The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

This was the order to evict guests. Yang Ling did not hesitate at all, saluted again, turned around and left the door with Liu Yidao and Qin Shou.

Text Chapter 266 Soldier

On a weed-grown open space in the southeast of Gaoqiaomen Depot, more than 300 casualties in tattered military uniforms are nesting together in small groups and waiting to be reorganized. Besides, there are more than 100 people in cotton clothes young students.

The stragglers were scattered by various units on the front line. They were covered in blood after repeated bloody battles. They looked a bit embarrassed, but they were all veterans who had seen blood in battles.

Although the gunshots were rumbling not far away, these veterans did not panic. Some people were lying on the hay and snoring, and some people gambled around with their arms exposed regardless of the severe cold. The war had already made them see clearly. Life and death, if you can have fun, you can have fun, and don't care about so much.

More than 100 young students came to the front line voluntarily. They originally belonged to the field service group, but seeing the bloody battle of the front line soldiers, they couldn't help but stay to join the battle.

"As soldiers, you don't want to serve the country and kill the enemy, but you gamble here. Are you worthy of the clothes you are wearing?"

The young students were jealous of evil. Seeing that these disbanded stragglers were not enterprising, but were here to gamble and have fun, some people stepped forward to accuse them without anger.

A burly and brawny guy with bare arms was losing this month's military pay, and he was in a bad mood. When he heard someone accusing them for no reason, he immediately waved his hand impatiently: "I'm gambling and messing with your ass, so why don't you stay cool?" go."

"Wang Huzi, bet this gun here, I don't believe in this evil today." The sturdy soldier pulled out the devil's southern pistol captured from his waist and bet it as gambling money, and he kept losing, which made him angry.

"I said blacksmith, don't go back on your word!" A bearded soldier saw the exquisite southern pistol, his eyes lit up and he asked with a smile.

"What the hell are you doing, hurry up!" the soldier nicknamed the blacksmith urged, staring at the dice in the bowl.

"Look!" Wang Huzi buckled the two bowls together, and shook the dice clangingly, and the three dice were spinning extremely fast.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wang Huzi knocked the bowl on the ground. In the eyes of everyone, he opened the bowl, and the rolling of the dice gradually stopped. Wang Huzi smiled: "Two six six." A burly blacksmith.

Seeing Wang Huzi's [-], the blacksmith snorted coldly, and shook the bowl while holding the bowl. However, he was a little nervous. If he lost, his seized pistol would be gone, so it was delayed. Not too late.

"Blacksmith, drive quickly, aren't you afraid?" Some people couldn't help but start booing when they saw the blacksmith shaking.

"Don't worry, the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry, isn't he just [-], I will definitely beat him."

There was a burst of boos around him, and he really couldn't agree with his luck.

Seeing the tinkling sound of the blacksmith's crank, Wang Huzi also urged: "Okay, blacksmith, don't waste time, just drive."

"Open!" The blacksmith gritted his teeth, turned the bowl upside down, and rolled the three dice, making the blacksmith's throat rise.

"Hahaha, three ones." Seeing the dice that finally stopped, there was a huge burst of laughter around, which annoyed the blacksmith.

"Blacksmith, I admit it." Wang Huzi smiled and put the blacksmith's captured Nanfang [-] pistol into his arms.

Seeing the angry blacksmith, Wang Huzi continued to tease: "Blacksmith, why don't you come? Didn't you also seize a gold tooth?"

"I won't come, I won't come, it's bad luck." The blacksmith took off his hat and stood up, fanning himself. He was so lucky that he had never won once.

"What a bunch of hopeless soldiers! They deserve it!" Seeing these blacksmiths lose their pistols, the young students gloated a little.

The blacksmith lost his entire body, and he was in a bad mood. He vaguely heard some students talking about him, and immediately became unhappy: "Hey, boy, who are you talking about?"

The students were also young and vigorous, and they were not afraid of the blacksmith's questioning. They raised their necks and said, "I'm talking about you bunch of ignorant soldiers."

"Hey, I said you bastards, believe it or not, I will deal with you!" The blacksmith immediately rolled up his sleeves and threatened.

"Aren't we afraid that you, a soldier, won't succeed!" The students were also tit-for-tat.

"Damn it, if you don't punish you today, you still don't know how many eyes Prince Ma has!"

Relying on his sturdy and burly body, the blacksmith strode forward and knocked down the student who dared to challenge him with a punch. The student's nose bleeds immediately.

"Students! Beat him up!" Seeing his classmate being beaten, the rest of the students were also excited and rushed up, waving their fists.

As the saying goes, a good man is hard to beat with four hands. In the face of more than 100 young students, although the blacksmith can stand up to ten, he can't stand the crowd and is quickly knocked to the ground.

"Wang Huzi, you fucking don't help!" The blacksmith with a bruised nose and a swollen face got up and ran for help.

Wang Huzi, who gambled over there, saw the blacksmith being chased and beaten by a group of students, and said with pride: "Brothers, go!" He rushed up with the skirmishers, and the two sides quickly fought in a melee.

Yang Ling took Liu Yidao and Qin Shou and they just found the gathering place for the soldiers who supplemented their guerrilla battalion. When they saw a group of people fighting in a melee, they thought it was the devils who had touched them. They took a closer look, mother, their own people beat their own people .

boom!

Yang Ling took out his shell gun and fired at the sky, stopping the crowd in the scuffle.

"You're so damn full and have nothing to do, right?! If you have the ability to beat up little devils, your own people beat your own people, it's so majestic!" Yang Ling looked serious when he saw the people with bruised noses and swollen faces.

Seeing Yang Ling wearing the rank of colonel, followed by more than a dozen murderous soldiers, Wang Huzi hurriedly loosened the collar of a student, and said with a smile: "Sir, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are discussing."

The blacksmith who provoked the trouble also knew that something was broken, and hurriedly explained: "Sir, we are discussing each other."

Who is Yang Ling, can't tell from fighting and sparring, and he doesn't point it out: "Really sparring?"

"It's a real competition, ask them if you don't believe me." Wang Huzi replied, winking at the students.

The students are now also dumb eating coptis, and they can't tell if they are suffering. If they fight, they will definitely be driven back, but in order to serve as soldiers, they can only grit their teeth and admit that this is a competition and not a fight.

"Okay, since it's a competition, my hands are itchy today, who wants to come up and compete with me?"

Yang Ling accepted the task. Before dark, he wanted to make this group of stragglers twist into a rope to become a fighting force, so he climbed up the bamboo pole, trying to frighten this group of veterans through competitions and become a deterrent. Much simpler.

"Sir, it's not important for us brothers to attack, I'm afraid of hurting you, I think let's forget about it."

Wang Huzi saw that although Yang Ling was tall, he was still quite thin. He reckoned that it was a show and not useful. Although he said it respectfully, anyone could hear the contempt in his tone.

"You just let go, if anyone wins against me, I will let him be the battalion commander!"

Hearing Yang Ling's words, these soldiers were immediately moved. They are all people who like to gamble. Bravery, all he cares about is face.

"Sir, are you serious?" Wang Huzi asked uncertainly.

"One word from a gentleman, it's hard to chase!" Yang Ling's eyes showed sharp self-confidence: "But if you lose, you have to obey me obediently."

"Okay, deal!" Wang Huzi gritted his teeth and agreed.

Text 267 Chapter Liwei!

"Blacksmith, since the officer has the taste, why not practice with him? Hehe."

Wang Huzi winked at the blacksmith while talking, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, if he wanted to live a comfortable life in the future, he had to show his hands well, and he couldn't let the new chief look down upon him.

Although Wang Huzi felt that Yang Ling was a show, but seeing Yang Ling standing there calm and confident, he couldn't figure out his details, so he pushed the strongest blacksmith out just to be on the safe side.

A blacksmith's background, his thick and sturdy body combined with his dark skin is like a small iron tower, and there is a tyrannical force in his tight muscles.

He didn't enjoy the fight with the students just now, now that Yang Ling wants to challenge, if he shrinks his head in front of everyone, he will really be unable to hold his head up in the future, so there is no extra nonsense, just stride out and stand still , first of all, the momentum cannot be weak.

More than 100 students were in a state of embarrassment with bruised noses and swollen faces. Although they were full of enthusiasm for serving the country, they were really no match for soldiers like Wang Huzi when it came to boxing skills, so they suffered in the melee.