Mr. Yangui

Chapter 672 Chapter sixty-seventy-two shivering
The Fashuai army with [-] troops marched in parallel to Yiling from the northwest.

The degree of misery is beyond everyone's imagination.

Skeletons can be seen everywhere at the junction, the black soil exudes a rancid smell, the barren land is matched with the dark sky, and the chirping of birds makes the whole space more desolate and empty, like a ghost.

I rarely met crowds along the way, but there were occasional lonely people walking slowly in twos and threes, not afraid of the army, with numb faces, like walking dead.

"Isn't this fucking miserable?" Even a reckless man like Fat Bear gasped.

Compared with Fang Ling, it is simply a world of difference.

"The battle has already started at the junction, and it lasted more than half a year. It's normal..." Zhao Xun also clicked tut a few times.

"Blood has dyed the earth black!"

Li Wuchang looked all around, didn't feel anything wrong, said: "It should be different if you walk a little further inside!"

Zhao Xun took a look at the sky, and gave an order: "Send the order, speed up, and go ten miles to set up camp..."

There is no decent small town in the northwest of Yiling. There are quite a few towns and villages, but most of them are deserted, and the traces left by the fire are still there. Except for broken wood and black bricks, there are basically no other things to be found.

The army came to an abandoned village, and began to set up camp and make food while the sky was not completely dark.

Steamed buns, rice, plus jerky, pickles, and thin biscuits are naturally available, but they are not eaten at this time.

The aroma of the food made everyone move their index fingers, forget the tragedy along the way, and eat happily.

Patrols are of course essential.

"Captain Xiong, we found troops ahead, heading towards the camp of our second regiment..." The patrolling soldiers came to report.

"What the hell?"

The fat bear spat out a bone, picked up the big ax beside it, showed an excited look, and asked, "How many people, and how does the combat power look like?"

"Uh……"

The soldier paused and explained: "After a rough look, it's about 300. As for the combat power...it's hard to say, but it's definitely not very high. That appearance is not as good as the beggar gang children that Fa Shuai said. It should be because I was very hungry and was attracted by the aroma of the food."

Fat Xiong's expression collapsed, he put down his axe, and muttered rather dissatisfied: "Grandma, this regiment leader thought some big fish came, I dare say it's just a bunch of beggars...a battalion commander, take someone over to have a look, If you can take it over as a death squad, don't use the knife."

The first battalion commander said he obeyed, and immediately led the people over.

Never underestimate the enemy, this is the rule.

Although the opponent was only a small team with a few hundred people and no combat power, the commander of the first battalion did not deal with it indiscriminately, and absolutely did not skip the steps that should be taken.

"Who is coming?"

After arriving at the ground, the first battalion commander asked loudly and observed each other carefully.

It was similar to what the patrol soldiers described.

In front of them was a team of beggars, with ragged clothes, yellow and emaciated faces, an unattractive knife in their pretentious hands, and a fire stick in their miserable hands.

The team in front of him reminded the first battalion commander of the days when he suppressed bandits in the southwest of Feng Yi.

At that time, the Reckless Battalion was not much stronger than the team in front of them.

In contrast, the soldiers of the first battalion looked more majestic, with swords and spears, heroic military uniforms, all with straight waists and sharp eyesight.

Once the fight started, there was no need to say, it would definitely be a crushing scene, there was no doubt about it.

Suddenly encountering such a majestic team, all the "beggars" clenched their weapons, their calves trembling a little, a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader stepped forward tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "I have something to say... I will wait for you." It's from the Yiling Black Eagle Gang, but you guys are members of the Fashuai Army?"

"Black Hawk Gang?"

The first battalion commander showed a strange look, and muttered to himself: "His grandma's, what kind of shabby names are they? It sounds like a rotten street..."

The deputy battalion commander echoed: "Isn't it? This reminds me of the Fire Wolf Gang who went to Erlianzi's village to make trouble back then. There is no place to rob..."

"The Black Hawk Gang, right?"

The first battalion commander stared at the leader, shook the fine dragon sparrow in his hand, and shouted: "We are the commander-in-chief of the French army. If you are sensible, get out immediately. The battalion commander is in a good mood today, and I don't want to start a killing spree, otherwise it will be up to you Helping miscellaneous fish, I can't hold on for a cup of tea..."

"Master, please spare me!"

The leading burly man immediately showed a flattering smile at the first battalion commander, threw away the broken knife in his hand, and shouted back: "Everyone put down your weapons, it's the commander-in-chief of Fangling County..."

With the sound of rattling, the members of the Black Eagle Gang threw down their broken knives, rotten guns, and fire sticks one after another, looking like they were going to catch them without a fight.

The first battalion commander yelled with a dark face: "Don't you understand people's words, do you really think that I dare not do anything?"

The leading man raised his hand: "Master Jun, we have no malicious intentions, we just want to join the Fashuai army. I heard that the Fashuai army is a righteous army. My Black Eagle Gang has been admired for a long time. After fighting in Yiling for a long time, we have long needed the Fashuai army." Let's do justice..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a cooing sound.

It was the sound of the stomach.

The old man in the lead blushed, he was too hungry, and the smell of bacon from the Fashuai army camp was too attractive.

Whether to surrender or not is a trivial matter. His stomach can't hold it anymore, and he wants to eat a big meal now.

The bacon and soup paired with hot rice will leave your mouth watering just thinking about it.

"Go to the Fashuai army?"

The first battalion commander looked up and down the team of the Black Eagle Gang, and asked in doubt: "Just because of you? Do you think our French army is so short of people?"

The meaning of ridicule is full, and another meaning is to tell the other party that if they want to defect, they must take out the corresponding chips.

Randomly pop up a team and say a few flattering words and think about defecting. In fact, the fart is not strong, and it may become a burden, wasting the army's food and weapons. How can it be so cheap?
I won't slaughter you now, it's because the uncles are in a good mood, if you dare to babble nonsense, don't blame the uncles for being rude.

"Battalion Commander, why are you talking nonsense with them?"

A militant came out of the crowd and threatened: "The Commander-in-Chief has long ordered that anyone who dares to block or harass the army will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Black Eagle Gang trembled in fright.

"No!"

A trace of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the leading man, and he immediately said: "I also ask the military master to give me a way to survive, let me wait to join the Fashuai army, we came from the middle of Yiling, we have information, we have information..."

The battalion commander first raised his hand to let the militants back down, and then said with a smile: "Information? Do you think our Fashuai army lacks your intelligence?"

"Don't dare!"

The leading man immediately explained, saying: "Your army is famous in Liangzhou, so it is natural that we are fully prepared to march into Yiling this time, but we are the parties involved after all, so we must know more specific details, so we may be able to provide some help Woolen cloth……"

The battalion commander let out a sigh of relief: "Looking at your eagerness, you are still a man who fights for the lives of your subordinates... How about this, let me explain the information in detail, and besides, have you heard of the Death Squad?"

The leading man was overjoyed and said: "Thank you for your success, Battalion Commander. I will swear allegiance to the Fashuai army to the death, and I will definitely charge forward in wartime, and I will do whatever it takes..."

He didn't know what the position of the battalion commander was, he just called it after the militant.

The Death Squad is the Death Squad, it's better than starving to death.

(End of this chapter)