After taking root in Xinglong Town, Battalion Commander Wang has been going against his luck. The year before last, when he first showed up in Xinglong Town, he was beaten into disgrace by the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.
Last year, when we were encircling and suppressing the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army took advantage of the opportunity and took advantage of it. Later, when we chased the group of Eighth Route Army, we lost troops and generals again. It is terrible that we have been defeated repeatedly!
When the action team first found him, he sadly reconsidered...national justice.
But he was always worried about the three defeats at the hands of the Eighth Route Army. This time he went out to raid and only caught a few Eighth Route Army spies. Battalion Commander Wang felt very bored.
Several imperial army instructors stayed at his battalion headquarters and cordially invited Battalion Commander Wang to have a drink.
The commander of the Jiuwang Battalion, who was as pale as water, really couldn't arouse any interest. He quickly made an excuse to inspect the various departments that had been scattered and swept away. He took the adjutants and guards he had promoted and finally slipped out of the temporary battalion headquarters in the village.
Battalion Commander Wang walked in the fields and looked at the adjutant next to him: "...you said that the half-immortal brought eight soldiers to recruit us?"
"They came here secretly last night. They brought a company commander named Gao from the Independent Regiment. I didn't like him and told him to get out! Those few brought by the half-immortal all escaped from our soldiers, I detained them..."
Battalion Commander Wang looked at the village in front of him: "No one else knows about this, right?"
"No one knows their identities except our old brothers. The superiors contacted us some time ago. You think... what should we do about this?" The adjutant made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Battalion Commander Wang shook his head: "Hey, we are in the Cao camp and our hearts are with the Han. Killing half-immortals will do us no good? Can we still use their heads to reward those three-inch men?"
The adjutant thought for a while: "That fellow Banxian is an old fool, and is used to changing the situation. With our current status, we really don't have to do that, but he may know about our cigarette peddling!"
"We don't have many old brothers who joined the army together. If he is willing to follow the Eighth Route Army, let him go. There has been no movement from all parties about the matter so far. He should not know about it. You have to be careful. This matter is serious. Don’t spread the word.”
"I will be careful. By the way, battalion commander, I just think that our national army has got in touch. If there is more back and forth, if this happens, it will be difficult for the imperial army to explain!"
"You know what the heck, we let go of half an immortal to give the Eighth Route Army some face, and we don't follow their line. This is called leaving a thin line. No matter who gains power in the future, we will all have a good life, you stupid fool. You understand..."
The adjutant's eyes lit up: "It's better, battalion commander, that you have thought carefully!"
"As long as you know, keep this in mind..."
The two of them entered the village while they were talking, and the adjutant took Battalion Commander Wang directly to the yard where the prisoners were detained.
Battalion Commander Wang looked at the people in the room with their hands tied behind their backs, and couldn't help but sneered: "I said half-immortal...ahem..."
Battalion Commander Wang covered his nose: "I said half-immortal... Haha... You unlucky thing... What kind of ecstasy soup did the Eighth Route Army give you to become their lobbyist?"
The half-immortal who was tied and sitting on the ground quickly wiped a handful of sad tears on his knees and cried aggrievedly: "Old leader, you have to make the decision for me. I am in the world and I can't help myself. ah."
Battalion Commander Wang saw this guy playing the emotional card as soon as they met, and his eyes widened immediately: "Hey... do you think this place has good feng shui? Believe it or not, I will let the brothers bury you alive now?"
"Hey, I don't believe it!" The half-immortal shrank his neck.
"Oh, you idiot, do you really think I'm a soft-hearted person?" Battalion Commander Wang turned around and said, "Come here, dig a hole outside the village immediately!"
"Hey, hey, hey, stop pretending and let's get down to business first." The half-immortal was not angry. They were all old brothers who crawled out of the same pit. If he didn't like to read Feng Shui and didn't know how to flatter others, he might have become a master by now. The leader.
Battalion Commander Wang squatted in front of the half-immortal and refused to let him loose: "If you fart, let it go."
The half-immortal was not polite at all: "I said, Captain, can you get me something to eat first? I'm almost so hungry that my chest is touching my back."
Battalion Commander Wang told the adjutant: "Go get something good!"
After the adjutant went out, Battalion Commander Wang turned around and personally untied the half-immortal: "If it weren't for the fact that you have been with me for many years, I would have skinned you today, I would have arranged an easy job for you. You take care of the logistics, your mother will disappear after the battle."
"Hey, commander, the two armies are about to start fighting."
"You're nothing, you're just a deserter from me."
"We came out of a trench. Besides, I took a bullet for you a few years ago."
"Don't talk about those rotten things from the past. At this juncture, you actually led the Eighth Route Army to attack me? Aren't you afraid that I will kill my family out of justice?" Battalion Commander Wang finally held back after hearing this guy bring up the past. It was a pity that there were fewer and fewer old brothers around him.
Soon, the adjutant brought a puppet soldier into the house with a basket of white-flour buns.
The half-immortal was not polite at all and just pulled two of them, stuffing one into his pocket and the other into his mouth.
Battalion Commander Wang rolled his eyes as he watched the half-immortal being swallowed by the white-faced steamed buns: "Your mother... slow down, are you reincarnated by a starving ghost?"
Banxian Guan poured half a bottle of water into his mouth and wiped his mouth: "Hey, the people on the Eighth Road are poor, and now they have to eat twice a day."
The adjutant next to him glanced at Battalion Commander Wang and interjected: "They are all our old brothers. Times are tough, why don't we give them a chance?"
"Untie them!" Battalion Commander Wang ordered to loosen the bonds of several other Eighth Route Army soldiers in the room. He remembered clearly that these people used to be his subordinates, but unfortunately they were abducted by the Eighth Route Army.
Battalion Commander Wang looked at the few careless people: "Eat quickly. After you are full, go back and give the Eighth Route Army a message, saying that the Eighth Route Army has eaten one meal and not another. Our brothers can't bear that crime, so let them From now on, don’t try to trick me, let alone dazzle me in front of my eyes.”
The half-immortal beat the snake and put on the stick: "Batalion Commander, can you return the gun to us?"
Battalion Commander Wang was annoyed: "Do you think I like your crappy gun? Get out of here, you two-faced guy. If I see you again next time, I will dig a hole and bury you all alive." "
"Okay, then I have to choose a place with good feng shui first!" The half-immortal said nonchalantly, calling to a few people who were stuffing steamed buns into their mouths to prepare to leave.
Watching the Banxian disappear outside the courtyard with a few Eighth Route Army soldiers, Battalion Commander Wang was filled with emotion.
In these days, those who can become a battalion commander naturally have some real abilities.
It's okay to have a good relationship with the Eighth Route Army, but if I want to hang out with the Eighth Route Army...do you think I'm stupid?
Don't you open your eyes and take a look. I used to be a dignified regular army. How can I hang out with you guys who drink the northwest wind in the mountains? Where should I put my old face?
Who is duplicitous... doesn't matter.
Playing smoothly is also a skill. It is called sizing up the situation and playing both sides.
Of course, those who don't play well are called snakes and rats... and they will capsize in the gutter.
The sky was slowly darkening, and it was almost dark.
boom....
Bang bang bang....
After a sudden shot came from the south, the gunfire became intensive in an instant.
Battalion Commander Wang walked from the inner room to the courtyard and looked up at the moon that was already high in the sky: "Where to shoot? Send someone to reconnoiter immediately!"
"Yes!" The orderly soldier on standby in the courtyard quickly replied and ran out of the courtyard.
Not long after, the messenger hurriedly ran back to the courtyard: "Report to the battalion commander, an unidentified team was found in the south... came from behind us and got in front of us... It may be the guerrillas from the Eighth Route Army... It could also be the National Army guerrillas!”
"From east to west? Aren't you entering our encirclement?"
Battalion Commander Wang was stunned for a moment and concluded: "Unknown identity? What do you mean by unknown identity? Who dares to challenge us at this moment... Who else can we do besides the Eighth Route Army?"
The ordering soldier quickly complimented: "What you are saying, battalion commander, is that the brothers over there said that the uniforms worn by that team are the same as ours now... It's just that the sky was a little dark and the distance was a little far, so they didn't see it clearly... .”
Battalion Commander Wang frowned: "How many people are there?"
"Less than a hundred."
Battalion Commander Wang immediately nodded and educated the adjutant: "A team with just such a small number of people...must be the Eighth Route Army. You idiots, use your brains and think about it. If it is the national army that comes and is swept away by the imperial army, If his numbers were one less than one battalion, the mountains would have been littered with rabbits. How could he still fight guerrillas here?"
The adjutant nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Thank you, battalion commander, for your guidance."
"Assemble the troops immediately and pursue them all night according to the established plan!" After finishing speaking, Battalion Commander Wang kicked the ordering soldier next to him: "Get the fuck out of here and go find out the news!"
"The imperial army asked us to clean up the public security. They said that our operation this time is mainly to deal with small groups of guerrillas. If we find the main force of the Eighth Route Army, we must report it immediately, and the imperial army will take action personally..." The adjutant hesitated.
"Then when you go to the latrine, do you want to inform the imperial army?"
"Hehe, I get it."
"Beep...beep...beep..." A whistle sounded, and a broken gong voice shouted loudly in the village: "Emergency assembly!"
