Not long after, Hao Yun started the motorcycle again, and the light from the headlights pierced the darkness, swaying up and down along the field paths beside the highway and directly drove into the wilderness, heading in the direction of the shouting.
The engine was still churning, the motorcycle slowly stopped and its headlights went out, leaving a small light on.
The still vigilant big dog came to the middle of the path with Ma Sihuan: "You are so brave. If I had been here just now, hehe... maybe some people would have met the King of Hell."
"The one who shot just now was one of your soldiers? Hey... where is Commander Hu?"
"How the hell did you know we were here?"
"After you left last year, we have been operating in several villages in nearby counties. We received the zoning order this morning and have been traveling all day!"
The big dog was a little surprised: "How the hell did you know we were here?"
"Do you think we can establish a base in enemy-occupied areas without any real effort?"
"Then what are you here for?"
Looking within the light range of the car's small lights, the soldiers holding rifles on guard behind the big dog followed the big dog and put away the rifles on their backs. Hao Yun jumped off the motorcycle: "Me? Hehe... I'm here to beat people..."
The big dog circled the motorcycle and grinned: "Brother, why did you accept it? Your shooting skills are not good, otherwise your kid might really die in the hands of his own people this time, and you won't even have a place to cry. "
"You still dare to hold a gun?" Hao Yun stepped forward, flew up, and kicked the two soldiers who had just fired black guns to the ground.
The two soldiers were furious. They got up from the ground and started to draw their guns and get back to the battlefield.
The voice of the big dog next to me came: "Hey... Now I'm going to give you two a second lesson. You must find out the details of the other party before taking action!"
The two soldiers were stunned, and asked with wide eyes, "Platoon leader... you mean this guy is one of our own, but... he moved... his feet first!"
The new recruit was obviously smarter than Quegenjin, so he quickly asked Big Dog: "Platoon Leader Tang...you mean he is very powerful?"
The big dog has evil intentions: "How the hell do I know? You'll know if you try it?"
Not long after.
Hao Yun was sitting on the side of the motorcycle: "Hey, I said... don't use the accelerator so much... Hey, hey, hey... is such a big trap going to blind you?"
The two soldiers left in the darkness had bruises and swollen faces, and the recruit had cotton stuffed in his nose. He turned around and asked, "Didn't you say that... the Eighth Route Army... does not punish... soldiers corporally?"
Qiangenjin didn't feel depressed after being beaten, and looked proud: "Hey, you know what the hell, being beaten by a veteran is an honor! Did you pay attention to the 'good luck' move you just used? The two of us continued together After attacking him three times, he only used one move. This is called skill, do you understand?"
"You mean the move where you lift your leg and kick your chest?"
"Yeah, think about it, why no matter how we attack, we always get kicked?"
The recruit nodded: "I have practiced before... The first time he made a sneak attack, we were not prepared. The second time we attacked him from the left first. He should obviously retreat, but he seemed to know the route I wanted to attack. He punched me in the leg but he still kicked me in the chest! The third time I was very careful and he still kicked me..."
"Hey, there used to be an Instructor Park from the Ninth Company. He was said to be very powerful. He was as skilled as Staff Liu of the headquarters' special agent group. We have to learn from him!"
"How powerful is it?" The recruit stared wide-eyed, forgetting the pain on his body.
"I heard that ten or eight can't even get close to him... and he can still dodge bullets!"
"Hahaha..."
"Keep your voice down...why are you laughing?"
"Can you dodge bullets? Can you write a draft before you brag?"
Quegenjin said solemnly: "I've seen it with my own eyes! Captain Tian Sanqi learned that trick! He can avoid shooting from two hundred meters away!"
"Then tell me."
"It was a sunny noon..."
"Tell the important point!" The recruit imitated Hu Yi's tone.
"Uh... what the hell are you yelling... That day, Captain Tian hid behind a wall and stuck his head out, letting soldiers 200 meters away shoot at him. When Captain Tian saw the soldiers shooting His head shrank back from the light of the gun, but the bullet missed!"
"It's really ridiculous. Maybe they teamed up to show it to you! Besides, it's 200 meters, so it's normal to miss!"
"Uh... the bullet exits at a speed of more than 600 meters. It takes 0.3 seconds to fly 200 meters in the air. The human reaction speed is 0.2 seconds, so he can see the flash and shrink his head. This is not difficult at all. !" Quegenjin immediately took out the words he had memorized with great difficulty, and he had to calm this new recruit!
As he expected, the recruit's eyes were full of stars: "Brother Quegenjin, let me tell you...you know so much! Otherwise...when will you teach me?"
Quegenjin slapped the recruit on the neck: "What did you call me?"
"Didn't that girl call you weak?"
"Of course she can scream, but you, a new recruit, can you scream?"
"Then why did you call me Bird Egg?"
"You don't have the same surname as that half-immortal. What else can you call your surname Liao if you don't call her Birdan? How about calling you Eggan?"
"I want to file a complaint!"
"Hehe, you can file a complaint. You can go to Company Commander Luo, you can go to a girl, or you can go to the Battalion Commander if you're not afraid of getting beaten!"
"Batalion Commander? I wouldn't dare."
"Attention, someone is coming from the south!"
...
Baidaokou Town.
After hearing the intensive gunfire coming from the south, the gamblers in the town immediately gave up their intention to gamble, grabbed the rifles leaning against the wall, and all ran towards the south of the town.
There is no separate city wall outside the town. The walls of each courtyard are connected in a circle. A road leads directly to the north and south. Simple city gates are built in the south and north of the town.
Due to the rapid population growth in Baidaokou Town on the plains in the early years, and the small canal in the south of the town, there are also many courtyards built by ordinary people in recent decades on the roadside outside the south gate.
There were faint gunshots coming one after another, and no one knew the situation in the south. God knows if there were any guerrillas who slipped through the net and ran here in confusion, right?
At this time, naturally no one wanted to go outside the town where there was no security guard.
The gamblers kicked open a courtyard door on Nanmen Street. They rushed in and climbed onto the roof of the bungalow without paying any attention to the scolding of someone living in the courtyard.
at this time.
Many people went up to the roof and stretched their necks to look south.
Unfortunately, except for the faint flash of light in the distance that kept cutting through the half-moon night, nothing else could be seen.
Everyone knew that the Eighth Route Army would be executed tomorrow, and the security forces immediately began to chirp and express their own opinions, speculating on what was happening in the south...
After a long while, the two scouts slipped to the side of the roof of the bungalow.
"What do you want to do?" Hearing the man next to him pull out the shell gun and press the nose of the machine with a clang, he asked in a low voice with a slightly immature voice.
"I won him more than fifty yuan just now. I saw that the total money they have must be at least one hundred yuan. I must take this opportunity to deal with these guys!"
"I just saw a guy with a short gun. When you saw it, could you give me one?"
In the Eighth Route Army, many platoon-level commanders did not have shell guns!
Many soldiers even still held guillotines and spears to fight against the enemy.
Naturally, most of the newly recruited soldiers in the Ninth Battalion did not have shell guns. As a scout, carrying a long gun was too conspicuous. In the year of the great disaster, there were few people on the plains, so this man who carried a long gun had the opportunity to become a scout.
For reconnaissance behind enemy lines, short guns are naturally more convenient than long guns.
Looking at the few new gambling friends who were still noisy in front of them, even though the two scouts were worried that their identities would be exposed, they still had the idea of these enemies.
The gunfire continued.
The roofs of the nearby courtyards were also crowded with people coming out of the town office and some shops. It was very difficult to do anything. After careful discussion for a long time, the two decided to find a way to lure the guy with the short gun aside. Take action.
A certain gambler received a tap on the shoulder and the guy immediately turned his head.
A scout immediately whispered to the gambler: "Brother, please take a step to speak!"
The guy didn't care and walked aside: "You two guys are really lucky today. You won a lot of money, right? Why, do you want to treat your brother to a meal?"
"Hey, it's just a small amount of money...Besides...it's so late now, where is there anything to eat?"
"Hey, as long as you have money, why can't you get food? Let's go, I will take you to a place." After saying this, this guy was about to call other people.
The scout next to him quickly grabbed the man: "Hey, don't make any noise, just the three of us will go!"
"The three of us? Uh... Do you two guys still want to find a place to have fun?" This idiot would have simply made a mistake. In his mind, these business guys are all so good!
"It all depends on the big brother!" The scout was quite sincere.
"By the way, who introduced you here?" the guy asked casually.
The scout next to him was startled and screamed secretly. Why did this person suddenly ask about the details of the two people?
Carefully, he brought out the person whose name he just heard from the gambling table...who must be very happy to be called Brother Ninth: "Hey, our shopkeeper has something to do with Brother Ninth!"
After hearing this, the guy was stunned for a moment, and immediately boasted: "Hey, I said, when you come here from now on, you will give me Wu Zhongchang's number. No matter it is the former national army or the current imperial army, I will give you a little favor!"
After all, when doing business these days, going to the farm to report someone's number is equivalent to paying homage to someone's dock. Naturally, you have to give some tea money and celebrate the festival. Obviously, this person who dares to openly steal Brother Ninth's business should naturally have some background. .
(End of chapter)
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