In an open space with overgrown weeds in the southeast of Gaoqiao Gate Conception Station, more than 300 casualties in tattered military uniforms are huddled together in groups waiting to be reorganized. In addition, there are more than 100
Young students wearing cotton clothes.
The skirmishers were broken up from various units on the front line. They were covered in blood from repeated bloody battles and looked a little embarrassed, but they were all veterans who had fought and seen blood.
Although the cannons were rumbling not far away and the gunfire continued, these veterans did not panic. Some lay on the hay and fell asleep and snored, while others gathered around and gambled with their arms exposed despite the cold. The war had made them see clearly.
Life and death, just be happy if you can, don't worry about it.
More than a hundred young students volunteered to come to the front line. They originally belonged to the field service corps, but after seeing the bloody battles of the front line soldiers, they couldn't help but stay and participate in the battle.
"As soldiers, you don't want to serve your country and kill the enemy, but you are gambling here. Are you worthy of the clothes you are wearing?"
The young students were jealous of their enemies. When they saw these scattered stragglers who had no intention of making progress but were gambling and having fun here, some stepped forward to accuse them.
A tough and muscular man with his arms exposed was losing this month's military pay and was in a bad mood. Hearing someone accusing them for no reason, he immediately waved his hands impatiently: "I'm gambling and messing with your shit. I can't wait to relax."
go."
"Wang Beard, put this gun here, I don't believe in this evil today." The tough soldier pulled out the Japs Southern pistol seized from his waist and pledged it as gambling money. He kept losing, which made him angry.
"I told you, blacksmith, don't go back on your word!" A soldier with a beard asked with a smile when he saw the exquisite southern pistol.
"What the hell are you grinding, hurry up, hurry up!" the soldier nicknamed the blacksmith stared at the dice in the bowl and urged.
"Look!" Wang Huzi clicked the two bowls together and shook the dice with a clanging sound. The three dice were spinning at a very fast speed.
Wang Huzi saw that the time was almost up, so he slammed the bowl on the ground, and in the eyes of everyone, he opened the bowl, and the spinning dice gradually stopped. Wang Huzi smiled: "Two, six, six." He handed the bowl to him.
The burly blacksmith.
When the blacksmith saw the 266 shot by Wang Huzi, he snorted coldly, held two bowls and shook them, but he was a little nervous. If he lost, the pistol he had captured would be gone, so Chi
It's too late to open.
"Blacksmith, drive quickly, aren't you scared?" Someone saw the blacksmith keep shaking and couldn't help but start to cheer.
"You are so impatient. The emperor is not impatient and the eunuch is impatient. Isn't he just 266? I can definitely beat him."
There was a burst of boos around him, and they really couldn't agree with his luck.
Wang Beard saw that the blacksmith kept shaking, and he also urged: "Okay, blacksmith, don't waste time, let's drive."
"Open!" The blacksmith gritted his teeth and turned the bowl upside down. The three dice were spinning so fast that the blacksmith's throat was raised.
"Hahaha, three to one." Seeing the dice finally stopped, huge laughter erupted from the surroundings, which made the blacksmith very angry.
"Blacksmith, I admit it." Wang Huzi laughed and put the blacksmith's captured Southern Fourteenth 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, you are so unlucky." The blacksmith took off his hat and stood up, fanning himself. He was very lucky and 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 all his money and was in a bad mood. He vaguely heard a student talking about him and immediately became unhappy: "Hey, boy, who are you talking about?"
The students were also young and energetic, and were not afraid of the blacksmith's questions. They raised their necks and said, "I'm talking about you bunch of unlearned and unskilled soldiers."
"Hey, I said you little brats, believe it or not, I will deal with you!" The blacksmith immediately rolled up his sleeves and threatened.
"Are we still afraid of you, a rogue soldier?" The students also responded tit-for-tat.
"What a shame, if I don't deal with you today, you still don't know how powerful Prince Ma is!"
The blacksmith took advantage of his strong and powerful figure, strode forward and punched the student who dared to challenge him, knocking him to the ground. The student's nose immediately started to bleed.
"Classmates! Beat him!" Seeing their classmate being beaten, the remaining students also became excited and rushed forward, waving their fists.
As the saying goes, a good man cannot be defeated by four hands. Facing more than a hundred young students, although the blacksmith could stand up to ten, he could not stand up to the crowd and was soon knocked to the ground.
"Wang Beard, why don't you fucking help!" The blacksmith with a bruised nose and swollen face got up and ran for help.
Wang Huzi, who was gambling over there, saw that the blacksmith was being chased and beaten by a group of students, and he said boldly: "Brothers, come on!" He led the skirmishers and rushed forward, and soon a melee broke out between the two sides.
Yang Ling, Liu Yidao and Qin Shou had just found a gathering place for soldiers to replenish their guerrilla camp. When they saw a group of people fighting in a melee, they thought it was the Japanese who came over. But when they took a closer look, they were like, damn, one of our own is beating our own.
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boom!
Yang Ling took out his shell gun and fired a shot into the sky to stop the melee.
"You're all fucking full and you have nothing to do, right?! It's so majestic to have the ability to beat up little devils and your own people to beat your own people!" Yang Ling looked serious when he saw the people with bruises and swollen faces.
Seeing Yang Ling wearing the rank of colonel and 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 started the trouble also knew that something was wrong and hurriedly explained: "Sir, we are discussing and discussing."
Who is Yang Ling? Can't you tell from fighting and sparring? He didn't point it out: "Really sparring?"
"It's a real competition. If you don't believe me, ask them." Wang Huzi replied while winking at the students.
The students are now dumb and unable to express their sufferings. If they start fighting, they will definitely be sent back. However, in order to become soldiers, they can only grit their teeth and admit that this is a discussion 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 and wanted to twist these stragglers into a rope before dark and become a fighting force, so he climbed up the bamboo pole, hoping to scare these veteran ruffians through a competition and become a deterrent. Things would be better then.
Much simpler.
"Sir, our brothers don't attack lightly. We're afraid of hurting you. Let's just watch the spar."
Wang Huzi saw that although Yang Ling had a straight body, he was still quite thin. He thought that Yang Ling was just a showman and not useful. Although he said it respectfully, everyone could hear the contempt in his tone.
"You can just let it go. If anyone beats 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. This time Yang Ling's bet is really big. If he really wins the battalion commander, even if he can't become a battalion commander, he will not be a soldier.
Being brave only cares about face.
"Sir, are you serious about this?" Wang Huzi asked uncertainly.
"As a gentleman says, a horse is hard to catch!" Yang Ling's eyes showed sharp confidence: "But if you lose, you must obey me."
"Okay, deal!" Wang Huzi gritted his teeth and agreed.