The sun was rising high, and all the masters of the ninth company lined up in the sun, eating and distributing ammunition.
On the other side of the river, some old, weak, and young people stood by the river, looking at the chaotic crowds of people on the other side of Jiulian Company, which was as lively as a market.
The cooking class was in full swing and full of people. More than 200 people were going out to perform tasks. Naturally, the ninth company had to take care of the food. Fortunately, the ninth company seemed to have no shortage of food.
Pots and stoves were placed everywhere in the open space, and the smoke filled the air. Although Old Niu was tired, he was holding a small smoking pole and commanding a group of people to do their job, yelling here and there, and he was very powerful.
The Qiufeng guerrilla brigade that came back earlier exchanged shotguns for cannons, all Japanese-style rifles, and a crooked gun. Unfortunately, there were only a dozen soldiers, and the rest were requisitioned by the regiment commander.
Wang Peng reluctantly opened his eyes. He had only slept for more than an hour when he was woken up by Lao Qin: "Hurry up and load the bullets and change the gun."
Bullets, change guns? The first time I went to the wine station, I exchanged Chen Chongban for 500 bullets, but this time I exchanged a gun?
All of a sudden, sleepiness is gone.
Just as he was about to go out, he felt embarrassed again: "I said, Lao Qin, it's not good that your company commander is not here, right?"
"What's wrong, I have the final say on this matter." Lao Qin rarely felt proud.
It feels so good to finally feel relieved after holding back a lot of anger on the battlefield.
Wang Peng had four platoons, more than a hundred people, most of them with old sleeves, plus a standard platoon of swords and shuttles. Lao Qin was not polite. He gave Wang Peng more than 30 rifles from the security forces seized from Xinglong Town. , in exchange for a bunch of red cherry guns and not a single sword.
Thirty rounds of ammunition per person, and those who haven’t replaced their guns must replenish their guns with thirty rounds of ammunition.
It would be a fool to pretend to be a big-headed ghost at this time. Wang Peng was embarrassed to go out, just like the mother-in-law went to the rich son-in-law's house and took advantage of it.
The soldiers were in full swing.
One by one, the soldiers turned over the bulging bullet bags and dumped the wooden sticks in the bullet bags on the ground. They looked around and saw that they were all their own people. It seemed that there were no friendly troops watching the fun.
There were thirty bullets piled on the ground, and no soldier could take more.
The soldiers touched the bullet bags and saw that they were filled with real bullets. They were beaming with joy. This is what the legendary tycoons should be like. They looked at each other with their heads almost on their buttocks.
The Japanese cavalry bullets seized this time were mainly 65-caliber Tomosaka bullets. Wang Peng also wanted some. There were still a few 38-caliber bullets in the company. Not many 65-caliber bullets were seized in the north.
Hu Yi, the company commander, is not at home, and Lao Qin is in charge. Lao Qin gave Wang Peng his assigned telescope.
Wang Peng was excited. He didn't even have a battalion commander. He didn't know what the mission was for him. He didn't expect to receive a big gift as soon as he arrived at the Ninth Company.
At this time, there is no problem in letting him go up mountains of swords and seas of fire.
The same thing was happening in other places. Time was urgent. The leaders of the five troops met together and were waiting for Lao Qin to speak before setting off.
Pan Zhuzhu looked at the unfamiliar team on the other side. They were all wearing Japanese-style equipment and the leader was a middle-aged farmer who looked like a farmer. They looked awkward at first sight.
Lao Qin coughed and cleared his throat, "Captain Hu is blocking the Japs in Dongxia Village. Commander Lu has already gone to meet him. Follow the mountain road out of Lushuipu. There are militiamen leading the way. I forgot to introduce you. This is the Qiufeng Guerrilla Brigade from the neighboring county. Captain Meng."
Lao Qin got over the addiction of being a group leader and his speeches became brief.
Captain? Battalion level, wine station and militia?
There was silence.
"Hello everyone, just call me Lao Meng." In fact, I looked at the soldiers in the same class behind me awkwardly, and the team leader was almost the same.
"We are the liquor station militia!" A group of people said in a delicate voice, confused and nervous.
Various guns and military uniforms of different shades of gray.
militia?
Lao Niu and Pan Zhuzi were together and had no communication.
The Ninth Company was a beast, a group of more than a dozen people, a petite militiaman, and the bullets in the bag were reliable. The regiment leader ordered the troops to rush to the wine station. It was unclear what they were doing at the wine station and who was commanding them.
A large group of Wang Peng's people were restrained at the far end. The soldier carrying a machine gun was at the front, with his chest raised and his body straight. He had three magazines in his off-hand, a gun barrel on his back, and a bayonet hanging on his back belt. ,rock.
salute! Give an order.
Hold the gun with your right hand hanging down naturally, brushing the cross end of your left arm in front of your chest, keeping your left hands together and straight, palms facing down.
As for the object of the salute, there was a lot of confusion and I don’t know.
"We are company x of regiment x, and I am the company commander Wang Peng!" Saluting makes me nervous, which is rare.
"The Independent Regiment has three companies and one platoon, Pan Zhuzi."
Lao Niu from the cooking class⋯
Health Team⋯
Security class⋯
Logistics Department⋯
Continuously⋯
In addition to the wounded soldiers and the second company of the three family members, all the independent regiments were present.
There was a commotion, people were on their backs and their horses were overturned, and the dust was surrounding them.
The female soldiers lined up and took the lead. In the attention salute of the team, they came out in a hurry, fully armed and wearing gray mottled military uniforms.
...
The sun was high in the sky, and the security forces in the area were still sleeping soundly. Hu Yi sat quietly under the trees surrounded by ruined walls. The pain on his back had eased a lot. He struggled to put on his leggings in the strong light. The characteristic two-layer leggings, holding He took off his military cap and slowly bent it into an arc. He put it on carefully and pressed the brim downward to block most of the light.
Wearing black clothes and an Eighth Route Army cap is as awkward as possible.
The hot wind was blowing, the treetops were rustling, and snoring could be heard. The bodies of the Eighth Army at the entrance of the village were buried in the trenches dug by themselves.
There are a few crooked words written on a piece of wood, carved with a knife, three-thirds of the way into the wood: The tomb of Wu Shitou, the revolutionary soldier Ninth Company, and on a new line at the bottom right: Ninth Company!
Luo Fugui stretched out, smashed his mouth, and pulled out two big bags from the pit.
He took out a steamed bun from a large bag and brought it to his mouth. When he brought it to his nose, he smelled a rancid smell. He threw the bag aside and the half-immortal was fast asleep.
He took out a can, opened it skillfully, looked around, hesitated, and threw it to Hu Yi, who had just finished wearing leggings: "Boss..."
The Xinglong Town Security Army is different from other puppet armies. They have always been on the battlefield. They are people with no future and their combat effectiveness is not weak.
Their requirements are not high. They have enough food, clothing, and sleep. It seems good to recruit the Jiulian Company into the organic system. The Jiulian Company can meet all their requirements. As for helping the fellow villagers, it doesn't seem to be a problem.
Under the sun, a half-grown girl with a flowery braid on her head came out of the dilapidated house. She appeared in front of Hu Yi in a dirty look: "Fox, there is someone coming from the east. They are wearing black clothes. They are probably the plainclothes team."
"How many?" Hu Yi looked up, expressionless.
"Six, two miles away."
The mule next to him heard the plainclothes team: "Grandma, I'm just trying to get a bargain. Boss Hu, how about I go and take a shuttle?"
It seems that the world has changed, and the lazy Luo Fugui will take the initiative. Of course, it depends on who the person is.
Hu Yi
The little girl took out half a chicken from her bag, threw it to Luo Fugui, and asked Hu Yi, "Is it seriously injured?"
Hu Yi didn't want to move, so he thought for a moment: "Tell the half-immortal to arrest the person."
"Stop, what are you doing?"
"Detective team!" The man in black at the entrance of the village wiped the sweat from his head.
On the way here, I met several groups of security troops returning to camp. I knew that there was still a squad left in the village. I was relieved to see a dirty security army emerge from the village.
"Don't you feel too hot while driving under the bright sun?" For the first time, the six men in black saw someone caring about them, and their fiery hearts felt a chill.
"Captain, let's come over and take a look!" Six people from the plainclothes team went to the shade of the tree.
"Is there anyone else behind?"
"What a fart, I'm in Xinglong Town." He held the hat and fluttered up and down.
"Hey, is there anything to eat?"
"Grandma, I thought you had one!"
"Would you like some sour buns?"
The traitors thought that the security forces looked good.
"Is that food edible?" A detective team member scorned and pulled out a cloth bag from behind. There was something fluttering in the bag: "I caught two chickens on the road and gave them to you."
These security forces in Xinglong Town are gods of killing and have a good relationship.
