A group of soldiers of different heights, sizes, and torn clothes were divided into three rows and stood in the open space. The leader was Shang Zhen.
At this time, an officer was looking at Shang Zhen and the others with "love and hate". He was Liu Chengyi, the commander of the 337th Brigade.
Of course Liu Chengyi remembered Shang Zhen, since Shang Zhen broke into a fire at his brigade headquarters and smashed the windmills of ordinary people's homes.
In his impression, when he first met Shang Zhen, Shang Zhen looked like an honest man in shabby clothes. But now, except for the stubble on his chin that shows how much older he is, he still looks the same. That's what it looks like.
But Liu Chengyi knew in his heart that even though this kid looked honest and honest, in fact, the old pig's kidneys were more upright than his own!
Liu Chengyi was very puzzled. Generally speaking, a person with a lively mind would always have his eyes twitching in his eye sockets, but how could Shang Zhen be able to make his eyes look so pure, honest and innocent, but inside he was so confused? What about turning like a windmill?
Liu Chengyi also noticed that Shang Zhen's eyes did not collide with his. Perhaps this was a sign of the boy's guilty conscience.
Forget it, after all, Shang Zhen was just a soldier, not a criminal, and Liu Chengyi was not the policeman who tortured and extorted confessions. He didn't want to play the mind game of eye contact with Shang Zhen yet.
Liu Chengyi turned his gaze away from Shang Zhen's face and looked at the others. His familiarity with Shang Zhen did not mean that he was familiar with the soldiers under Shang Zhen.
In fact, he doesn't need to be familiar with these soldiers. There are thousands of soldiers under him. He can't remember his own soldiers. How can he remember these stragglers under Shang Zhen?
For the commander of an army, looking at the thousands of soldiers under his command is no different from looking at the grass on the Lili Plain.
But this time Liu Chengyi wanted to get to know Shang Zhen's men. Of course, they could also be said to be these soldiers under Liu Chengyi.
If I say that I remember your face just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, it is because you look different. This is not just because you are beautiful, but because you are different, you will be impressed.
Liu Chengyi's eyes then fell on a veteran in the team.
It seems a bit ridiculous to say that with dozens of people standing in the same place, you can tell which one is a veteran just by their temperament.
And the veteran Liu Chengyi saw this time was a real veteran. The wrinkles on the veteran's face were like knife carvings, and he looked older than himself.
However, this old guy is obviously different from Shang Zhen in one thing, that is, his eyes are constantly glaring.
For some reason, at this moment Liu Chengyi remembered the beard he had seen in his hometown in Northeast China. Why did he have a gangster spirit?
Liu Chengyi frowned and then looked away.
This time he noticed a big stupid man again.
Although that silly big man was standing at attention when facing me, and his attitude seemed to be respectful, but looking at the expression on his face, he looked like he was heartless and careless!
Even when the guy saw him looking at him, he smiled at himself with a big mouth.
Doesn't he look very sharp? Doesn't he know that he can kill them all like deserters with just one word? How can you live so long just by throwing things around like this?
Liu Chengyi cursed and then looked down.
And this time he noticed that there was still a young man in this team.
Does Shang Zhen still have such soldiers?
Liu Chengyi thought about it for a while, but the result of his thinking was naturally fruitless.
The young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his clear eyes were staring at his waist.
Of course Liu Chengyi knew that the other thing on his waist was a Browning lutz.
This gun of mine is definitely made in foreign countries, and the appearance of this gun looks much more delicate and compact than the box gun that Chinese soldiers like to use most.
This guy knows his stuff!
Liu Chengyi thought to himself, and he took another serious look at this young man, but at this glance, he couldn't figure out what his mood was.
Yes, the Browning on my waist is a good gun, but there are not as many guns as this half-grown man has on his waist!
Not to mention the 38-type rifle that the young man was holding in his hand, which was taller than him, but he had three pistols strapped to his waist!
Yes, three pistols, one on the left side of the waist and two on the right side. Those three pistols are all in leather holsters and are all strung on the leather belt!
Yes, the three pistols all have leather holsters, but just because the gun has a leather holster, no matter how you look at it, it looks like that arrogant little bastard, because these three pistols were actually used by our Chinese The standard pistol for Japanese military officers, nicknamed by the military as the "bastard box"!
Little boy, are you demonstrating against me? Does this prove that you guys not only killed many Japanese devils but also many Japanese officers?
Otherwise, where did the three Wangba boxes around your waist come from?
But he must not ask where these three guns came from. He, Liu Chengyi, came to question Shang Zhen and the gang this time!
His incompetent brother-in-law Wang Qingfeng said that Shang Zhen and the others escaped before the battle, which led to the failure of their brigade's counterattack on Xiaobengbu!
This time, in order to support his statement, Wang Qingfeng even called other officers and soldiers to talk to him.
Liu Chengyi has already asked, and he thinks the facts should be roughly clear.
This group of boys could obviously help the attacking team to defend Xiaobengbu, but who would have thought that this group of gangsters would take the lead in escaping back. As a result, wouldn't this cause chaos in the military morale?
It would be fine if Xiao Bengbu was recaptured this time, but Xiao Bengbu was lost again.
As a result, the impact of Shang Zhen's unauthorized retreat would be too bad. Liu Chengyi, who happened to come over to supervise the battle, could not ignore it!
Liu Chengyi, who realized this again, if there was any admiration or amusement when he saw the appearance of this half-grown man, it disappeared immediately now.
He must show the majesty of a commander, even if he is pretending, he must pretend!
After calming down, Liu Chengyi continued to look down.
But just when he turned his face away to look at other soldiers, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He couldn't help but said "Huh", and his face that he had just turned away turned back again.
The half-grown boy in front of him is about thirteen or fourteen years old.
But Liu Chengyi knew that Shang Zhen and his gang came out of the Northeast in September 18th.
That was seven or eight years ago. How old was this young man then? At that time, even if I wasn't breastfeeding in his mother's arms, I still had to wear crotchless pants, right?
So where did this kid come from? Could it be that old man's son? But this is getting even more wrong!
Liu Chengyi first glanced at the old veteran he had seen just now, and then he glanced at the three female soldiers standing at the back of the team.
Of the three female soldiers, one was Gao Yuyan, and Liu Chengyi knew about it.
Just because Gao Yuyan took the initiative to find him in order to explain things to Shang Zhen and the others, he also knew that Gao Yuyan was the sister of Gao Yuhang who had died for the country.
From the perspective of saving Gao Yuhang's sister, Shang Zhen and the others actually did a great job, at least Liu Chengyi thought so, but this has nothing to do with today's accountability military discipline.
The other female soldier looked slender and couldn't shake off the look of a student, but this one definitely didn't.
What he paid attention to was the third female soldier. The third female soldier stood upright, but her figure, appearance, and pair of eyes that were both ruthless and affectionate seemed to have a enchanting temperament.
