Starting from the bright sword to engage in military industry

Chapter 1081 Chapter 1090, one of the riots in Changzhi City
In the Huali stronghold, Zhu Laoliu, a veteran of the puppet army, guarded the watchtower in the stronghold as usual, passing the time by counting the little money in his hand.

In my ears, I heard the voices of puppet soldiers in the same class yelling and drinking, and I knew they were drinking.Just as Zhu Laoliu wanted to remind him, he found a team outside the store.Despite the doubts in his heart, Zhu Lao Liu shouted, then quickly got off the lookout post and ran towards the gate of the stronghold.

Because the little devil mobilized too many troops to fight the Ninth Detachment, this led to a shortage of troops in the entire Lu'an Mansion area.Many strongholds can only maintain daily operations.Some strongholds were even temporarily abandoned by the devils.

At the gate of the stronghold, Zhao Yuanbao stood silently without saying a word, while Wu Qian stood respectfully on one side.At this point in time, they had already crossed the Zhuozhang River with the help of the guerrillas and came to Hanchang Avenue on the side of Lu'an Mansion.

"Tai...Tai Jun!" Zhu Lao Liu hurriedly nodded and bowed.

"Baga!" Zhao Yuanbao's voice was low and full of murderous intent, as if he was about to drink blood at any time.

Kneeling on the ground with a plop, Zhu Laoliu began to cry: "Taijun, the little one should be damned! Damn it!"

"Here, this is Taijun Yamamoto of the Yamamoto Secret Service Team! Now the secret service team has an important military situation and needs to rush back to Changzhi City immediately. Now, all the vehicles in your stronghold are temporarily taken over by us. Also, hide you privately Take out half of the food and drinks! Take out all the meat!" Wu Qian said something he didn't believe, with no doubt in his eyes.

"Hey, hey!! Let's go now, right now!" Seeing that Zhu Lao Liu was still in a daze, Kong Lao Er, the squad leader of the puppet army, hurriedly helped him.

Zhao Yuanbao and the others were not polite, they pushed away Zhu Laoliu who was in the way, and brought all the members of the "Season Special Team" into the stronghold to rummage together.

"As expected of the locust army, the virtues of looting are the same!" Kong Laoer and the puppet soldiers just looked at it like this, allowing Zhao Yuanbao to drive away four trucks and three motorcycles in the stronghold , and even brought a freshly slaughtered goat and half a piece of pork.This is not a big deal, the firewood seasoning and the big iron pot in the stronghold were also taken away.

The puppet soldiers just watched like this, not daring to ask or think.After Zhao Yuanbao and the others ran away, Kong Lao Er greeted them, and the puppet soldiers returned to their stronghold, and then they went to do what they should do.

In a certain mountain depression three kilometers away from the stronghold, the Special Forces used it as a temporary resting place.Four trucks and three sidecars parked on the road.And Zhao Yuanbao and the others huddled together with Li Yuexuan and the others, waiting for the big iron pot on the smoke-free stove to boil.

Soon, the water was boiled, various condiments were added, and the slightly processed pork pieces and lamb bones began to roll in the water.At this time, the fragrance has come out.

Li Yuexuan unhurriedly stirred the ladle, Wu Qian was really flying with knives, slicing the mutton for later use... and the rest of the special forces, except for the sentry posts, were in shelters they were looking for. Put on a sleeping bag and rest.

It was true that Li Yuexuan was going to Changzhi City, but he would definitely not be tired and hungry, so he took this opportunity to take a rest and replenish his energy and strength.

More than eight hours passed quickly after the incident, the sky was already slightly bright, and Changzhi City was still asleep.

Rumbling... The roar of trucks and motorcycles opened the eyes of the devil sentry guarding the north gate.

Then, the ghost soldier saw four trucks and three sidecars parked outside the gate.

The sentinel didn't dare to neglect, because he saw General Yamamoto, who was covered in blood and in tattered military uniform.It looked like he had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

The gate of the city was quickly opened, and a few devil soldiers stood in front of the temporary refusal horse, looking at Kazuki Yamamoto walking over, feeling very disturbed.It is true that they are enforcing discipline, but it is true that they will be beaten!
"You guys did a good job!" Kazuki Yamamoto smiled kindly, and even took the initiative to throw his military officer certificate to the devil soldiers.

"Your Excellency, please! Please!" The sentinel felt his neck glow, but he still checked the documents nervously before returning them to Kazuki Yamamoto.Then, the horses were refused to move away, and the convoy entered the city.As for why there are some Balu with their hands tied in the convoy?None of the ghost sentries dared to ask.

In the early morning, Changzhi City seemed to be still asleep. There were no people on the street, only a dozen or so beggars, begging along the street with broken bowls and dog-beating sticks.Occasionally, a few pedestrians also avoided these beggars from a distance.

When they saw a convoy full of devils and captives approaching, the passers-by ran away, and the beggars also ran away. How could they look like they were about to starve to death?Is this from the beggars?

"Wowotou, just out of the pot..."

"Tofu nao, tofu nao... salty!"

"Braised braised noodles, saozi noodles, hot dry noodles, dandan noodles, 饸饹 noodles, fried sauce noodles, stewed pancakes..."

On the once most bustling Central Street, there are only a few restaurants selling breakfast, which shows how much damage the devils have brought to this ancient city!

Yamamoto's convoy drove slowly, passing slowly along the side of the street, so that the shopkeeper dared not make any voices to greet customers, for fear of provoking the group of living kings in the car.

"Stop! Stop! I'm hungry! I want to eat, I want to eat stewed cakes!" The authentic North Henan accent was heard all the way on the street.

"Baga! Crack..." It seems that the devil beat someone.

"Little Japan of the dog day, I honor your eight generations of ancestors! If you have the ability, I will give you a good time. Don't wait 18 years. I will continue to work with you when I can carry a gun!" The voice was full of grief and indignation. unremitting.

"Baga..." The devil's angry voice was a little shrill.

"Stop!" In a deep voice, the Chinese is very standard: "You, you, take them to eat! They are full and have the physical strength to support me, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

The ghost who spoke had a creepy smile, as if he was a ghost from the underworld.

"Alas... another hero has fallen into the hands of devils! This world..." Someone let out a long sigh in a corner.

"Braised braised noodles, saozi noodles, hot dry noodles, dandan noodles, 饸饹 noodles, fried sauce noodles, stewed pancakes..."

The owner of the noodle shop shouted in a cadenced tone, but outsiders could hear the desolation and excitement.Because, two members of the devil's special forces walked into this noodle restaurant, pressing down two disarmed and blood-stained Balu.

"Adding pancakes to the noodles is very indecent, hahahahaha... Boss, two bowls of stewed pancakes!" A Balu broke away from the devils who were holding him, sat on the stool with a big horse, and put his bound wrists down. On the table, the left hand gave way to the right, and took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo basket.

The hemp rope that bound his hands was exposed to the outside like this, and the weird knot shocked the shop owner.

"Whether the stewed cake is serious or not depends on whether the vinegar is serious or not!" said the shop owner with no expression on his face.

"Then use the most serious old mature vinegar! You have to ice it twice!"

(End of this chapter)