under fire

Chapter 956 Model Fortress
early spring.

Dots of green tenaciously appear in the deserted fields.

The dirt road between the wilderness leads directly to the gun tower of the blockade ditch in the west.

On the road more than ten miles east of the blockade ditch going south to north, six mule carts picked up a cloud of dust and headed west.

Villagers with gray and white towels on their heads sat on the frame of the cart, their braids shaking in their hands, and they yelled loudly.

Not far behind the convoy, followed closely by a group of ordinary people.

Su Qing and Lao Zhou were at the forefront of the team. Not far behind them, a middle-aged man led the accompanying team of more than twenty people with heavy steps.

On both sides of the road, soldiers with loose vigilance waved their arms from time to time in the distance to signal safety.

At the end of the line, the monkey led a long line of recruits, and stood guard from a distance.

Looking at the backs of Su Qing and Lao Zhou in front, the middle-aged man lowered his voice: "It seems that they want to pretend to attack the gun tower and cover us from crossing the blockade ditch!"

The escort captain next to him nodded: "If there is any accident at that time, you take the goods to the north, and I will lead people to stop the enemy."

The middle-aged man said calmly, "It's a matter of great importance, so be careful!"

The captain thought for a while: "Since there may be danger, why did you agree to cross the blockade during the day?"

"They are the team arranged by the superiors. Since they say they can cross the blockade during the day, they are just a chance to see what the independent regiment has!"

The captain smiled wryly: "I always feel like I'm on a pirate ship..."

"We are in an enemy-occupied area. If we leave them, our eyes will be blackened, and the risk will be even greater."

"Sir, I think of something."

"What's the matter?"

"Didn't Secretary Zhao say last night that the independent group has made a lot of money in the past two years..."

"It's a matter of confidentiality, don't gossip about it." The middle-aged man waved his hand to stop: "Pay attention to vigilance, and increase the distance between the teams."

"Yes"

The distance to the gun tower in front was getting closer and closer, and the two in front didn't seem to take it seriously at all.

The young captain slowed down and frowned: "They don't seem to have plans to build a tower."

Looking at the two people in front of them walking directly towards the blockhouse: "It seems... plan to tell the enemy in the blockhouse that we are named Lao Bai, and get in there?"

"Chief, to be honest, this method is actually not bad."

"They did a good job with the puppet army!"

"Be careful of sailing for ten thousand years. Even if something happens, the gun tower is not big. As long as you can get close, you can take it down..." The young captain looked up and down the gun tower, and began to think about how to take it down.

Be confident.

"Look and talk, pay attention to vigilance."

"You said eighty times to be careful."

"You kid dare to talk back to me?"

"what's the matter"

The gun tower is in sight.

The captain who had been expressing his intentions couldn't help muttering: "Hey, the people above seem to be waving."

"Shut up, I'm not blind."

The suspension bridge over the blockade creaked down.

The mule cart ahead drove straight through the wide and deep blockade.

It seems that no other ordinary people have passed here.

everything seems to be going well
The captain began to observe the blockade ditch: "I think the ditch is about six meters wide, and the depth is estimated to be five or six meters, at least two stories high! If you fall, it will be difficult to climb up!"

It was very lively outside the blockhouse, a few people dressed as villagers seemed to be cooking for the puppet army!
Talking and laughing with the puppet army by the suspension bridge.

Seeing that the distance from the gun tower was less than 50 meters, the team used to seeing big scenes quietly became nervous, and the team changed their formation inadvertently.

Suddenly someone on the top of the turret whispered: "&@#￥"

"What the hell are you talking about?" the black-faced villager who was burning the fire below the gun tower raised his head and cursed.

"No, who dares to scold the devil?" The captain standing next to the middle-aged man frowned.

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

A ghost ran out of the gun tower
The head of the shell gun clicked softly.

That devil, in broken Chinese, asked the fireman: "When is uncle eating?"

"Be careful... Devil..." With a low shout, the team of more than [-] people stopped immediately, stood stupidly on the east side of the blockhouse, and became nervous.

"Go, go, go...it's not for you!" The fireman waved his hand and shouted at the devil, then turned to look at Su Qing and Lao Zhou who had approached: "The meal will be ready soon!"

"I said, Lao Qin, do you want to come here for dinner?" Lao Zhou walked towards the fireman: "Hurry up and arrange people to move the tables out of the blockhouse, they have to hurry after eating..."

The jaw of the middle-aged man in the back dropped directly, he only heard the first half, what Lao Qin was behind...he didn't understand.

However, he figured out one thing: he passed through the enemy's blockade ditch countless times, and it was the first time he heard that the gun tower had a guard
Hey. It seems to smell the tangy smell of meat.

Immediately afterwards, another person came out of the room...

Fuck, devil officer!

Just put down the muzzle and then raise it.

"Officer Su" smiled all over his face, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the person we are going to escort?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." Old Zhou Zhuan, who was taking a look at the pot beside him, scolded.

Pu Buhuan raised his eyebrows: "When the time comes, don't look for me for running errands!"

Su Qing's face turned cold: "How did you talk?"

Park Buhuan quickly squeezed a smiley face: "Hey, let me tell you, that Sister Su, do you have any news about Brother Hu when you come back this time?"

Lao Zhou ignored Pu Buhuan, turned around and asked Lao Qin, "Is there any meat in the blockhouse?"

"Uh..." Lao Qin raised his head: "There should be two more. Monkey and the others got a few pigs from the city and kept some here."

"Then cook more."

"Okay." After Lao Qin finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Pu Buhuan who was walking around the pot.

"I'll do it!" Pu Buhuan was overjoyed, jumped into the gun tower, and quickly came out with a piece of pork, threw it on the chopping board next to the pot, and cut it with a knife.

A large group of diced meat was thrown into the large iron pot.

"Cook it thicker." After Su Qing finished speaking, she turned and faced the hesitating team by the gun tower.

The captain standing next to the middle-aged man muttered with a serious expression: "That guy is a master! Either the independent regiment has passed the enemy, or they really took down this blockhouse!"

The middle-aged man half-closed his eyes, and spoke after a long while, with a deep voice: "It seems that we underestimated the independent group."

"One thing I don't understand. If they really took down the turret, why did they let us know? Wouldn't it be better for him to develop quietly?"

"It's really risky for them to do this. Maybe the independent regiment did it on purpose." The middle-aged man's eyes did not shift, and he looked at the turbulent gun tower with more respect in his eyes: "We have always attacked and recruited the enemy, maybe …there is a better way to develop base areas.”

Seeing that Su Qing was approaching, no one spoke.

"Everyone has passed by, don't just be dumb, go and have a look." The middle-aged man lifted his legs forward.

After walking a few steps, I saw a wooden plaque hanging on the door of the blockhouse, with four large characters on it: Model Blockhouse
In the next few small characters, signed: Ji Provincial Gendarmerie Command!

The middle-aged man almost fell down.

The stew was gurgling in the pot, and the tempting aroma continued to come out.

Smell the meat, swallow saliva...

(End of this chapter)