Sword life

Chapter 18: Shoot When You Should

"Your Excellency, Commander, after careful searching, we found a soldier of the Chinese ghost army and found the location of the ghost army." The little devil's captain was a little stuttering when he was excited. This is the commander of the imperial army, and he needs to look up to himself exist!
Xiangyue Qingsi was overjoyed: "Yo Xi, where do they work!"

"These Chinese troops are hiding in Zhaojiayuli, which has been abandoned, so no one pays attention."

"Swoosh, it turned out to be hidden in our blind spot. No wonder, we didn't expect that who would care about a piece of ruins!" Xiangyue Qingji felt refreshed and lifted his spirits.

"Now, it is the end of this ghost army. Order the 11th Regiment and Yidao Detachment to divide into two routes, north and south, and advance to attack the Chinese ghost army!"

"Hi!" Several staff officers immediately bowed their heads and took orders.

"Hahaha, now, I want to see where the ghost army is going!"

cluck!An old hen broke free from its basket, ran under a pair of military boots, and was grabbed by a large hand.

"Big" Zhang Gang was about to return the hen to the original owner, and a look of fear was reflected in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I honor this chicken to the Taijun." The peasant woman looked desperate, knowing that the little devil is cruel, if one is bad, even the person will be gone.

Zhang Gang's complexion sank, and he stuffed a silver dollar into the peasant woman's arms: "Hurry up and go, there will be death!"

The peasant woman held onto the silver dollar tightly and quickly disappeared at the end of the dirt road.

Zhang Gang looked at the back of the peasant woman and was in a daze for a long time. The cruelty of the little devil was reflected from the side of these simple ordinary people.

Wait, wait until night, and see how I deal with you.

Zhang Gang couldn’t help turning his head back, his eyebrows furrowed: “I said monk, you’re wrong, I’m here to drink the northwest wind, you can eat it alone, hey, you dare to eat it, You save some for me."

Wei Dayong stuffed a chicken thigh into his mouth, his mouth was full of oil, his cheeks were bulging, his mouth was vague, and he wanted to match another piece of chicken breast.

Zhang Gang became anxious immediately, the old hen without any additives in the original ecology, you can eat half of it by yourself!
Immediately, Zhang Gang exerted all his strength, held Wei Dayong down, and snatched a piece of chicken breast.

The chicken has a firm Q-bomb at the entrance, and the juice bursts when you bite into it. This is the chicken. What I ate back then was firewood chicken!
While the two were fighting, smoke and dust billowed up in the distance, and cars drove over.

Zhang Gang stuffed the remaining chicken leg into his mouth, took a sip of the chicken soup, felt refreshed, and wanted to find someone to fight with.

Wei Dayong and the others held on to Garland, ready to fight at any time. After all, this checkpoint can only accommodate a dozen people, and the extra people are hidden in the small woods half a mile away. If there is a real fight, there is no hope.

The truck barely stopped when it reached the railing. The front of the truck was almost stuck to the railing. The window was rolled down. A little devil showed half of his head, and frivolously made a gesture of raising the railing.

Zhang Gang took a good look at the convoy a long time ago. The five trucks should be full of little devils. Based on the calculation of 12 people in one truck, there should be two teams in total.

Because of this point, it is not worthwhile for the little devil to reveal his identity, Zhang Gang walked up to the railing with a smile on his face, and was about to lift the rail to let him go, when he heard someone cursed softly in the car behind.

"He fucked a leg, where is the little devil going to send us?"

Although the voice of this sentence was soft, it fell to Zhang Gang's ears like a loud thunder. This is not the little devil's troop carrier, but the little devil's vehicle for escorting prisoners of war.

Zhang Gang's hand on the railing suddenly let go, strode to the front of the first car, pulled the door, and dragged the flirtatious little devil off.

"Yoxi, Baga, what are you doing!" the little devil was furious.

The next moment, Zhang Gang slapped eight leaking slaps, making the little devil dizzy.

"Baga, I, a witness of the Battle of Xinkou, a preparatory student of Lu Da, and the blood of Marshal Kodama, seeing the imperial soldiers so loose, I am really heartbroken."

After Zhang Gang finished speaking, the little devils in the cars behind were stunned.

Regardless of their status, they are not comparable to the guards like them. The little devil who was beaten suddenly lost his anger and bowed ninety degrees to apologize: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I was wrong!"

"Baga, you haven't realized the seriousness of the problem until now. In the battle of Taiyuan, so many imperial warriors sacrificed. Did you get doubled laziness in return?"

"Hey, it's our fault!" More than a dozen little devils bowed deeply, apologizing to Zhang Gang.

With Zhang Gang's gesture, more than a dozen people including Wei Dayong rushed forward, one by one, and killed all these little devils.

[You killed a Japanese garrison: reward 100 points! 】

[Your subordinates killed 650 Japanese guards, reward [-] points! 】

Zhang Gang didn't have time to look at this, so with a gesture, he and Wei Dayong and others rushed into the little devil's car separately to check if there were any remaining little devils.

As soon as he got in the car, Zhang Gang was stunned. The car was full of people. A truck normally holds fifteen people, but there are at least forty or fifty people in this car!

Due to the overcrowding, many people have lost consciousness, just shaking with the vehicle body.

"Monk, call someone!"

an hour later..

"Zhang Battalion Commander, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have suffocated to death in the car." A big man from Shandong leaned on the stretcher, holding Zhang Gang's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

"Old Fan, we are all people who beat devils. I won't say too many polite words. Let's eat some canned beef to replenish our strength. We will continue to fight with little devils at night!" Zhang Gang patted Fan Meng and went smoothly Take the air bubbles off his shoulders.

[Sword +1]

This is the last prisoner of war rescued, 230 five people, [-] bubbles collected.

The ones with air bubbles are those who are grateful, and the ones without air bubbles naturally have different thoughts. Zhang Gang knows it well. The ones with air bubbles are enough for canned beef. The ones without air bubbles are sorry. Eat or not.

After the big guys finished their meal, Zhang Gang cleared his throat: "Brothers, it is fate to meet you here, and I won't say much else. If you want to leave, I will send you money. If you want to beat the devil with me, stand up." !"

In the light of the fire, more than 100 men took up their positions, and those who did not stand up were a little cramped, hiding in places where the light of the fire could not reach.

There are more people than expected. It can be seen that some people don't agree with themselves so much, but they still agree with fighting devils very much.

"Okay, those friends who don't want to stay, I won't stay, you can go now, I believe, one day, you will come back and fight with us!"

Dozens of people staggered away from the checkpoint. Zhang Gang waved his hand, and several soldiers quickly brought up bundles of rifles.

They are all [-]-[-]% new [-]-year-old guns, and the experience of gunpowder not only does not detract from the charm of guns, but makes them more fascinating.

Then, two crooked handles and three grenade launchers were solemnly placed in the middle.

The breathing of Fan Meng and the others suddenly became heavy!
(End of this chapter)