Zhu Shengzhong's expression is wonderful, super wonderful.
"You deserters should have been shot for escaping from battle, but now is the time to hire people. I will give you one last chance. See those people on the wooden piles outside. They are all our compatriots and comrades-in-arms. If you don't kill them, They won't talk about benevolence, justice and morality after they catch you. Now, it's time to show your courage, avenge them, and clear your own name. Either be a coward who is greedy for life and fear death, or be an upright Chinese soldier."
This is what he said to Lao Baanpan and others, but now it seems like a joke.
He was so righteous and courageous in killing prisoners behind closed doors, but now he came to the rooftop and did not dare to do so in broad daylight. In a sense, he was worse than Little Japan.
Zhu Shengzhong took a deep breath and was about to say, "Fight," when Yang Ruifu glared at him, and all his evil thoughts disappeared, and he put the half-raised gun back.
Lin Yue curled his lips: "Wonderful grandson."
When he stood for political correctness, he shouted louder than anyone else and was more righteous than anyone else. However, when the force that determined political correctness came into conflict with what he wanted in his heart, he changed from a roarer to a silent one. Or, it’s really ridiculous.
"Hey, you are so tired. You are such a coward."
In the eyes of the old abacus, Zhu Shengzhong has always been irritable, passionate and decisive, but at this moment, the other person's appearance completely subverted his perception.
"You have the nerve to criticize others." Yangguai kicked him from behind.
Over there, Lin Yue ignored the deserters who had their own concerns. He took the MP28 from Yang Shusheng's hand and swiped it at the Japanese soldiers on the wooden pile. Suddenly there were several sieves on the rooftop.
"You." Yang Ruifu pulled out the shell gun from his waist and pointed it at the back of Lin Yue's head.
But what he didn't expect was that the young man opposite seemed to have eyes in his back. He tilted his head to that side, twisted his arm with a backhand hook and pushed him down. While turning around, he grabbed his wrist with the other hand. , pushed the muzzle of the gun forward and pressed it against his temple.
The dignified major battalion commander was subdued by a new recruit.
The two guards quickly went to draw the guns from their waists, and Li Xiang also went to draw the guns from his waist. Yang Shusheng hesitated for a moment, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he finally made up his mind. He held the Fourteenth Form of the South tightly in his right hand and pointed. Yang Ruifu hit the heads of the two guards.
As for everyone else…
The deserters were so frightened that Lao Abacus hid behind the wooden pile, Lao Hulu pulled Duanwu's arm and retreated, and Lao Tie also shrank back to the stairs little by little.
Interestingly, Zhu Shengzhong, Qi Jiaming and others did not move, and only the two guards stood on Yang Ruifu's side.
Lin Yue pointed a gun at the major's head: "Oh, in order to please foreigners, I ignored my comrades and compatriots and killed a Chinese who can fight and dare to fight. I'm really ashamed of you. Yang Ruifu, you are not here to fight against the Japanese, are you? Why do I think you are more like an official than a soldier?"
Yang Ruifu grimaced in pain and his face turned red from suppressing it. Seeing the reactions of Zhu Shengzhong and others, he understood that this thorny man said something that those people never dared to complain in front of him.
"If it weren't for the people in the 524th Regiment who need a commander, and I don't have so much time to stay in the Sixing Warehouse, let alone you, I would dare to kill Xie Jinyuan if he wants to point fingers at me." Lin Yue took the hand from him Gun, pushed the person hard: "Go back and tell Xie Jinyuan that I am doing what he wants to do but dare not do. I don't care about the overall situation, and I don't think your so-called overall situation of the war against Japan is meaningful. From now on Whoever dares to stop me from killing the Japanese will be killed by me, because in my opinion, such people are traitors, so get out."
On the territory of the 524th Regiment, he actually threatened to kill Yang Ruifu and Xie Jinyuan. His words were as arrogant as they were.
However, I don’t know why, no one laughed at him, nor did they think it was a joke, because the young man exuded an admirable confidence, and also because the body of the Japanese major was still hanging on the wooden stake, and the blood was dripping down. .
Yang Ruifu knew that he was in trouble. He underestimated Lin Yue's arrogance and ignored the grievances accumulated by the grassroots soldiers in recent days.
Yang Ruifu didn't say anything about the scene, didn't need his gun, and left the rooftop with a cold face.
Lin Yue looked at his back and curled his lips. Since ancient times, this nation has always had its masters who would fight among themselves in times of national calamity. Because everything has to be political, why should a veteran with combat experience like Yangguai become a deserter? The reason was that he had no confidence in the officers commanding the battle.
Acting for foreigners? If the Japanese army had not entered Southeast Asia and violated British interests, would the British army have formed an alliance with the Chinese army? If there had not been the attack on Pearl Harbor, would Americans have made the determination to enter the war? Also, the Geneva Convention, the purpose of the Convention is just to make excuses, and it is of no use when encountering gangsters and villains.
…
At nightfall, Lin Yue was awakened by a warm and moist feeling. When he opened his eyes, he saw Badun sticking out his tongue and licking his face wildly.
It turned out to be feeding time.
Lin Yue took out a box of cans from his pocket, and his expectant face suddenly turned into a wilted eggplant beaten with frost.
"What? Do you think it tastes bad?"
Lin Yue took out the can opener, opened the can three times and put it in front of Badun: "You taste it first."
Gouzi looked at him with deep distrust, walked over in small steps, stuck out his tongue and licked the jar tentatively. After two breaths, the dog's eyes brightened, and he almost stuffed half of his mouth into it. The food bar chirped.
The last time he brought Badun into the world of "My Commander, My Regiment" was around 1942. As time went by, the Japanese army's offensive momentum became more and more decadent. This was not only reflected in the quality of the soldiers, but also in the food. The same is true. A batch of supplies was seized during the counterattack on Nantianmen. In the words of Mi Long, are the Japanese canned goods pig food? Not to mention that the old cannon fodder with a big appetite dislikes it and is unwilling to eat eight meals.
But it's different now. It's 1937. The food of an ordinary Japanese soldier is as much as that of a Chinese army officer. He doesn't cut corners on various cans, stewing and stuffing them with edible things.
At this time, Lin Yue noticed that Duanwu was sitting opposite with his knees in front of the vat of tung oil, staring blankly at Badun who was eating meat.
"Have you never eaten it before?"
Duanwu was awakened by his words and shook his head subconsciously. Unlike Lao Baanpan and Lao Tie, he would secretly put away the Japanese soldiers' personal belongings when cleaning the battlefield. Everything he found was given to the soldiers of the 524th Regiment.
Lin Yue took out another can of beef, opened it with a can opener and threw it over.
Dragon Boat Festival held the box of cans in his arms, cut out a piece of meat with his fingers and put it into his mouth. Perhaps because he had only eaten rice, pickles and compressed biscuits for the past few days, he had forgotten what the taste of meat was. He was stunned for a while before he realized. I cut out piece after piece with my fingers and cried while eating. I don't know whether it was because the canned beef was too delicious or because I missed home.
After all, it is a child of seventeen or eighteen years old.
Lin Yue sighed, grabbed a handful of toffee and threw it over.
The Dragon Boat Festival was not picked up properly and the toffee was scattered all over the floor. Not far away, the dazed Sichuan Army soldiers and Lao Tie and others swarmed up and snatched up all the toffee on the ground.
The Japanese army was addicted to sweets. When they reached the level of corps commander or sergeant, they could almost always find a few pieces of toffee if they rummaged through their pockets. However, compared to the number of Japanese soldiers who died in the Sixing Warehouse, compared to the number of soldiers in the 524th Regiment, there simply weren’t enough to share.
Lin Yue shook his head. It was no wonder that Zhu Shengzhong and his gang looked down on these deserters. They had no courage in fighting and competed with each other in their ability to steal and watch the excitement.
"Master Lin, hey, Master Lin, are you awake?" Old Abacus came forward with a flattering look on his face, stretched out his hands and said, "Look at that coin..."
"Didn't I tell you that I lost it?"
Old Abacus took out a gold necklace from his pocket and waved it in front of Lin Yue: "Master Lin, please do a good job and give me my life back."
"Where did it come from?"
"Found on the bodies of Japanese soldiers."
"It's a dead man's thing, it's bad luck, don't want it."
"This is gold, pure gold. If you want to go there again tonight, you will need it." Old Abacus pointed to the other side.
"You know a lot."
"I heard from Qi Qi that the sandwich is only sold in the concession."
"My ears are very good."
Lin Yue stretched out his hand and took the gold chain in his hand. He took out the coin and flicked it. There was a crisp sound as the coin fell to the ground and rolled forward.
The old abacus hurriedly chased after him, but unfortunately he didn't take more than two steps when the coin hit someone's foot and was picked up by a hand. He looked up and peed.
The person who picked up the coin was naturally none other than the sheep crutch that had cheated his "ancestral pocket watch".
Why did it fall into his hands again?
Lao Abacus looked back at Lin Yue. Did the two of them do this on purpose? They were treating him like a monkey?
At this moment, Li Xiang walked in from the outside, approached Lin Yue and whispered a few words.
"Is there such a thing?"
