under fire

Chapter 802 Optimistic wounded

The morals of the world have long been corrupted, and most of the people on the plain have fled, but it does not mean that these desolate lands have not been completely devoid of people.

Even if the timid escaped, they would probably die on the way, and the bold simply stayed.

In the early spring night, the weather is still cold.

The gunshots on the plain continued from afternoon to night, and the troubled times were bold, and spies from all walks of life near the battlefield gathered together.

Except for the ghosts and eight roads, the gods from all walks of life can no longer hold back. Snakes have their own way, and rats have their way. If the information is not well-informed, they will not be able to gain a foothold on the plain.

Most of the people in the Eighth Road Division received the news in advance and moved east. This barren land is uninhabited for ten miles. Combing and sweeping is a joke. The devils and puppet soldiers hurriedly walked around and returned to the county. Great place to base.

The intelligence network left on the plain slowly reported the information to a certain village in the base area.

Oil lamps were lit in a dilapidated courtyard house, and a middle-aged man by the dilapidated table frowned and pointed at the map: "You said that Li Huanzhang and the others were being targeted by bandits here?"

"Yes, the correspondent asked for reinforcements, saying that they had taken over 100 bandit captives and captured a lot, and they were surrounded by devils."

"How many bandits are here?"

"The specific strength of the troops is unknown. The intelligence personnel discovered that a bandit team of more than 100 people had gone to Dahan Village in advance at night. Clamp back and forth."

"Li Huanzhang is a smart man, so he shouldn't be easily ambushed by bandits." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Boss, you are very predictable. According to the correspondent, they should have moved to Shawo Village by now."

"When did the team we added to the independent regiment leave?"

"I left after dark. If there is no accident, it will be near Li Huanzhang, but most of them don't have guns."

The middle-aged man slapped the table: "Let's go, let's take a company to reinforce! If you dare to think about us, this time we must take the opportunity to beat up those bandits, so that they will be afraid when they hear the word "Balu" in the future!"

"I'll just go, you still stay and take care of the house."

"Well, be careful."

The order had been issued, and Li Huanzhang led people to guard the perimeter, and finally gathered more than [-] numbers.

The militiamen divided into groups and nervously dug ditches on the various roads entering the village. Some followed the Eighth Route fighters, looking for shooting positions everywhere.

The captives and wounded bandits were all gathered in a yard, and a fire was lit in the yard, and all of them were also gathered in the yard.

There are densely packed people everywhere.

The militiamen are not stupid, as long as the bandit brigade arrives, these guys will probably find ways to riot!

So they didn't stay with these prisoners at all, but set up a security position outside the yard. A soldier was holding a torch, standing at the gate of the yard, with his fingers on the ring of the grenade, and the grenade was shaking left and right. , Seeing all the bandits trembling in fear.

That person was still in awe: "Hey, listen up, everyone! Food and drinks will be delivered to you. If anyone wants to make a small move, as long as they go out of this door, the hundreds of guns outside the gate of my compound will kill him." Beat it into a sieve, listen to those who want to climb over the wall, as long as one emerges from the wall of this courtyard, I will throw this grenade into the courtyard, and see how you die when the time comes!"

The method Li Huanzhang thought of was very simple, let the bandits mark the people themselves, in that way, whoever climbs over the wall will definitely be dragged back by others!

The other yard not far away was not small in size, the original owner should be the landlord of the village, and a hundred or so wounded from the first battalion, the second battalion, and the ninth battalion Wangpeng battalion gathered together, and it was only slightly crowded.

A fire was lit in the spacious main room, and a group of people were lying on the ground around the fire, sitting in a circle with their backs against the wall. There were seriously wounded people lying on the beds in the rooms on both sides, and the ground was still in a group.

The villagers who helped deliver the supplies were unrolling the bedding rolls to cover the wounded.

A bloody smell filled the air, and the smell of sweaty feet immediately filled the air with more people.

A soldier of the Second Battalion lying on the bed in the side room of the house was yelling at the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion sitting next to him on the ground: "Hey, let me tell you. Didn't you get a hole in your leg by the devil? You should still be able to shoot. What time is it now? Are you embarrassed to stay here?"

The man from the Ninth Battalion turned his head and glanced at the man from the Second Battalion: "I'm a machine gunner, do you see this machine gun?"

"Machine gunner? How could your mother's machine gunner be shot in the calf by a devil? If he was shot, it should be the bandit's machine gun that fired you, right?"

"Then why did your mother get hit in the ass by the enemy again? Could it be that you pointed your butt at those bandits on the battlefield?"

"I was shot lying on the ground." The person from the second company turned his head to look at the other lying on the Ninth Camp: "What about you, you were shot in the arm, at least you can run. How can you have your face brought back? !"

The one on the ground with his arms tied to his chest had a pained expression on his face, as if he didn't hear it at all.

"Didn't you see that his arm was blown off by the bandit's mortar?" The man from the Ninth Battalion who spoke before was angry: "You are a two-manner, with such poor skills, you don't know how to go out and do something. Business?"

"Forget it, I can't even sit now, so I don't bother to tell you."

"Then can't you lie down and shoot?"

"Hey, what you said seems to make sense." The second battalion's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted outside: "Come here!"

A boy with the appearance of a villager immediately appeared at the door: "Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Hurry up and lift me to the roof, I want to beat the bandits!"

The young man was serious: "My father said, you are the wounded, and it is not your turn to go to the battlefield before we are all dead!"

"Who is your father?"

The young man thought for a while and puffed up his chest: "Company Commander Zhou of the Pei village soldier team of the district team"

"Militia company commander? Then do you know how many bandits have come?"

The boy shook his head: "I don't know."

"Where is the bandit now?"

"do not know."

"Then hurry up and get me my gun!"

"I don't know where your gun is"

"I'm asking you if you don't know anything, are you a dry-cooked person?"

"No, I ate a piece of beef last night. It tastes good. If you want to eat it, I'll get it for you." The boy said sincerely, then turned and left the house.

Seeing this man say to get beef, all the wounded soldiers in the room were stunned. In the battle the day before yesterday, quite a few horses were killed. Although only salt was put, the taste of the horse meat was really strong.
The boy said he was going to get beef?Regardless of beef and horse meat, all the wounded immediately produced fluid under their tongues, and half of their injuries were healed.

Not long after, the young man who went out came into the house with a pile of wood.

The person on the bed couldn't help asking: "Aren't you going to get the beef?"

The young man was embarrassed: "Uncle Zheng and the others are still cooking, saying that it is not yet cooked."

"By the way, this village has been burned several times by the enemy. Where did you find the wood?"

The young man started to set up wood and prepared to light a fire: "It was dug out when digging the trench."

"Trenches? You said the militia dug trenches?"

The boy blushed: "Don't underestimate people"

"Don't worry, I said this wood looks a bit like a coffin at first glance?"

The person from Jiuying next to him immediately sneered: "There is no grave on the road at the entrance of the village, how could it be possible to dig out the coffin? I really don't know much."

"I'm talking to him, don't care about your business? Besides, who stipulates that you can't bury people under the road?"

"You know what a fart, buried at the intersection and trampled by thousands of people, the ancestors can't stand up for generations."

"According to what you say, we will bury all the devils under the road from now on."

A wounded man on the ground scolded again: "I said you are a fool, you can't put the firewood next to me if you want to light a fire, right?"

Everyone turned their heads, and by the firelight reflected in the main room, they saw that the boy was in a hurry, and the pile of wood was placed next to the wounded.

"Isn't this turning into a roast pig?" Someone laughed.

"How can you call your comrade a pig? What kind of consciousness do you have?" A certain wounded soldier stopped him seriously.

Hahahaha
They even laughed together, a series of laughter, making everyone in the floor seem to forget the physical pain.

The person from the second battalion asked again: "Hey, boy, how old are you?"

"fourteen!"

"Ever fired a gun?"

"I haven't played it, but I have touched it a few times. I have a shuttle!"

"Well, you hurry up and call Li Huanzhang over, and tell him that I have something to call on him."

This chapter is over.

Special thanks to: Hanjiang Chuxue, Tiejun 1992
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