cun Yunsheng's eyes flashed with a hint of inexplicable emotion.

(End of this chapter)