Los Angeles defector

Establishing the Ninth Platoon

In order to settle the matter and keep the peace, the Independent Battalion finally made a decision.

Due to severe shortage of personnel, the original Ninth Platoon of the Independent Battalion could not continue to use the Ninth Platoon designation.

However, considering the heroic sacrifices of the Ninth Platoon and the persistence of Sandy Sniffles, a portion of the structure was retained and reorganized into the Ninth Squad.

Sandy Sniffles was temporarily appointed as the squad leader, under the direct jurisdiction of the battalion headquarters.

Although Sandy Sniffles felt reluctant in her heart, the battalion had already compromised, giving the Ninth Platoon a glimmer of hope for a comeback.

he had no choice but to accept it.

Jason officially became a soldier in the Independent Battalion and joined the Ninth Squad.

However, what was most surprising was that the roster of the Ninth Squad also included another name, "Emily," causing a stir throughout the entire battalion.

This is David Ding's plan to kill three birds with one stone.

Firstly, Sandy Sniffles doesn't need to struggle anymore.

Secondly, since Jason was originally a deserter from the government army, placing him in the Ninth Squad provides a transitional period for him to gradually adapt to the rhythm and environment of the resistance army, subtly transforming his consciousness.

Thirdly, since Emily is destined to stay with the Independent Battalion, she can no longer roam around like a wild horse all day, as she might eventually reveal secrets.

Putting a tight leash on her is the only way to ease our minds.

Upon hearing this order, Jason remained calm and unruffled, as he had already anticipated this outcome.

His primary concern now is, "Where is my woman?" Emily was the most excited.

Since the sacrifice of her parents, her mischievous big eyes, for the first time, became clear, gradually filling up with crystal-like tears that flowed like a cheerful little stream.

Choking up, she lifted her tender face towards the battalion leader and the chief of staff, offering a childish yet sincere military salute, which she held for a long time without letting go.

As the news spread, the Independent Battalion immediately erupted in excitement.

The focus was not on the Ninth Platoon, but on Emily.

"What did you say? Emily has become a resistance fighter? How.

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how did the battalion leader and the chief of staff think of this? She's just a twelve-year-old child.

" "A child? If we talk about seniority in our battalion, Uncle Bull is first, followed by the battalion leader and the chief of staff.

After them, it's Emily.

While we were farming at home, Emily was already in the army.

Don't underestimate her.

" "The battalion leader and the chief of staff are wise.

That stubborn girl should have been restrained long ago, she causes too much trouble.

" "Stop arguing.

Now that the little girl has become a soldier, this is a big deal.

Let's quickly talk to the company commander and figure out how to show our support.

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" The grandmothers in the village made two pairs of thick cloth shoes for Emily, the women in the village hastily sewed a petite military uniform for her, the Third Platoon tailored a delicate little leather belt for her, the Second Platoon presented her with a newly confiscated military water bottle, the First Platoon gave her an American canvas messenger bag, the chief of staff gave her a pencil, Uncle Bull specially made her a bowl of longevity noodles, and after much contemplation, the battalion leader gave her a hand grenade.

The Ninth Platoon was officially established, and the first platoon meeting was held at Jason's residence.

The scene could be described as solemn and dignified.

Three people sat around a rickety wooden table, staring at each other in silence.

Sandy Sniffles sat there with a grim expression, not saying a word.

"Ninth Platoon, Ninth Platoon, what kind of Ninth Platoon is this?" One is a deceitful little girl, and the other is a deserter from the government army.

Isn't this just trying to give me the chills? If I had known he was a deserter from the government army, I wouldn't have reached out to him even if you paid me.

It's a pity I wasted those four bullets.

Sigh.

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Jason understood in his heart that this Ninth Platoon was just a way to settle things and take care of the children.

This job was quite good, peaceful, and comfortable, far away from the smell of gunpowder.

Now that I am also a member of the resistance army, should I address Isabella as "Isabella" the next time I see her? Will her attitude towards me change? How would her Danfeng eyes look if they were to smile? I have never seen that before.

Sigh.

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The little girl kept her head down, continuously fiddling with her cute new military uniform.

She then pulled out a grenade from her canvas bag, played with it for a while, and then stuffed it back in, only to take it out again after a pause.

Unable to contain herself any longer, she finally spoke up, "I mean, Sandy, are you a mute? You're already the squad leader, why aren't you saying anything? Where did all your crying skills go?" Sandy Sniffles stood up immediately, angrily replying, "I don't have time to play house with you here.

" Then, slinging the old makeshift rifle over her back, without even sparing a glance at Jason, she walked out directly and went to find a place to bask in the sun.

Watching Sandy Sniffles leave with her head tilted, the little girl turned back to face Jason and said, "Good riddance, fox, let's have our meeting.

" Jason snapped out of his daze and said, "Huh? A meeting? The class leader has already left, what meeting are we going to have?" The little girl smirked and said, "He's just a rookie soldier, acting all high and mighty as a lousy class leader.

Whatever we decide for Nine Class, it's between us.

" Jason chuckled, stretched lazily, placed his hands behind his head, leaned back in the chair with his legs crossed and propped up on the table, and said, "Well then, let me ask you first, when can you get me some information, old lady?" "It's only been a few days, how can it be so quick? I'll have to wait until the communications officer goes to the division headquarters before I can get any information.

" Pausing for a moment, the little girl added, "This time I'm a soldier too, fox, don't you think we should also train? Look at everyone else practicing on the field, we're just sitting around here with nothing to do, it's so boring.

" Having been cooped up for over ten days, feeling stiff all over, a bit of training would do good.

It's clear that the task in the regiment is to keep this little girl in check, to prevent her from causing trouble.

With her restless nature, she needs something to keep her occupied.

Therefore, without hesitation, Jason nodded, "You're right, we should train.

" Seeing her idea being met with Jason's approval, the little girl happily moved closer to Jason and asked, "What do you think we should practice first? Assassination? Or rifle aiming? I don't want to practice formations, that's too boring.

" Looking at those eager and impatient big eyes, Jason thought that for the sake of this child, he really should teach her something—not to make her a killer, but to give her a better chance of survival in this turbulent world.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Practicing aiming won't involve firing bullets, and even if you excel in assassination, you still wouldn't be able to beat adults, right? I could teach you something else to train, but I'm afraid that you, being a child, might not be able to endure the hardships.

Forget it, forget it.

" Jason sensed Emily's temperament, so he deliberately said this, not only to arouse her curiosity as a child but also to employ a bit of psychological warfare.

The little girl fell for it, and immediately slammed the table, saying, "Jason, don't underestimate me.

Ask around the whole group, is there anything too tough for Emily to handle? Come on, tell me, what are we going to practice?" On this boring afternoon, in this absurd Ninth Class, beside this old wooden table, Jason was suddenly inspired and devised a training plan specifically for Emily, ready to put it into action.