under fire

Chapter 688
After taking root in Xinglong Town, Battalion Commander Wang has been losing his luck. The first time he showed his face in Xinglong Town the year before last, he was beaten up by the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.

Last year when the Eighth Route was besieged and suppressed, the Eighth Route took advantage of the loopholes and ended up in the old nest, and then lost troops again when chasing the Eighth Route.

When the action team first found him, he sadly reconsidered the righteousness of the nation.

But in his heart, he has been brooding about the three defeats by the Eighth Route Army. This time he went out to sweep and only caught a few Eighth Route spies. Battalion Commander Wang felt very bored.

Several instructors of the Imperial Army stayed at his battalion headquarters and warmly invited Battalion Commander Wang to drink.

The Liquor King Battalion Commander, who was as pale as water, really couldn't arouse any interest, so he hurriedly used an excuse to inspect the scattered ministries, and finally slipped out of the temporary battalion headquarters in the village with the adjutants and guards he had picked up with his own hands.

Battalion Commander Wang was walking in the field, looking at the adjutant next to him: "You said the half-immortal brought eight ways to recruit us?"

"They came sneakily last night. They brought a company commander named Gao from the Independence Regiment. I didn't like him, so I told him to get out! The few brought by Banxian all escaped from us. soldiers, I took them down"

Battalion Commander Wang looked at the village in front of him: "No one else knows about this?"

"Except for our old brothers, no one knows their identities. The higher-ups contacted us some time ago. Look... what should we do about this?" The adjutant wiped his neck.

Battalion Commander Wang shook his head: "Hey, we are in Cao Ying and our hearts are in Han. Killing the half-immortal will not do us any good? Can we still offer their heads to those three-inch men?"

The adjutant thought for a while: "The half-immortal is an old fritter, and he is used to playing around with the wind. With our current status, we really don't need to do that, but he may know about our opium sales!"

"There are not many of our old brothers who joined the army together. If he is willing to follow the Eighth Route, let him go. There has been no movement from all parties. He should not know about it. You have to be careful. Don't pass it on."

"I will be careful. By the way, Battalion Commander, I just feel that our national army has made contact. If we continue to flirt with each other, if this happens, the imperial army will not be able to explain it to us!"

"You know what a fart, we let the half-immortal go, it's to give the Eight Roads a face, and we don't take their line, this is called keeping things on the line, no matter who gets the power in the future, we will all have a good life, you foolish brain You understand."

The adjutant's eyes lit up: "It's still the battalion commander, you are thoughtful!"

"Just know it, let it rot in your stomach."

The two entered the village while they were talking, and the adjutant took Battalion Commander Wang straight to the courtyard where the prisoners were held.

Battalion Commander Wang looked at the people in the room with their hands tied behind their backs, and couldn't help but sneered, "I say half-immortal. Cough cough."

Battalion Commander Wang covered his nose: "I said half-immortal hehehe...you unlucky bastard...what kind of ecstasy soup did Eight Roads pour on you to act as a lobbyist for them?"

The half-immortal who was tied and sitting on the ground quickly wiped tears of sadness on his knees, and cried aggrievedly: "Old leader, you have to make decisions for me, I am a human being in the Jianghu, I can't help myself!" what."

When battalion commander Wang saw that this guy played the emotional card as soon as they met, his eyes widened immediately: "Hey. Do you think this place has good geomantic omen? Believe it or not, I asked my brothers to bury you alive right now?"

"Hey, don't believe me!" Banxian shrank his neck.

"Oh, you are a frivolous bastard, do you really think that I am a soft-hearted person?" Battalion Commander Wang turned around and said, "Come on, dig a hole outside the village immediately!"

"Hey, hey, stop pretending, let's get down to business first." Banxian was upset, he was an old brother who crawled out of a pit, if he didn't like to watch Feng Shui, he wouldn't be flattering, maybe he would have become a Head of the.

Battalion Commander Wang squatted in front of the half-immortal, and didn't let anyone let go: "Fart, let go."

Banxian was not polite at all: "I said, head, can you get me something to eat first, I'm so hungry that my chest is on my back."

Battalion Commander Wang told the adjutant: "Go and get some good things!"

After the adjutant went out, Battalion Commander Wang turned around and untied Banxian himself: "If it weren't for the fact that you have been with me for many years, I would have peeled your skin today, and I will arrange an easy job for you. You take care of the logistics, your mother disappeared after a fight."

"Hey, commander, the envoy will come soon after the two armies are at war."

"You're a fart envoy, you are a deserter under Lao Tzu's command."

"We came out of a trench. Besides, I blocked a bullet for you a few years ago."

"Don't talk about the old rotten millet. At this juncture, you actually led the Eighth Route to attack Lao Tzu? Are you afraid that Lao Tzu will destroy his relatives righteously?" Hearing this guy bring up the past, Commander Wang finally held back The thought of killing this former subordinate, unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer old brothers around him.

Soon, the adjutant brought a puppet soldier into the house with a basket of steamed buns.

Banxian was not polite at all, and directly pulled two of them, stuffing one in his pocket and stuffing the other in his mouth.

Battalion Commander Wang rolled his eyes as he watched Banxian swallowed by the white flour steamed buns: "Mother, slow down, are you reincarnated from starvation?"

Banxianguan poured half a pot of water into his mouth, wiped his mouth, "Hey, Balu is poor, now they eat twice a day instead."

The adjutant next to him glanced at Battalion Commander Wang, and interjected, "They're all our old brothers. The current situation is difficult. Why don't you give them a chance?"

"Untie!" Battalion Commander Wang ordered to untie the other eight roads in the house. He remembered clearly that these people used to be his subordinates, but they were abducted by the eight roads.

Battalion Commander Wang looked at the restless people: "Hurry up and eat. When you're full, go back and tell Balu a word, saying that Balu ate the last meal and didn't finish. Our brothers can't bear that crime. Let them In the future, don't take Lao Tzu's idea, let alone dawdle in front of Lao Tzu's eyes."

Banxian hit the snake with a stick: "Battle Commander, can you give us back the gun?"

Battalion Commander Wang was annoyed: "Do you think I'm interested in your broken gun? Hurry up and get out, you two-faced bastard, if I see you again next time, I'll just dig a hole and bury you all alive. "

"Okay, then I have to choose a place with good geomantic omen first!" Banxian said nonchalantly, calling out to Balu who stuffed steamed buns in his mouth, and prepared to leave.

Seeing Banxian disappearing outside the courtyard with a few Eight Routes, Battalion Commander Wang was deeply moved.

In these years, those who can become battalion commanders naturally have some real skills.

It's okay to form a good relationship with Balu, but is it stupid to want Laozi to mess with Balu?
You don't open your eyes to look around, I used to be a dignified regular army, how can I mess with you bandits who drink northwest wind in the mountains?Where should I put my old face?

It doesn't matter who is being double-decker.

Playing smoothly is also a kind of skill, which is called judging the situation and taking advantage of the situation.

Of course, those who don't play well are called the two ends of the snake mouse. The boat will capsize in the gutter.

The sky was slowly darkening, and it was almost dark.

boom.
Bang bang bang.
After a sudden gunshot came from the south, the gunfire became dense in an instant.

Battalion Commander Wang walked from the back room to the yard, looked up at the moon that was already high in the sky: "Where to shoot? Hurry up and send someone to investigate!"

"Yes!" The orderly on standby in the yard quickly answered, and ran out of the yard.

Not long after, the messenger hurried back to the courtyard: "Report to the battalion commander, an unknown team was found in the south from behind us and in front of us. It may be the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army or the guerrillas of the national army!"

"From east to west? Isn't this entering our encirclement?"

Battalion Commander Wang was stunned for a moment and asserted: "Unidentified? What is unknown identity? Who else dares to challenge us at this moment except Balu?"

The orderly quickly complimented: "What you said, battalion commander, the brothers over there said that the military uniforms worn by that team are the same as ours now. It's just that the sky is a bit dark and the distance is a bit far, so they didn't see it clearly."

Battalion Commander Wang frowned: "How many people are there?"

"Less than a hundred."

Battalion Commander Wang nodded immediately, and educated the adjutant: "Just such a small team. It must be the Eighth Route Army. You idiots, think about it more. If it is the national army who came, under the sweeping sweep of the imperial army, how many people are there?" If one battalion was missing, the mountain would have been scattered with rabbits, how can we still fight guerrillas here?"

The adjutant nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice: "Xie Battalion Commander for teaching."

"Assemble the troops immediately, follow the established plan to pursue overnight!" Battalion Commander Wang finished speaking, and kicked the orderly next to him: "Fuck off, go and find out the news!"

"The imperial army asked us to clean up the law and order, saying that our operation this time is mainly to deal with small groups of guerrillas. If we find the main force of the Eighth Route, we must report it immediately, and the imperial army will take action in person." The adjutant hesitated for a moment.

"Then do you want to inform the imperial army when you go to the latrine?"

"Hey, I see."

"Beep, beep." A whistle sounded, and a broken voice shouted loudly in the village: "Urgent assembly!"

(End of this chapter)