My Captain, My Team Chapter 18???? For the people at the reception station, today was still too early. People like me were still sleeping in the cramped space under the porch, while people like MieLong and his recliner occupied a cooler and more secluded space.

  Zhang Lixian and Li Bing rushed in, shouting "Assemble! Assemble!" like a slaughter of pigs to this lazy world.

  We got up, dazed and confused, even more so because of this long-forgotten command. We just got up and huddled together in a heap, without making any effort to assemble. In fact, it was futile for us to try, given our diverse backgrounds.

  Yu Xiaoqing walked in, like a walking stick, Zhang Lixian and his gang were surrounding him with knives. He looked at us, he was not satisfied, but he wouldn't show his dissatisfaction.

  "My surname is Yu! My name is Xiaoqing! My superior told me that if I go to Burma to fight, he will give me a fully equipped reinforced regiment! I said heartedly - why?"

  He swept his gaze over us, and we lowered our heads. He even glanced at the bewildered dragon outside the circle of people, who was fanning itself unnecessarily in the not-so-high temperature, and froze when it was swept into view - Yu Xiaoqing's eyes were like gunpoints.

  "Because what I want is my troop! My sworn brothers, when you mention the three words 'Yu Xiaoqing', I think of my troop leader! When I mention my sworn brothers, I think of my troop! —— My superior is angry, he says that's the Sichuan Army Troop for you! He knows it, and I know it too, the Sichuan Army Troop is a troop that has already been wiped out! I said okay, I want the Sichuan Army Troop, because the Sichuan Army Troop fought very bravely against the Japanese! Someone in the Sichuan Army Troop once said, as long as there's still one Sichuan man left, the Sichuan Army Troop won't be completely gone! I'm a Hunanese! I'm a Hunanese who admires the Sichuan Army Troop to death!"

  I walked like a sleepwalker, my face didn't show any excitement or fervor, but I knew without looking back that many people were boiling over. The remnants of the Sichuan army would definitely be in an uproar, and it was hard to guarantee that the Hunanese wouldn't get angry too. Ah Yi's face must be bright red right now. Yu Xiaoqing was like a bullet shot straight into my brain, without even using humble words like "I'm beneath you" or "brother", every single one of his "I"s sounded like they were blasted out with gunpowder.

  Not spicy but very proud to squeeze eyes, "Hunan skin itching."

  "Is it unbearable?!"

  Yu Xiaoqing didn't even look at him and shouted: "He Shuguang!"

  We found that He Shuguang was not only a guard, but also a walking scabbard. Yu Xiaoqing pulled out the knife on his back, an extremely sharp and broad blade with a long handle and flat head, extending from the hilt to the tip of the blade, which looked like it could cut a horse in half. Yu Xiaoqing swung the knife in his hand, "This is the knife I forged myself when I was 20 years old, I've been using it to kill people all along. The Japanese used bayonets to stab us, we used knives to chop them. But this time you don't need to chop, you have something better."

  He Shuguang was still a moving gun rack, Yu Xiaoqing returned the knife to him and removed the Thompson from his back. Yu Xiaoqing's marksmanship was quite skilled, but I think he did it on purpose, letting an entire magazine of bullets pour onto the roof of the house just a few meters above the dragon's head. This can't be blamed on him, as the dragon that refused to gather in a heap had really found itself a very conspicuous position.

  Shattered bricks and tiles fell from the eaves, Mi Long crossed his arms to protect his head and face. For a moment, we thought Mi Long would be crushed to death, but after the dust settled, Mi Long and his recliner were still in the rubble pile. The most impressive thing was that Mi Long brushed off the dust and debris on his arm, completely ignoring the blood stains that had been smashed out - he remained lying down.

  Yu Xiaoqing and Mí Lóng exchanged a brief glance, like the tip of a gun pointing at a sleeping lion. I was almost certain that Yu Xiaoqing was looking at this matter with approval - then he threw the gun back to Zhang Lixian, never looking at Mí Lóng again.

  Yu Xiaoqing thinks it's necessary to explain what that thing is, "Thompson submachine gun, .45 caliber bullets can kill a horse. It's yours once you've gone." - Li Bing.

  Li Bing handed over the semi-formal rifle on his back to him, Yu Xiaoqing pulled the bolt and fired several rapid single shots, and a tile in the neighboring yard exploded several times.

  "The Type 79 rifle is more accurate than the Type 38. Yours truly, Zhang Lixian."

  Zhang Lixian was holding a B26 Czech-style rifle, Yu Xiaoqing took it and fired an entire clip, we dodged, the brick wall of the courtyard was gnawed away at one corner.

  "Czech-style light machine gun, the Japanese crooked handle is no match for it. Yours... Browning heavy machine gun, air-cooled, too heavy to carry, yours. Tanks, anti-aircraft guns, trench mortars, howitzers, mountain guns, yours."

  He stretched out one hand, and Yu Zhi knew what he wanted - Yu Zhi pulled out a mortar shell, and Yu Xiaoqing weighed it in his hand like a toy. "Were you badly hurt by the little Japanese cannon? The American 60mm mortar is more ruthless, more accurate, and farther-reaching than theirs." He tossed the shell back to Yu Zhi, watching as they threw the shells around like stones, making us worry and envy at the same time. "We have enough guns and cannons, enough food and clothing, three meals a day, field hospitals, American doctors and medicine, American planes for transportation, military pay, and money to be sent after death. The most important thing is that there are devils to kill."

  He stared at us, I was trembling, actually it wasn't me who was trembling, but the Not Spicy beside me was trembling, and I was affected by him. The worshiped, admired, and intimidated ones, every gaze around me was radiating such information, Yu Xiaoqing in front of me looked at us, the elite behind him were like sculptures, the dragon lay motionless under the eaves behind them, I didn't know what he was thinking.

  To many of us, he is a god with the magical power to turn a lump of mud into a javelin. I watched him, watching the phoenix flying above the flock of chickens, making them no longer content with reality, but in the end, the chickens still have to peck at food in the mud. He made me shudder, but after the shuddering, I didn't feel like I had gained a soul.

  "For Yu Xiaoqing, what he wanted to say is almost over. Before the expedition, he still had a lot of things to do. "I am Yu Xiaoqing, 30 years old, from Hunan Province. My fellow brothers who came with me must remember that the warrior I most admire in my life is Yue Fei, and the literary man I most admire is Qu Yuan. If I were contemporaries with Qu Yuan, I would fight to the death for him, and never go to throw myself into the Miluo River. - My words are over. Those who want to come should participate in the physical examination immediately. We are the Sichuan Army Corps, priority is given to Sichuan soldiers, those who have been educated are prioritized, and those who have fought battles are prioritized. See you on the front line."

  "Got it! Heard that? Hunan donkey."

  He was very indignant and said, "In these times, even Hunanese are growing their skin in the opposite direction!"

  Yu Xiaoqing left without warning, his elite followers leaving with him, leaving behind Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang.

  Zhang Lixian could hardly conceal his disdain for us, "Line up for inspection! Line up for inspection!" But the vast majority of us almost immediately sat back down.

  Kang Ya had not yet recovered from the shock of just now, "My god." She Bi Gun rubbed his own knife handle and said: "I want to go, I want to go." Bu La changed his tone, as if he hadn't scolded Yu Xiaoqing earlier, "Hunan people are still Hunan people!" A Yi had a look of admiration, "Who cares where he's from, as long as he can lead us to victory."

  He Shuguang shouted: "Form ranks! You leftovers, do you know what it means to form ranks?"

  The dragon finally jumped up at this time, as if it had shaken off the brick dust and debris from its body.

  "What kind of bastard is this?!"

  We began to line up in the attic, I was standing in a team of seven or eight teams. I took off my left shoe and threw it away while no one was looking.

  "Doctor! Doctor! Who is a doctor?"

  Hao squeezed out of the ugly queue and replied: "I am a doctor."

  I squeezed beside Dr. Hao's body, "I am a doctor."

  Under the astonished gaze of everyone, I exchanged glances with Hao Shouyi, who was hesitating, but I stared at him. The old man stammered for a long time: "...He is my assistant."

  He Shuguang pointed to several tables that had been pushed together, "Go check quickly!"

  I followed Hao Shouyi over there, but was stopped by Zhang Lixian, "What's wrong with your foot?" I let him see my bare left foot, "Missing a shoe, the ground is uneven."

  "How about shoes?"

  "I'd rather be held by a dead man and buried together," I said.

  Zhang Lixian is indeed better at coaxing than Zenda Ren, "Got it."

  I controlled myself to limp rather than drag myself towards those few tables, on which were spread out a very limited number of diagnostic tools. "Line up! Examination! Examination!" I shouted louder than Dr. Hao.

  The snake's butt stared at me in surprise, "This works too?"

  I pinned him down on the table, poked him with a stethoscope, and casually pinched him, "Shut up."

  Kang Ya squeezed behind me and scratched his ribs, "I'm annoyed, turn around and write 'no face' three words on it, and stick it on the headboard to see."

  "Do you have a bed or not? Are you familiar with it after sticking to me? If I replace 'face' with 'butt', can you tell the difference, that's an extra word, if I replace it with 'hip' can you recognize it?" I hit back at his hand that was scratching me.

  Hao Shouyi was facing me with a bitter smile, "Alright, alright, you win. But can I have my stethoscope back? You can't use it as a dagger, can you?"

  He's right, Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang didn't care about us at all. To be honest, they tried to stay away from us as much as possible, while I was constantly poking the snake's butt with the metal edge of my stethoscope until it was in agony.

  I returned the stethoscope to Dr. Hao and picked up a piece of chalk to mark the passed goods with a tick on their bodies. The idiots suppressed their laughter and said nothing more, watching me draw ticks on the snake's buttocks. When I turned around, I bumped into A Yi, who was the only one who didn't suppress his laughter, and his serious face had a greater destructive power than others' sarcastic smiles.

  "Finally, I know what you're doing. You've finally done something that touches me," he said sincerely to me.

  I was stunned for a few seconds, then I pinned him down on the desktop, pressing his very flat stomach with all my might, making him laugh so hard that he cried.

  "Are you all looking for a beating?!" He stood up and never sat down, with his hands on his hips glaring at us to death, and we all knew that what he shouted was a very serious provocative phrase in the Northeast - as if he alone was challenging all of us.

  But what's the point now? The words "crazy" and "his brain was smashed by a toilet" were quietly spreading among us, Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang also heard it clearly, so they treated him as a madman and didn't take him seriously anymore.

  The dragon stared sullenly at the sky.