Li Yunlong was still grieving the loss of an entire battalion. In the past, a battalion meant at most a thousand men. Now, a single battalion held nearly ten thousand; it would be a lie to say his heart didn’t ache.
On this day, Li Yunlong specifically invited Wang Diren over for a drink. Wang Diren, truly unaccustomed to Li's sweet potato moonshine, had brought along a bottle of Fenjiu. In addition to peanuts, Li Yunlong had prepared some braised, air-dried chicken. It has to be said, it tasted excellent; as the direct superior to Yang Xiuqin’s Locust Extermination Corps, he was never short of such provisions.
"You say that a war between Japan and the United States is inevitable sooner or later. That’s a major claim—is it really true? I’ve been thinking: if I knew this beforehand and didn’t report it to Headquarters, they’d surely give me fifty lashes. After the beating, I’d likely end up like Kong Jie—stripped of my rank entirely. What exactly is your situation?"
Chapter 75