Check in from the bright sword

"Tuan Zuo, I know you want to kill people and stand up." Wang Yan whispered, "But now is not the time, and Mi Long is not a good candidate. Strictly speaking, he did not make a mistake."

Long Wenwen's expression was slightly unnatural.

Because his intention was indeed to kill people and build power.

Because there are more and more cannon fodder gathered together by him, and it is becoming more and more difficult to control.

At this time, there is no other good way, but to kill a chicken with enough weight to frighten the monkeys.

So Long Wenwen chose the big cock Milong, the key point is that the big cock made a mistake in his brain.

However, what Long Wenwen didn't expect was that Lin Yi actually opposed him doing this, which was a bit troublesome.

"Why didn't you make a mistake?" Long Wenwen snorted, "Coercing women is a mistake, and according to the law, they should be shot."

"The key point is that the female comrades of the other family did not feel that they were being coerced." Wang Yan said, "The fact is quite the opposite. The female comrades of the other family are full of feelings for Milong."

Long Wenwen said: "These are two different things."

"It's the same thing." Wang Yan rarely insisted on his own opinion.

"What if I have to be shot?" Long Wenwen's voice became louder.

"Then you shoot me first!" Wang Yan said without hesitation, "I am the battalion commander and reconnaissance platoon leader, and I approved Milong's actions. If you really want to investigate the responsibility, the main responsibility lies with me, not him. "

"Do you think I dare not?" Long Wenwen was a little bit hard to get off.

While speaking, Long Wenwen took out a Mauser pistol and pointed it at Wang Yan's forehead.

Seeing this, the cannon fodder who were sitting and resting not far away suddenly stood up.

The No. [-] chief of the Sichuan Army had a quarrel with the No. [-] chief, and even fired a gun. The two lieutenant officers, including Li Wula and Meng Fan, were at a loss.

Only Milong was not affected at all, happily digging the grave by the side of the road.

The three-inch thick pine coffin has already been laid, and the grave is dug and the old man is buried. Then he can marry that beautiful young woman back home, and he is a man with a wife.

Thinking of this, Milong immediately felt completely clean.

While digging, he hummed: "You want me to come, who wouldn't want to come..."

At this moment, there was a sudden bang sound in the distance, and the cannon fodders all turned their heads to look back.

Long Wenwen also turned his head abruptly, and said in a deep voice: "The 75 mountain artillery is eight kilometers away. This is the Japanese artillery. Their infantry is at most three kilometers away from here!"

"This is their infantry." Wang Yan whispered, "Their scouts are closer."

While speaking, the cannon fodder that Long Wenwen forcibly put together and the troops accompanying the army started to riot.

Some with good foot strength rushed towards the direction of Nantianmen, and those with weak foot strength thought they could not run away, so they simply got into the woods on both sides, hoping that the Japanese army would only focus on chasing the defeated soldiers in front and let them go.

Only the more than 500 cannon fodder who followed Long Wenwen from Myitkyina remained calm.

These more than 500 cannon fodders fought victoriously with Long Wenwen, and their mental outlook has obviously changed.

Long Wenwen yelled: "Get up, get up, dig out all the cannon fodder that got into the forest, and then catch up with the shameless people in front with these cannon fodder."

"Come home with me, come home!"

"Go home, I'll take you home."

"I'm not active at home, I have a problem with my brain..."

The cannon fodder who came all the way from Myitkyina began to act.

The cannon fodder that got into the woods was searched out one by one, and Long Wenwen kicked them into the marching ranks one by one, and then led a large group of troops to chase the defeated soldiers who ran away first.

Wang Yan observed again, but did not find the Japanese scouts with white towels around their necks.

But Milong was in a hurry, and kept shouting: "Ai Ai, don't go away, help me finish the work."

"Your uncle, this is you marrying a wife, not us marrying a wife." Meng annoyed, "Why should we risk being chased and killed by the Japanese army to help you with this favor?"

"Grandpa Meng." Mi Long immediately knelt down, "Grandfathers, I beg you."

"Your uncle, I've never seen anyone more shameless than you." Meng Fan's face suddenly darkened.

Wang Yan smiled, and said, "All the reconnaissance platoon is there, hurry up and collect and bury the dead overseas Chinese, hurry up!"

Bu La, Kang Ya, Yao Ma and other cannon fodder were obviously more willing to obey Wang Yan's orders. After Wang Yan gave the order, they didn't even look back at Long Wenwen's face, and rushed to help.

There are many people and strength is great, twelve people went up together, and soon Shangguan Jieci's father-in-law was buried.

Milong took Shangguan Jieci and Lei Baoer to knock on the tombstone just erected a few times, then directly put Lei Baoer on his neck, and then took Shangguan Jieci's hand to chase after the group.

Chapter 515 Nantianmen

When the cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army turned over the Nantian Gate, they happened to see that Xingtiandu was blown up by the national army engineers on the other side.

Xingtiandu is a bridge over the Nujiang River. Seeing that Xingtiandu was blown up, the broken soldiers and refugees who were heading towards Xingtiandu immediately let out loud cries.

They thought that once Xingtiandu was bombed, they would never be able to cross the river and return to the country.

In the confusion, I don't know who shouted: "Go to the ferry, there is still a ferry!"

There is indeed a ferry under Xingtiandu, and there are even a few bamboo rafts left.

Ever since, the defeated soldiers and refugees flocked to the riverside ferry like a tide.

When Long Wenwen and the cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army reached the halfway up the Nantian Gate, the ferry was already crowded with people, and there were at least a thousand routs and refugees.

Long Wenwen did not order.

But the cannon fodder of the Sichuan Army still subconsciously stopped.

An indescribable self-esteem rose in the hearts of the cannon fodder, making them unwilling to rush to the riverside and join those routs like headless chickens.

Even if they are cannon fodder, they are still a bunch of self-respecting cannon fodder.

Looking at the rout soldiers crowded by the river, Meng Fan said quietly: "Young master has already lost dozens of battles."

Mi Long, who was standing behind Meng Fanle, immediately added: "I have more battles than you, and I have lost more than 100 battles."

"Who can compare with you?" Meng Fan said, "I mean, this time was the most decent defeat. We still maintained our formation until the end."

However, Long Wenwen was holding up a telescope and was observing Jiangfang on the other side.

"The fortifications are very sparse. How can such fortifications stop the Japanese army?"