"The Japanese 33rd Division employed flanking and infiltration tactics, occupying the north and south banks of the Pinqiang River with the strength of two regiments. Our Expeditionary Force fought many against few, pouring out heart and soul in a bloody battle, rescuing more than seven thousand allied British troops..."
The triumphant broadcast gave the soldiers in the tiny county town of Zenda some confidence.
Whether it encouraged the people outside was unclear, but in the little courtyard of routed soldiers at the shelter station, only A Yi seemed inspired.
"Brothers, our army is on the verge of a great victory!"
Just like in the original drama, A Yi spoke clumsily, hoping to give the cannon fodder some strength, while also hoping to gain some respect and a little say among them—something worthy of his lofty rank as a major.
Yet his hopes were ultimately impossible to fulfill. The cannon fodder lay scattered lazily around the courtyard, and no one paid him any attention.
In the end, pork and cabbage stew with vermicelli worked better than any speech. Just hearing the name of the dish made everyone swallow their saliva.
So they split up to gather ingredients and seasonings.
"Lord Wang, Veterinarian, what do you two elders think?" Fan La asked, stretching out his legs.
"I've still got a little oil," Veterinarian said.
"You've been skimming—"
"Skimming what? I saved it bit by bit. The patients don't get any grease in their food. What else could I do?" Veterinarian defended himself before getting up and leaving.
"I can walk now, right, Lord Wang?" Fan La asked, looking at Wang Yan.
Ever since Bu La's little spectacle last time, everyone had taken to teasingly calling Wang Yan Lord Wang. First, Wang Yan was reasonable, and everyone respected that. Second, he could