Jagged Warlord

Bo Ziming didn't even look at the corpse with half of his head removed, he shouted loudly: "Run away, why don't you run away, you came all the way from the northeast to Shandong just to let people see how you were tortured. People beat the shit out of you, aren't you very majestic in front of the common people, patting your chest all day long and saying that you are not afraid of heaven and earth, why are you acting like this now!"

Bo Ziming pulled a broken soldier over, walked around him, and shouted: "Did you lose your hands, feet, or the crotch, that's why you lost your soul like an old woman meeting an old pervert." !"

The faces of the defeated soldiers all showed expressions of grief and indignation, but they couldn't argue.

"I don't accept it, and I still have the face to refuse it." Bo Ziming snatched the gun from a defeated soldier, and shouted: "What are you holding in your hand? It's a gun, it's a rifle, it's not a fire stick, and it's not a shit stirrer." Said Watching Bo Ziming pull the bolt of the gun, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at a rout soldier, and the rout soldiers all froze.

Unexpectedly, Bo Ziming raised the tip of the gun, fired it into the sky, and shouted: "See, this is a gun. It is something that can kill people. Don't you call yourself a Siberian tiger? You are still stunned." What are you doing, put on a bayonet, and play with those Henan gangsters, if they don’t die today, you will die!”

While talking, Bo Ziming's team had already pushed a heavy machine gun up, the machine gunner held the trigger, the ammunition hand had already inserted the bullet protection plate in, and Bo Ziming himself took a [-]-type rifle from the soldier, three by two He put on the bayonet, and then roared: "For the republic." Then he ran in the direction where the rout soldiers came.

"Damn it, he lost his head with a scar the size of a bowl, I'm afraid he's a bird!"

"After 18 years, he will be a hero again!"

A rogue-nosed rout soldier roared like killing a pig, and immediately clicked the bayonet, stared at him with triangular eyes, and chased after Bo Ziming's buttocks, and the other rout soldiers around him also woke up as if they had just woken up Come over, and one by one followed with ghost roars and ghost screams.

Then four, eight, sixteen... More and more broken soldiers joined the counterattack queue

After a short time, hundreds of rout soldiers gathered around Bo Ziming. When Bo Ziming arrived at the crossing of Taohua Mountain, he saw the rout soldiers of the Northeast Army running around the mountain like a flock of sheep that had lost their head. , The SS is also chasing it all over the mountains and plains.

Seeing that Bo Ziming came back with four or five hundred routs screaming, those routs who were running for their lives in a panic saw this posture, and their eyes turned red immediately. They didn't need to be encouraged or mobilized. Mao Zedong came back with a bayonet.

Especially Wu Dazhou, who had changed into the clothes of the soldier and fled among the crowd, was even more ashamed. He immediately took off the clothes of the soldier, picked up a rifle, and shouted to kill with his guards, launching a counterattack against the SS. charge.

The two armies collided head-on, and a brutal hand-to-hand battle began.

puff.

Bo Ziming took the lead, and with a gun in his hand, the sharp bayonet pierced into the abdomen of an SS platoon commander, and then he slashed to the side, and the left abdomen of the SS platoon leader was completely cut open. The steaming stomach immediately dripped down, and the SS platoon leader collapsed to his knees, hugging his stomach and howling mournfully.

Before Bo Ziming could be happy, a gust of wind came from behind his head. Bo Ziming suddenly lowered his body, and the bayonet of a Mauser rifle almost slid past his shoulder. The bayonet that smelled of engine oil and blood was far away from him. The carotid artery is only a few millimeters away.

Bo Ziming didn't have time to turn around, turned his elbow, and smashed the butt of the gun with his backhand to the right. Bo Ziming could feel the feeling of hitting the target firmly. Bo Ziming stood up suddenly, turned to the left, and raised the bayonet to hold the gun with one hand. The little soldier who touched his left rib fell to the ground.

boom~boom

The two penalty shells exploded around Bo Ziming, and the huge air wave and shock wave threw Bo Ziming into the air, and Bo Ziming fell heavily on the ground. His eyes were black and he didn't know anything.

The counterattack initiated by Bo Ziming saved the Northeast Army of the Chinese Revolutionary Party a little bit of face, but the large troops of the SS Army had already passed the Taohuashan Mountain Road. The firepower of the Northeast Army had to flee again.

Wu Dazhou led the troops to retreat towards Zhoucun. During the retreat, he counted the number of people and found that Bo Ziming was missing. Wu Dazhou was even more ashamed and worried, thinking about how he would explain to Ju Zheng.

……Dividing line……

When Bo Ziming woke up, he found himself lying on a white iron canopy bed covered with a soft and comfortable mattress. The surrounding walls were painted white. There was a statue of Jesus hanging on the white wall, and the air was full of the smell of disinfectant. , The windows are inlaid with glass, and the sunlight is projected through the glass, divided into seven colors.

Bo Ziming couldn't help looking a little dazed, and couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch it, it was stuck~ Bo Ziming realized that his hands were leaning on the metal bed frame, he pulled it hard a few times, and found that he couldn't pull it apart at all, Bo Ziming's Feeling bad all of a sudden.

"Come here~ come here." Bo Ziming roared

After shouting a few times, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door, squeak~ the door of the ward opened, and a blond foreigner with high nose and blue eyes in a white coat and a Chinese man also in a white coat appeared at the door.

Seeing that Bo Ziming had woken up, the foreign doctor said a few words to the Chinese doctor. The Chinese doctor nodded and left. Then the foreign doctor came to Bo Ziming and said with a smile in very raw Chinese: "Sir, you are awake. How does it feel!"

Bo Ziming didn't answer directly, but instead asked: "Where is this place, and who are you!"

The foreign doctor replied: "This is Shangqiu Union Medical College Hospital, and I am Osto Quentin, the attending surgeon here!"

Bo Ziming was taken aback for a moment, then asked again, "Why am I here!"

Osto Quentin laughed and said: "I don't know, I only know that you are a patient and I am a doctor. I can't answer this question!"

Bo Ziming had no choice but to sigh, and let Osto Quentin listen to his chest with a stethoscope.

"You are strong and recovering well." Osto Quentin put away the stethoscope

At this time, there was another sound of footsteps outside, and not long after, a young man in a white suit appeared at the door of the ward, "Hey, you're awake, you're in good spirits." The man in white laughed.

Bo Ziming glared at him and asked, "Who are you!"

Dr. Austin Quentin saw the man in white, smiled and shook hands with him, "Hello, General Lee!"

"General Li, you are." Bo Ziming frowned and asked, "Could it be that you are!"

"That's right, I'm Li Mohan." The man in white smiled and pulled a square stool and sat down beside Bo Ziming's bed.

Bo Ziming looked at this young and handsome man in white. It was really hard to connect with the dominating and ruthless warlord, "You are Li Mohan. It's better to be famous than to meet!"

Li Mohan chuckled, and asked back: "It's better to be famous than to meet, am I ugly!"

Bo Ziming snorted coldly, and clattered the handcuffs on the iron bed, "This is the way Marshal Li treats guests!"

Li Mohan smiled, and replied: "Guest, I have no grudges with your revolutionary party in the past, and I have no grudges in recent days. I even sold guns to you to pull the team, but how did you repay me? It takes up weeks without even saying hello." Village, my teacher sent you a telegram to negotiate with you, but you ignored it, what are you talking about, is there such a guest!"

Bo Ziming was speechless. After a pause, he said, "I'm just a soldier, and I can only obey orders. I don't care about such negotiations!"

"It's not your business, right?" Li Mohan stood up, "Then you take your time to recuperate, I'll go first!"

"Wait." Bo Ziming quickly called to stop Li Mohan, "You either kill me or let me go, imprisoning me here is nothing!"

Li Mohan didn't comment, just snapped his fingers, and Guo Side, who was already the leader of the guard platoon, came in, holding a book in his hand, he walked to Bo Ziming's bedside, put the book on the bedside table, Bo Ziming glanced at it, The title of the book is "My View on Nationalism".

"I will neither kill you nor let you go. I want to reform you. If you have nothing to do, you can read this book." Li Mohan said: "Compared to your Sun Wen's big and transformed three, democracy is much more real. Already!"

"Hmph, heresy, heresy." Bo Ziming dismissed it

"Hey kid~" Guo Side stepped forward and wanted to teach him a lesson

"Si De ~ let's go." Li Mohan stopped Guo Side and left without looking back.

"Marshal, why don't you let me teach this kid a lesson." Guo Side said, "I heard that this kid is so ruthless, he used a bayonet to open the stomach of one of our platoon leaders!"

Li Mohan said disapprovingly: "That's because the platoon leader is not good at learning, or else he just gave up this kid's stomach!"

Guo Side thought for a while, and although these words were a little unnatural, they made sense, "After reading your book, a big man like Liang Qichao will be completely convinced, let alone this kid!"

Li Mohan laughed, and said, "You boy, your flattering skills are on the rise!"

Guo Side scratched his head in embarrassment, then remembered something, and said, "By the way, Marshal, just now Secretary Shang sent a document, saying it was the progress of the military depot construction project!"

The military depot is a supply and transfer organization set up by the army on the rear transportation line. It is mainly responsible for supplying materials, receiving the wounded and sick, and entertaining passing troops. Transfer and treat the wounded and sick, organize technical repairs, arrange board and lodging for passing personnel, receive, store and evacuate seized and recovered items, etc. Usually, there are command and professional service departments, with warehouses, hospitals, transportation, loading and unloading, and repairs Support units such as food, lodging, and refueling, as well as auxiliary units such as engineering, security, and communications, and some also set up several sub-stations, which play an important role in supporting the operations of the troops.