Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 104 Fighting poison with poison
"Sir, is it really possible?" A veteran asked tentatively.

"Nonsense, if you dare to bet, I will pay you back. At worst, just kill a few more devils." Tang Dao Da Ma Jin Dao sat down and said with a grin.

This is making money by taking people's heads!Tang Dao's smile was brilliant, but it made people's spine chill.

Of course, no one thought there was anything wrong with his words.

Are there still few Japanese who died under his hands?

However, the chief is a good man!Think of a way to send money to the big guys.Seeing Tang Dao's bright face, the smarter soldiers felt a little more enlightenment.

Apart from this, they couldn't think of any other reason to allow Tang Dao, a dignified lieutenant, to participate in such a game belonging to the bottom soldiers.

"Come on, sir, you have the final say. I, Zhu Laosan, pay five oceans within three hours." The veteran gritted his teeth, and took out the cash handed out by the head of the regiment a few days ago from his personal purse. It should also be all his belongings.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the soldiers also placed their bets one after another. The old abacus was holding a large cloth bag containing potatoes, smiling happily while collecting ocean in the cloth bag while holding a small notebook for records.

Although the money does not belong to him, for a casino veteran, it is a kind of happiness to be able to carry a large bag of money and take it out of other people's pockets.

Ordinary people would not understand that feeling.

"Squad Leader Li, why don't you suppress? They all said that the officer is trying to give money to the big guy in a different way! I heard that the officer's family is good, and there is no shortage of money." Excited, he shrank into the smoking veteran in the corner of another room and asked loudly close to his ear.

Although the artillery fire of the Japanese army is much sparser than before, the ears are still buzzing all the time. The soldiers are now used to shouting at the top of their voices, so there is no need to speak in a low voice.

"What are you yelling at? I can hear you." The veteran glanced at Erya who was overflowing with curiosity, and peeked at the soldiers who were still eagerly betting to win money from the chief, and explained to the communication soldier:
"If I go to place a bet, it won't be the officer who gave me the money, but the officer will get rid of me! After all, you still don't understand the officer!"

"Huh?" Er Ya looked surprised.

"If you don't believe me, take a look at Chief Lei and Chief Leng who like to join in the fun. They will definitely not bet a lot of money, and at most they will play for fun." The veteran continued to teach the communication soldiers in a row.

"We don't know about the casino, but on the battlefield, anyone who opposes the chief is finished."

He patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and pointed to Yang Xiaoshan and Niu Er who were sitting obediently over there. "Teach you a good boy, learn from the two of them, no matter what you do, just kill him and not stand against Chief Tang."

"Hmm! Hmm! Understood." The second girl expressed her comprehension like a slap in the face.

Looking up at a group of enthusiastic comrades over there, you bet one yuan and I two yuan, and grinned with thin white teeth.

If you don't fall for the officer's tricks, you just make money. This is something to be happy about.

That is, this guy didn't even have to wear his underpants when he watched a group of comrades-in-arms about to be 'cheated' by the chief, so why was he smiling so brightly?
Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan looked at Er Ya who was smiling brightly, with doubts on their faces.

They don't understand Erya's inexplicable happiness, but the veteran is at least half right about their lieutenant platoon leader.

Tang Dao didn't come here specifically to trick these bastards who dared to gamble between battles.

Yes, Tang Dao is more than 80.00% sure, and today the Japanese army started with almost non-stop shelling.

Needless to say, the reason for cheating these guys is that the routine they use to pass the time is not right.

In this old era, although an army like the Royal Forest Army can be considered to have strict military discipline and "military orders like a mountain" can still do it, but there are some disadvantages in personal details, such as "eating, drinking, ticketing, gambling" and so on. Don't say I haven't read much Even many middle and high-ranking officers enjoy it, and even think it is a good way to relieve psychological pressure. If it works from top to bottom, the atmosphere in the army will naturally be messed up.

For example, the Sichuan Army, which performed extremely well in this battle, was previously looked down upon and called the "Two Gun Army" because many soldiers carried an old sleeve on their shoulders and hookahs pinned to their waists.

It is true that the Sichuan army with the spirit of "Brother Pao, never sloppy" Sichuan bandit spirit can fight to the death without retreating, but if there is no such thing as a smoking gun, the physical fitness can be stronger, and the damage to the Japanese army can also be greater. Isn't bigger better?
This makes Tang Dao, who comes from the future and upholds the will and spirit of the red army, naturally dislike it. He knows better that these messy things seem to be personal details, but if they are allowed to develop, their fighting spirit will slowly be corroded. In terms of harm, there is no benefit.

It's just that the current atmosphere in the army is like this, and even a soldier as strict as a lieutenant colonel has relaxed his strict control of military discipline during the interval between what he thinks is a mortal battle. only eye.

But Tang Dao knew that as long as there were no accidents, the Japanese would have to completely despair of military operations and turn to other methods if they persisted for another two or three days. Most of the people here would have a chance to survive and continue to fight the Japanese army.

His subordinates, not to mention completely eradicating them, but they cannot be allowed to spread wantonly.

It’s just that it’s hard to get back. If you come up with a black face, it’s a bit unreasonable during this time period. Then change the way, use poison to fight poison, let them feel bad first, and then slowly remove these bad habits from the army. .

The third platoon was in full swing, and the other two platoons were also attracted by the lively atmosphere here, and they heard the old abacus spouting wildly that the platoon leader Tang used his military achievements and the pen given by the beautiful reporter as collateral to open the market.

The three gossip elements of "sir, military merit, and beautiful reporter" have been fully occupied first. In addition, up to now, the Japanese army has been shelling for nearly 2 hours, and the intensity of the shelling has also been greatly weakened by the naked eye. At least five or six shells were bombarded in the previous 1 minutes. , Now it’s good to have two cannonballs, and anyone who can’t hold back at the gambling table is a fool.

Even Qin Ruoyu, the second platoon leader who was always bored, joined in the fun and voted 8 yuan, making him the number one high-roller today.

Leng Feng, who saw that he had lost a piece of the ocean, was just happy, waiting for a while to make fun of his old comrade-in-arms and old classmate.

Although he also thought that the Japanese army would not bombard for more than three hours, the more he looked at Tang Dao, the old Yinbi, who was smiling, the more guilty he felt, because Tang Dao had the same expression last night when he said that he was not indecent.

What a thief!

I don't know how much the Japanese hurt. Anyway, the Japanese bombarded like crazy. He looked at the money spent this morning and felt sorry for the Japanese.

In fact, not only was Leng Feng feeling sorry for Japan, but the hearts of the Japanese themselves were already broken.

Not His Excellency Waki ​​Itata Jiro.

In the Japanese Army Command.

His Excellency the Colonel stared at the stuttering artillery squadron leader in front of him, his eyeballs seemed to be on fire.

The gunfire was so intense that the tattered Chinese national flag pole fell down, but it seemed very metaphysical. The fallen national flag pole was lying on the eaves of the warehouse roof, and the Chinese flag was still hanging above the warehouse and fluttering in the wind.

Extremely dazzling.

That seems to indicate that today's victory will still belong to China.

Just like that, someone who was still ++ came to him and asked him if he could stop the shelling first.

Baga, it's because I think I'm not troublesome enough, right?

(End of this chapter)