Holding a slingshot in his hand, Zhang Sixing asked Lu Feizhang beside him.
Watching Zhang Sixing aim at Guo Liangjun with his slingshot, Lu Feizhang had a somewhat strange look on his face.
"Sir, there is no need to hit someone with a slingshot. Just hit him directly in front of his feet..."
"You're worthless, you can't even take a joke, just keep a close eye on him."
Zhang Sixing stretched the wooden slingshot he borrowed from the soldiers in the mixed barracks to his full strength, and then released it with a "pop".
Guo Liangjun, who was on the other side of the river, was directing people to bounce the collected condolences to the other side of the river.
Suddenly there was a heavy blow on the frame of his sunglasses, and then the sunglasses flew out. Flying out with the sunglasses, there was also a bullet casing.
With just one glance, Guo Liangjun knew who did it. But he didn't understand that that guy in his twenties acted like a child.
My eyes quickly glanced around, and I didn't see anyone who was an eyesore. I picked up the bullet casings while picking up my sunglasses. But I couldn't help but curse,
"asshole……"
Even though he was cursing, he couldn't help but admire that guy.
Although he knocked off his sunglasses, they were not broken. Moreover, the bullet casing fell at his feet. If nothing else, the look in his eyes was shocking.
And with such a little joke, even people who see it will take it as a joke and won't think more about it.
As an old underground party member, he took the bullet casing and hurriedly got into the cab of the car that sent the condolences, and took out a small note from the bullet casing.
At this moment, Lu Feizhang, who saw everything in Sihang Warehouse, smacked his lips.
"Sir, your ability with a slingshot..."
"Haha, this is nothing. When I came to Shanghai for illegal immigration, I didn't have the skills to shoot a slingshot, so I starved to death on the way."
Hearing Zhang Sixing's indifferent words, Lu Feizhang secretly remembered that the guy in front of him was not a pure German, but was smuggled there.
Seeing as he is young and has experience as a paratrooper in Germany, when did he sneak across?
Ignoring Lu Feizhang's surprise, Zhang Sixing rushed into Xie Jinyuan's office again.
"Thank you, Captain, for lending me a phone number."
Xie Jinyuan, who was sitting behind the office and cleaning his gun, asked casually,
"Why is there no movement from the Japanese side today?"
"I probably won't attack when there's a southerly wind. I guess I'm afraid of being blown up by a helmet mine."
Hearing Zhang Sixing mention the helmet thunder, Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but think to himself:
This guy really has no taboos in what he does. He uses a kite to carry mines to blow up people. It's a shame he figured it out.
But then I thought about it, kites have a history of so many years in China, why no one has thought about it.
Paper kites are fragile, but cloth kites may not be fragile. Small kites cannot carry bombs, but big kites can certainly carry bombs. A piece of charcoal can turn into a time bomb. How big is this...
Seeing Xie Jinyuan sitting behind the desk, Yang Ruifu was cleaning his rifle beside him. He looked at Zhang Sixing curiously, wondering where this guy's excuse for using the phone came from.
Xie Jinyuan still wiped the gun unhurriedly, Zhang Sixing spoke in a rare way of squeaking,
"Thank you, Commander, I'll call my girlfriend to see if you..."
Hearing what Zhang Sixing said, Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but feel angry. On the battlefield, he used a phone used for command to talk to his girlfriend, but he raised it directly to the highest officer. How careless was it?
Although I was not very happy, I still decided to let him make the call. After all, this guy is not a soldier, so we really can't ask him according to military law.
"It doesn't matter. If Mr. Zhang wants to call, feel free to call. Just pretend that I don't exist."
"this……"
Zhang Sixing had an awkward smile on his face, but there was no hint of the ambiguity in his eyes that he would have when calling his girlfriend.
"Thank you, Commander, if we say something personal, it will be inconvenient for you here."
Until then, Xie Jinyuan raised his head when he heard that there was something wrong in Zhang Sixing's words.
This guy had a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, and he looked like he was about to call his girlfriend, but his eyes seemed to have a deeper meaning. In a blink of an eye, he understood, this guy didn't want to call a woman, he wanted to
Handle matters involving the barracks, Lao Ba, and military police during the retreat.
It is indeed inconvenient to hear these things, especially when everyone's different destinations have just been determined.
After thinking for a moment, Xie Jinyuan stood up and kicked Yang Ruifu's stool.
"Let's go, Battalion Commander Yang, let's not get in Mr. Zhang's way anymore."
He glanced at Zhang Sixing curiously and then at Xie Jinyuan. The sensitive Yang Ruifu felt that they must be playing some kind of riddle. He simply pretended to believe what Zhang Sixing said, and asked, fortunately,
"Mr. Zhang, I'm afraid your girlfriend is the white Russian girl on the other side of the river. She kept staring at you when she was croaking the morning before yesterday."
After hearing Yang Ruifu's words, Zhang Sixing shrugged, looking a little embarrassed.
"Yes, it's that white Russian girl. You don't know that you can't get rid of the girl who sticks to you... Don't worry about her..."
He spoke words that he didn't mean and behaved like a man in love who didn't want others to hear his inappropriate words.
Zhang Sixing was not sure whether Xie Jinyuan told Yang Ruifu, so he guessed it was possible.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't tell others about this.
After all, it is true as I analyzed. The soldiers who do not have to fight to defend the Sihang Warehouse will have their hearts broken now.
To be honest, the fact that the four lines of soldiers were trapped in the public concession may be one of the reasons why many soldiers are heartbroken.
Judging from the incident itself, the impact is just a bit bad.
But really in the long run... the fate of a small person will not cause any big waves, but when the situation takes a turn for the worse... every nail on the coffin lid, no matter how big or small, is driven in by oneself.
"Peng"
The office door closed and Zhang Sixing took off the phone.
As for whether there are people outside eavesdropping, he doesn't care. If something is not put on the table, then it doesn't exist at all.
Just like what he is doing now, no one involved will admit that it happened.
"Pick me up to the British Consulate."
After waiting for a while, the call was finally connected.
"I'm Zhang Sixing. I'm looking for Consul Benson. I want to discuss something with him."
I don’t know how the British consul explained to his subordinates. Anyway, the call was connected almost instantly, and the polite voice of Benson, the British consul in Shanghai, came immediately,
"Mr. Zhang, I have been waiting for your call. What are your orders this time... and I estimate that your mission at Sihang Warehouse will end soon. By then, that group of British soldiers...
"
Consul Benson was holding a glass of wine. He had been waiting for this moment. The defenders of Sihang Warehouse were about to retreat, so would Zhang Sixing return the British soldiers who were captured or kidnapped by him as he said?