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Chapter 130 Yes, I Think So Too

In the jungle a few miles west of Liangtai Temple.

A bald man with a grass ring on his head lay on his head in the grass and looked at the intersection in front of him. Several times he wanted to wave his hands and shout: "Brothers, give it to me!", but finally suppressed the impulse in his heart, Leave the decision-making power to Master Bo next to you.

The bald head is Jia Liu, whose braids were cut off by Fu Sheng'a and taken out by him. The official hat fell into a ditch while climbing a mountain in the morning.

"My lord, it seems that there are only a dozen or so thieves, and I feel that I can rush over."

It is true that Jia Liu fears thieves like a tiger, but the premise is that there are more thieves than him and stronger than him.

Right now, there are only a dozen bandits at the intersection ahead, with seven or eight guns, but he has nearly five hundred people, more than two hundred guns, and hundreds of bows. No matter what, he is sure to win.

So, there is no reason to be cowardly.

It is also time to show off his military command ability, Mr. Jia.

It can't be the team that Mr. Jia managed to pull up, it's not even as good as a guerrilla team.

The most important thing is that after crossing the Liangtai Temple, you will not be far from the Akeli Village, where there are not only friendly troops, but also food.

As long as it is not lost, it will be Jia Liu's gas station and charging pile.

Otherwise, if it drags on, everyone will have no strength to run away.

At this time, many people's stomachs are growling.

The wounded were already weak and had no food to supplement their nutrition, making it even more inconvenient to move.Some wounded were obviously infected and urgently needed medical treatment.

Therefore, Jia Liu and the others had to go to Akeli village to try their luck.

"Brother Dongge, don't be reckless!"

However, Mr. Bo, who was also lying in the grass and "reconnaissing" the enemy's situation with Jia Liu, had a different opinion.

"Brother Dongge, although we only saw a dozen or so thieves, what can we not see? You must know that thieves are very cunning. I think these thieves may be bait "

Ever since he decided to save his life for the sake of the overall situation in the morning and lead everyone to break out of the encirclement, Deputy Bo Dutong's mentality is completely different.

He was also very enthusiastic about Jia Liu, a small forward who had never looked down on him before, and even called his opponent Master Jia regardless of the great difference in grade between the two.

How could Jia Liu dare to accept it, and he refused to refuse, saying that although he was in a desperate situation, etiquette cannot be broken, and human relations cannot be messed up.

In the end, Chairman Li coordinated and changed "Master Jia" to "Dongge Xiandi", which is so reasonable and legal.

It is also in line with the age and seniority of both parties.

Mr. Bo is 53 years old this year, and Mr. Jia is just 20 years old this year. They are brothers, so they are perfect for each other.

"Oh?"

Reminded by Mr. Bo, Jia Liu cast his eyes on the fork in the distance again. This time, he did not stare at the dozen thieves sitting at the checkpoint doing nothing, but glanced at the mountains and forests on both sides of the slope.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, it is very quiet, and there are birds falling from time to time, unlike someone hiding below.

Perhaps seeing the hesitation of little brother Dongge, Master Bo immediately analyzed and said: "Even if there are no thieves hiding in the dark, the sound of gunfire will definitely alarm the rest of the thieves. I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to retreat completely, and if I am bitten by the bandits, it will be even more difficult to break through."

After analyzing the unfavorable situation, he patted Brother Dongge on the shoulder again, "At present, our main task is to get out alive, not to make unnecessary sacrifices. Do you understand what I mean?"

"understand."

Jia Liu nodded quickly, and his unreasonable intimacy with Mr. Bo increased greatly, because the other party could always speak to his heart.

"Yes, yes, your lord is right!"

Mr. Bo's mature and prudent opinion was supported by Chairman Li who had just climbed over, "We should just go quietly when it gets dark, and don't startle the snake."

"That's it,"

Jia Liu touched his bald head and agreed to follow the advice of the vice president during the inspection period.

Immediately, everyone was ordered to rest in place, pay attention to concealment, not to move around, let alone start a fire.After it gets dark, quietly touch it from the west side of the fork.

The orders were conveyed to the rear one by one.

The team of nearly 500 people was divided into five brigades, each brigade consisted of 100 people, with Zu Yingyuan, Liu De, Zhang Shisan, Bao Guozhong and Madrid as the captains respectively.

Wang Fu, Cui Hengyou, and Haikang are the liaison and coordinating officers of each team, while Wang Sixi is in charge of logistics.

Although there is no logistical material for him to allocate.

Madri's team is also the forward of the whole team, because this team has concentrated the most capable Sauron soldiers and some of the Bannermen colleagues who are worthy of battle in Lord Jia's direct line.

If you really want to meet the enemy, you will be the sharp knife of the whole army.

After the order was conveyed, Jia Liu asked Madri if it was possible to seize the fork without disturbing the bandits.

Madeli gave an affirmative answer, and said that the Saurons had no arrows to miss.

This answer gave Jia Liu some confidence for the next encounter with the enemy.

The sun was still high at this time, and there was at least an hour before sunset.

A crowd of hungry Qing soldiers lay or sat in the forest in groups of three or four, waiting for the night to fall.

The bored Jia Liu wanted to take out the emperor's collection of imperial poems for a look, but was told by Shuan Zhu that it had been thrown in the Muguomu camp.

Also discarded at the same time was Jia's family heirloom Chenghua Chicken Porcelain Bowl, which made Jia Liu greatly regretful.

Thinking that he would come back after escaping this time, Jia Liu wanted to draw a simple map of the places he passed along the way, so he asked Yang Zhi to fetch his briefcase from Wang Fu.

After the briefcase was brought, Jia Liu took out his notebook, took out a charcoal pen, and tried his best to remember there. Combined with Zu Yingyuan's impression, he made a general plan including Muguomu, Gonggarla, Liangtai Temple, and Akoli. A simple map of the village is included.

When I was about to put the map back into the briefcase, I suddenly became poetic and pondered a few more sentences.

When Mr. Bo came back for convenience, he saw that Jia Liu was writing something, and he couldn't help but curiously asked what Brother Dongge was writing.

"Humble job is thinking, this breakout is too dangerous, I don't know the whereabouts of the friendly troops, there are bandits everywhere, in case of being surrounded unfortunately, it's not a pity to kill yourself, but it's a pity that the humble job didn't leave a word in this world"

Jia Liu was actually writing a deadly poem!
"Desperate poetry?!"

Master Bo's expression was agitated, extremely surprised, he took the paper handed over by Brother Dongge and looked down.

There are two lines in the poem.

The above sentence reads "Using a knife to make a fast", and the bottom sentence reads "Being worthy of the boy's head."

"For the Qing Dynasty, why not die in battle!"

Jia Liu's sincere eyes are extremely clear, and the fish-moving beads represent the hope of Qing Dynasty.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Master Bo, who was born as an interpreter, is a cabinet bachelor, so he was surprised and delighted to be ignorant of the goods. This poem by Brother Dongge should be sung all over the world.

I never expected that a small forward school in the Hanjun Banner could write such a well-known poem, and I couldn't help saying with emotion: "If my brother can go out, he must present this poem to the emperor!"

Jia Liu hummed slightly in his heart, and his eyes moved even more flexibly: I thought so too, so I wrote it for you.

The writing is better than Qianlong's.

(End of this chapter)