under fire

Chapter 49
The sun was so high that they came to Jiulian to line up in the sun, eat and distribute ammunition.

On the other side of the river, some old and weak people stood by the river, watching the crowded crowd of people in the chaotic Jiulian, like a lively market.

The cooking class was in full swing, and there was a lot of voices. More than 200 people were going out to perform tasks. Naturally, Jiulian had to manage food and grass. Fortunately, Jiulian didn't seem to be short of food.

Pots and stoves are placed everywhere in the open space, and the smoke is lingering. Although the old cow is tired, he is carrying a small cigarette stick and directing a group of people to do their old work, cursing and cursing, but it is not powerful.

The Qiufeng guerrilla brigade that came back earlier had shotguns replaced with guns, all Japanese-style rifles, and a crooked handle. Unfortunately, there were only a dozen soldiers, and the other soldiers were requisitioned by Colonel Lu.

Wang Peng was extremely reluctant to open his eyes, and only slept for more than an hour when Lao Qin woke him up: "Hurry up and refill the bullets and change the gun."

Bullets, change guns?The first time I went to the wine station, I used Chen Chongban to exchange [-] bullets, and this time I changed the gun?
Drowsiness about running out of the sky.

Just as I was about to go out, I felt embarrassed: "I said, Lao Qin, this, your company commander is not here, isn't it okay?"

"What's wrong, I have the final say." Lao Qin rarely raised his eyebrows.

It feels so good to feel at ease after holding back a belly of fire on the battlefield.

Wang Peng had four platoons, more than 100 people, most of them were old sleeves, plus a standard platoon with a big knife and shuttle. There are a bunch of red cherry guns, but there is no big knife.

Thirty rounds of ammunition per person, [-] rounds of ammunition for those who did not change their guns.

At this time, pretending to be a big-headed ghost is a fool. Wang Peng was embarrassed to go out, just like a mother-in-law who went to a rich son-in-law's house and took advantage of it.

The fighters are in full swing.

One by one, the soldiers turned the bulging bullet bags upside down, and threw the wooden sticks in the bullet bags to the ground. They looked around. They were all their own people, as if there were no friendly troops watching the fun.

Of the bullets piled on the ground, one person was thirty, and no soldier took more than one.

The soldiers touched the bullet bags, and they were filled with real bullets. They were happy. The legendary local tyrants should be like this. They looked at each other and their heads were almost on their butts.

The Guizi cavalry bullets seized this time are mainly [-]-caliber Youban bullets, and Wang Peng also wants some of them. There are still a few [-]-capacity bullets in the company, and there are not many [-]-caliber bullets seized in the north.

Hu Yi, the company commander, was not at home, and Lao Qin was in charge.Lao Qin gave Wang Peng the telescope he had been given.

Wang Peng was very excited. There was no battalion commander for this thing. It was unclear what mission he came here for this time.

At this time, there is no problem in letting him go to the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​​​fire.

The same thing happened in other places. The time was urgent. The leaders of the five troops met, all waiting for Lao Qin to speak, and then set off.

Pan Zhuzi looked at the unfamiliar team on the opposite side, the middle-aged man with Japanese-style equipment and the leading peasant.

Lao Qin coughed and cleared his throat, "Company Commander Hu is blocking the devils in Dongxia Village, and Colonel Lu has already gone to meet him. He followed the mountain road out of Lvshuipu, and there were militiamen leading the way. I forgot to introduce it. This is the Qiufeng Guerilla Brigade in the neighboring county. Captain Meng."

After Lao Qin got over his addiction to being the head of the regiment, his speech became short.

Captain?Battalion level, wine station and militia?
There was silence all around.

"Hello everyone, just call me Lao Meng." In truth, he looked awkwardly at the soldiers in the same class behind him, and the squad leader was about the same.

"We are the wine station militia!" A group of coquettish voices, messed up and nervous.

A variety of guns, gray military uniforms of different shades.

militia?

Lao Niu and Pan Zhuzi are together and have no communication.

The nine company is just a cow, a brigade of more than a dozen people, petite militia, and the bullets in the bag are real. The regiment commander ordered the troops to rush to the wine station.

A large group of Wang Peng was restrained at the very edge. The soldier carrying a machine gun was at the front, his chest was high, his body was straight, three magazines were in his deputy, a gun barrel was on his back, he was empty-handed, and a bayonet was hung on his back belt. ,rock.

salute!One command.

The right hand hangs down naturally to hold the gun, swipe the left arm horizontally in front of the chest, the left hand is straight together, and the palm is down.

As for the object of the salute, I don't know.

"We are x regiment x company, I'm company commander Wang Peng!" A salute can make you nervous, which is rare.

"The independent regiment is three in a row, Pan Zhuzi."

Cooking class old cow

health team
Guard class
logistics department
in a row
Except for the wounded soldiers and the three family guarding companies, the independent regiment is complete.

There is chaos, people turn their backs on horses, and dust circles around them.

The female soldiers lined up and took the lead. In the attention of the team, they were fully armed and their gray mottled uniforms hurried out.

In the middle of the day, the security forces in one place were still sleeping soundly. Hu Yi sat quietly under the trees surrounded by broken walls. The pain in his back was relieved a lot. The military hat is slowly bent into an arc, and it is carefully worn, and the brim of the hat is pressed down to cover most of the light.

Wearing black clothes and an Eighth Route Army cap is so awkward.

The hot wind was blowing, the treetops were rustling, and the snoring was in the ears. The remains of the Eighth Army at the entrance of the village were buried in the trenches dug by their own hands.

A few crooked characters are written on a piece of wood, carved with a knife, and three points into the wood: the tomb of the revolutionary soldier Jiulian Wu Stone, and another line on the right bottom: Jiulian!
Luo Fugui stretched, smashed his mouth, and pulled out two large bags from the pit.

A big bag of buns took out one, and when it just reached his mouth, he put it close to his nose, with a sour smell, and threw it along with the bag to Banxian who was sleeping soundly.

He took out a can, opened it skillfully, looked around, hesitated for a moment, and threw it to Hu Yi, who had just finished the leggings: "Boss"

Unlike other puppet troops, the Xinglong Town Security Army has always survived on the battlefield.

Their requirements are not high, they are fed, clothed, and sleepy. It seems that it is not bad to get into Jiulian as an established system. Jiulian can meet all their requirements. As for helping fellow villagers, it does not seem to be a problem.

Under the sun, a half-old girl came out of the dilapidated room with a flower braid, and appeared in front of Hu Yi dirty: "Fox, someone came over from the east, wearing black clothes, it is estimated that it is a plainclothes team."

"How many?" Hu Yi raised his head, expressionless.

"Six, two miles away."

The mule next to him heard the plainclothes team: "Grandma's, I just want to get a bargain, Boss Hu, how about I go for a shuttle?"

It seems that the sky has changed, and the lazy Luo Fugui will take the initiative to propose, of course, it also depends on who it is.

Hu Yi
The little girl took out half a chicken from the bag, threw it to Luo Fugui, and asked Hu Yi, "Are you seriously injured?"

Hu Yi didn't want to move, and thought for a while: "Tell Banxian to detain the person."

"Stop, what are you doing?"

"Detective team!" The man in black at the entrance of the village wiped the sweat from his forehead.

On the way over, I met a few groups of security troops returning to the camp. I knew that there was still a class left in the village, and I was relieved to see a dirty security army emerge from the village.

"Isn't it too hot to drive under the sun?" The six men in black felt a tinge of coolness in their fiery hearts when they saw someone caring about them for the first time.

"Captain, let's come over and take a look!" The six plainclothes team rubbed against the shade of the tree.

"Is there anyone behind?"

"There's a fart, it's a cat in Xinglong Town." Holding his hat, he fluttered up and down.

"Hey, do you have anything to eat?"

"Grandma's, I thought you had it!"

"How about some sour buns?"

The traitors thought that the security forces seemed to be pretty good too.

"Is that thing edible?" A detective team member despised, pulled out a cloth bag from behind, and something fluttered in the bag: "I caught two chickens on the road, and I'll give them to you."

These security forces in Xinglong Town are killing gods and have a good relationship.

(End of this chapter)