under fire

Chapter 1645 Corpse Collection Team

The sun rises high.

The sunlight shone through the low wall onto Luo Fugui's forehead. He sniffed in his sleep and his triangular eyes suddenly opened.

Suddenly he turned over and sat up. He closed his eyes and poked his legs around the creaking kang. He poked his big feet back and forth twice... He couldn't find any shoes, so he went out barefoot.

bong...His head hit the only remaining door frame.

"Your grandma" Sleeping Canopy's eyes widened in anger.

At a glance, I saw white steam coming out of the roofless stove house, and several figures in the house were busy.

The triangular eyes immediately gleamed. Wang Xiaosan, Kong Zhizhong... and a man who was cooking porridge with no visible face. The three of them laughed at the sound.

He swept into the house in three steps and two in a whirlwind, reaching out to grab a stack of large cakes spread out.

Wang Xiaosan frowned. He didn't bother to care about Luo Fugui's bad behavior. It was useless to despise him, so he just let him embarrass himself in front of outsiders.

It was clear that the person cooking the porridge was the middle-aged leader of the puppet army whom he had seen last night.

He immediately expressed dissatisfaction: "Hey, stop, this is our three-day rations."

"Three days of rations?" Luo Fugui leaned over and sat down on the empty water tank next to him. He stuffed cakes into his mouth with one hand and muttered: "Follow me from now on. You can eat spicy food if you like it."

"Do you think you're a bandit? You still eat delicious food and drink spicy food." The middle-aged man said with contempt: "Eating two meals on the road, one porridge, one cold water and half a steamed bun, do you really think I don't know?"

"Huh?" Luo Fugui didn't care at all about this person's contemptuous tone and pretended to be surprised and asked, "What else do you know?"

"I don't know anything! If I hadn't stopped you last night, I would have wiped out all of you!" The middle-aged man stabbed the firewood into the kitchen, then got up and walked out the door: "What the hell?"

"Your grandma made me laugh so hard." Luo Fugui curled his lips and said, "You wiped us all out just by relying on your No. 100 bastards?"

"Look at your gangster spirit. If it weren't for the fact that the Eighth Route Army is sincere about fighting the Japanese, I would beat you all over the ground right now."

Kong Zhizhong did not expect that these two people would fight each other as soon as they met, so he quickly advised his side: "Fourth brother, please stop saying a few words."

"Wait a minute!" Luo Fugui interrupted Kong Zhizhong's words directly and stared at the leader of the puppet army: "You said... you want to beat me until I have teeth on the ground?"

"I just said, what do you want?"

Wang Xiaosan, who was watching the excitement, thought the mule was going to fight Kong Laosi.

Just about to persuade.

Luo Fugui's next words almost made him so embarrassed that he found a crack to get in on the spot.

"You can. If you are so capable, why don't you fight against the little devil?"

If you fight against the Japanese to your death, isn’t that looking for death?

Kong Laosi was choked by Luo Fugui and almost lost his temper: "Then don't hang out with us."

"Am I hanging out with you? I think highly of you."

"Haha, we don't need you to look down on us. If you have the guts, get out now." Fourth Master Kong went out angrily, not forgetting to add: "If you have the guts, don't eat the cake."

"Just eat it, I'll eat it, I'll make you mad"

Watching Kong Laosi leave triumphantly, Luo Fugui turned to Wang Xiaosan and asked, "You came here without any food?"

Which correspondent can carry a platoon's worth of food? I know this guy is asking questions knowingly.

Wang Xiaosan didn't want to deal with this guy: "What do you think?"

After a while, a puppet soldier ran to the kitchen door: "Uncle Zhizhong, the imperial army sent an order to our troops to advance north immediately."

Kong Zhizhong looked at Luo Fugui with an apologetic look: "We have to leave. How about leaving half of the rations for you?"

I mean, don't follow me

Luo Fugui shook his head: "No, we are free now anyway, let's go for a ride together!"

After saying that, he took out a piece of bacon from his backpack and said, "Make some meat porridge."

After half an hour.

The puppet troops left the village in chaos.

A puppet soldier saw a strong man like Marshal Tianpeng sitting on a mule cart pulling food in the team, and he was immediately unhappy: "Hey! You're a newcomer, don't you have any legs?"

The other one was more direct and pulled Luo Fugui's arm directly: "Is this where you sit? Come down quickly!"

Kong Zhizhong, who was walking behind the team, trotted forward and helplessly explained to his puppet soldiers: "Brother Luo has some inconvenience on his feet. Let him ride in the car."

The two puppet troops felt somewhat sympathetic and let go.

Without even noticing, Marshal Tianpeng had already raised his palm like a cattail leaf fan.

Wang Xiaosan, who was walking behind the mule cart, suppressed a smile and subconsciously touched the back of his neck.

"A few miles further will be Wang Shun's territory."

"Even the imperial army is no match for Wang Shun's department. If you go there at this time, you might be in trouble." Occasionally, I encountered a detective team member riding a bicycle on the road, and the other party showed off proudly.

"You're nothing to worry about. There's an imperial army in front of us. We're just here to go through the motions."

"I'm scaring you, everyone has already run away." After saying that, he pedaled his bicycle and sped away.

An hour later, the team had traveled nearly ten miles.

The village two miles ahead was still smoking.

The fields south of the village were full of Imperial Alliance troops. "Hey, it seems like there was a war in this place?"

"It doesn't seem like it, it's right here! The kid and Wang Shunbu had a big fight here last night." Luo Fugui, who was sitting in the car, had his eyes shining.

"It should be like this. The sound of gunfire has not stopped in the middle of the night." The puppet soldier who had pulled Luo Fugui out of the car nodded in agreement.

"Oh, Brother Luo, it seems that many imperial troops have died." A few slices of bacon made the puppet army driving the mule cart change his name to Brother Luo!

A group of puppet army officers stood on the roadside, waiting for the team to approach: "Brother Kong, your task today is to return the remains of the Imperial Army in the village to the city."

Become a corpse collection team?

The people in the village probably suffered as well.

Kong Zhizhong was in a heavy mood and had no choice but to order his men to continue walking towards the village ahead.

Before entering the village, you can smell the stench of corpses.

Puppet soldiers and detectives kept coming out of the village carrying corpses.

When a traitor detective saw Kong Zhizhong bringing people over, he immediately shouted: "What are you still doing standing around? Hurry into the village and help."

"What's going on?"

"We fought in the middle of the night yesterday, and the imperial army lost more than half of the squadron," the puppet army who entered the village first whispered.

"Fucking half of the squadron, only three escaped in total." Another puppet soldier curled his lips.

Under the white cloth, is that a Japanese corpse?

Marshal Tianpeng, who entered the village on a mule cart, immediately grinned with joy and jumped out of the mule cart.

"Brother Luo, you" The puppet soldier driving the car stared wide-eyed. How could you look injured?

Brother Luo was walking towards the village, mumbling something.

Turning around a courtyard wall, the guy's voice gradually became louder: "Urgent like a law, the Supreme Lord appears and knocks all these bitches down to the eighteenth level of the underworld."

"Don't take them to the road of hell with a bull-headed horse-face. They will stay here as lonely ghosts. They will never be reincarnated."

There were corpses covered with white sheets everywhere.

Luo Fugui sniffed. The smell was as bad as his grandma's.

The bodies of the puppet soldiers were of little interest.

After walking around several yards, I finally found one.

His eyes began to shine.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A detective team member in black yelled at the back of a tall and thick-set figure.

Luo Fugui had just taken out a pen from his military uniform pocket and was startled when he heard the sound.

He stuffed the pen back into the corpse's pocket, then turned back and said, "I'll sort out Taijun's remains."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"Calling their souls."

"Bullshit, I heard you say you can't be reborn!"

"What do you know? You don't know ghosts. Taijun believes in Amaterasu?"

"You know quite a lot."

"That's necessary!" Luo Fugui looked proud. Liu Yuanqing knew quite a lot.

It's just that I haven't figured it out yet, why does the little devil trust the aunt?

Could it be that my brother died early?

Liu Yuanqing also said that a man named Xu Fu took five hundred boys and girls to the Japanese island.

How come so many beasts were born?

The traitor then looked around at the other people who were stunned, covered his nose and said coldly: "Go on, sort out the remains of the imperial army."

Then he warned sternly: "If anyone dares to touch the relics of Taijun, be careful of your own life!"

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the village alley.

It fucking stinks.

He didn't notice it at all, right next to where he was standing just now.

Two pitch black bayonets were retracted into his sleeves.

"Hehe...this guy has a speedometer on him, absolutely original."

"How did you know?"

"Hehe, it's exactly the same as the one on the battalion commander's waist!"

"Fuck him?"

"Hehe...did it!"

"stop!"

"Hey, platoon leader, what's going on?"

"Grandma, get that watch back from that bitch's wrist...what did you just call me?"

"Hey, Ben... Oops..."

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