After a heated discussion, the two teams were named Chuliang Cement and Ping An Grocery.
In this way, two teams with Chinese Super League naming characteristics were born.
The brandy was gone, Xu San wiped his mouth, "Little Train, I'm leaving! Starting about the day after tomorrow, An Hong will come over to teach you Chinese every two or three days."
Thomas stood up, waved his hand and said, "Get out of here. Miss An Hong can come by herself when the time comes. You bastard, don't come."
At half past nine, it was completely dark, but there were still people busy at the cement factory.
Xiaohong looked at the busy puppet soldiers and whispered, "If they were not puppet soldiers, they would probably be very happy to have such a job."
"They are happy now, and I didn't let them work in vain!"
Seeing no one around, Xiao Hong whispered, "I think these puppet soldiers respect you more than He Yong."
"If you have milk, you are a mother. They listen to me, get money, have food to eat, and escape unscathed from evil. Of course, they respect me more than He Yong."
Xiaohong nodded and leaned into Xu San's ear, "Well, what you said makes sense. Can we rally the team to revolt?"
"Snapped!"
She burst into tears and almost shed tears. She covered her head and said with wide eyes, "Why are you beating me!?"
"Have you drunk too much? Are you making a fool of yourself? It's okay for cowards like the Fifth Battalion to run away, but if they really want to rebel, I'm afraid they will be suppressed in less than a long time. Do you really think that his special forces are like cabbage bangzi? have?"
Under the moonlight, Yamamoto covered his nose and sneezed silently.
He frowned. The sneeze came without any warning. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have made a sound.
Even so, it attracted the attention of several special forces members around him.
After Yamamoto made a safe gesture, he continued to sleep against the big tree.
After autumn, it is still a bit cool at night, and the heavy rain during the day makes the entire valley look cold and humid.
After a while, a rustling sound came from the bushes on the side. The sound was not loud, but it seemed particularly bright in the wilderness.
Several nearby special forces members immediately raised their guns and stood on guard.
"Hokkaido crab."
A deep voice came from the bushes. After hearing this, the special forces members put away their guns and changed directions to be on guard.
The sound of "rustling" came from the bushes again, and then a man walked out of it. It seemed that this man was also a special operations team member.
Yamamoto saw the person coming and waved to him, motioning for him to come over.
The visitor nodded, then quickly came to Yamamoto's side and whispered, "Report to Colonel Yamamoto, the information has been investigated clearly."
"Say!" Yamamoto simply said one word.
"Hi! There is indeed an Eighth Route Army field hospital in the southwest of this valley."
"What scale?" Yamamoto continued to ask.
"The scale is ominous, the number of guards is ominous."
"Baga! Are you trash?" Yamamoto growled, feeling that he had waited here for two hours to get this result, which made him very dissatisfied.
"Hey! This subordinate is incompetent!"
The cold moonlight shone on Yamamoto's face. He was not angry, only calm. He did not slap his subordinates in the mouth like other Japanese officers, but said calmly, "Murakami, you don't have to admit your mistake first. Let's talk about your investigation first." Information."
"Hi!" Murakami lowered his head slightly and said, "My subordinates and Mr. Okamoto walked around the perimeter twice and found that the opponent's open and hidden sentries were very cleverly arranged. There was almost no way to sneak in. However, we investigated from a distance and found simple buildings. There are nine hospitals in total, and the garrison strength is estimated to be one platoon, with about thirty doctors and nurses, and the remaining patients are estimated to be about a hundred."
Yamamoto stared at Murakami in thought for a moment and asked, "Where is Okamoto?"
"He's still on the outside looking in."
Yamamoto nodded, picked up a branch on the ground, drew an "L" on the ground and said, "Now take Yasuo Ikeda and Okamoto with you, and then stay here waiting for the Eighth Route Army to evacuate, and then wait for the ambush."
"Hi!" Murakami lowered his head and accepted the order!
Yamamoto waved his hand, arranged another ambush point, and then sighed quietly.
This time he and Okazaki went out to hunt. In order to find the Eighth Route Army's arsenal, they forcibly divided the team of 500 people into more than 20 teams to search.
As a result, no arsenal was found, but a place suspected to be a field hospital was unexpectedly found, so Yamamoto's team of less than twenty people planned to conduct a sneak attack on it.
However, according to the information sent back by the scouts, it is obvious that this hospital is not small and not easy to fight.
After being hurt by Ding Wei, Yamamoto lost half of his elite troops, which made him more cautious towards the Eighth Route Army.
The intelligence said that a platoon had about sixty people, but he only had 18 people here. Although they were all elites, he didn't dare to fight hard this time because he couldn't afford to lose these elites.
Looking up at the bright moon and the deep starry sky, he grinned slightly, then waved to a communications soldier carrying a radio on his back, "Call the headquarters!"
"Hi!" The signal soldier received the order and immediately began to prepare to send the message.
"Yamamoto Special Forces, Colonel Yamamoto needs air support, target, Guaizigou, Eighth Route Army Field Hospital."
"Hi!" the signal soldier agreed and began to send the message.
Ten minutes later, the signal soldier said, "Report, the headquarters agrees to air support, but we need guidance."
Yamamoto raised his hand to look at the time and said, "Call back, we'll set fire to it in the middle of the night!"
On the dim road, only a car light illuminated the road not far ahead.
The mountain breeze was bleak, and filled Xiaohong's collar with an icy chill, making her shiver, and then she pressed her body tightly against Xu San's body.
The most despicable consequence is to get a heartless bite from Xiao Hong.
After twisting the accelerator, the motorcycle sped up. Xiaohong's body instantly fell back. He was so frightened that he quickly hugged Xu San tightly.
Xu San laughed weirdly, "Hey," and muttered in a low voice, "Play with me, you little girl is still too young."
"Hmph! What's wrong with tenderness? At least it's fresh!" Xiaohong said angrily.
Xu San didn't reply. Drunk driving, driving at night, and rugged mountain roads really left him without much energy to argue with Xiao Hong.
The speed of the car slowly slowed down and then stopped.
He took off his coat and handed it to Xiaohong, "Put it on first, you're as cold as a quail."
"Who is the quail? Who is the quail? I'm not cold because you drove too fast!" Although she was complaining, she still felt warm in her heart.
"Don't pull him down, you know I'm blocking the wind for you in front." After saying that, he pulled out a strong flashlight and shined it in front of him.
