The four fire-headed soldiers of the 11th Preparatory Division strode angrily towards the remaining soldiers. Fatty Tian San shrank his head with a guilty conscience and already ducked behind the remaining soldiers, preparing to flee.
"Damn fat man, don't run away, stop for me!"
The fat man's obese body was too conspicuous. He was a giant among a group of sallow, thin and malnourished remnants of soldiers. The fire-headed soldiers saw this infuriating fat man at a glance.
"My stomach hurts, oops, I'm going to go relieve myself."
When Fatty Tian heard the other party's roar, he immediately stopped hiding his whereabouts and ran towards the reed swamp in the distance with his stomach in his hands, leaving the remaining soldiers stunned for a moment.
"Damn it, this fat guy must have stolen the pancakes, right?" Seeing the hot-headed soldier who came to the door and the fat guy who escaped, the remaining soldiers looked at each other and murmured in their hearts.
However, Luo Dayong just lacked a nerve in his head. The grain pancake he had just eaten was just a drop in the bucket for his hungry stomach. When he saw a few fire-headed soldiers approaching, he didn't care and went straight to meet them.
He grabbed a squad leader of the fire-headed soldiers and said: "Brother, do you still have pancakes? You are too stingy to have one for each person, please bring a few more."
The squad leader of the fire-headed soldiers was very angry because the fat man stole their pancakes. When he heard Luo Dayong say this, he was stunned for a moment and his heart suddenly became angry. Damn it, the feelings are all the same.
The squad leader of the Huotou soldiers grabbed Luo Dayong's collar directly: "Big man, hand over the pancakes quickly, otherwise none of you will be able to leave today!"
Even though Luo Dayong had a thick head, he also reacted and felt that the pancake he was eating was stolen by the fat man. He hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Brother, you can eat indiscriminately but not talk indiscriminately. I don't know what kind of pancake you are eating."
do you know?"
"I don't know. It must have been taken by the fat man just now. It has nothing to do with us." The remnants of the soldiers all agreed and started to help.
The leader of the fire-headed soldier looked up and saw that there was no trace of the fat man anywhere, but it was gone.
"I don't care. Anyway, you are all in the same group. If you steal our 11th Division's pancakes, I will vomit them all out!"
The squad leader of the fire-headed soldiers, who looked excited, tightened his grip on Luo Dayong's collar and threatened the remaining soldiers loudly.
Now hundreds of thousands of troops have gathered on the battlefield in Shanghai, and the logistics supply pressure is very high. They often have to eat one meal before finishing the next. Now almost half of the pancakes have been eaten by this group of remnants. The squad leader of the fire-headed soldiers cannot deliver at all. He is very angry now.
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"It's what they stole. The baskets are all here." Another fire-headed soldier picked up the torn basket on the ground and started to add fuel to the fire.
"You said it wasn't for you to eat! Then what is this!" Seeing the torn basket, the squad leader of the fire-headed soldiers asked loudly. The remaining soldiers looked at the sky and the scenery, and turned their heads away, feeling in their hearts
The fat man has already been scolded bloody.
Luo Dayong stood up and defended himself: "Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. It was the fat man who took it. You go find the fat man." As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull away the hand of the fire-headed soldier squad leader who was grabbing his collar.
Now Luo Dayong has made up his mind to put everything on the fat man's head. Anyway, he has run away and the fire-headed soldiers can't do anything to him.
But the squad leader of the Fire-headed Soldiers was unwilling to give up and reached out to grab Luo Dayong again: "Let's go! Go see our regiment leader! Let our regiment leader judge!"
"If you don't go, your captain will definitely be against you." Luo Dayong waved his hands hurriedly and started to cheat.
Luo Dayong was tall and strong, and the fire-headed soldier squad leader could not pull him away. He called to the three fire-headed soldiers behind him: "Take them to see the regiment leader! If you dare to steal our pancakes, let them spit them out!"
"It's just a few pancakes, why are you so stingy?" said the old smoker angrily while smashing the dry cigarette.
"Hey, you scumbags are still justified in stealing our 11th Division's pancakes, right?!"
The fire-headed soldier squad leader rolled up his sleeves, his face full of anger.
When Lao Yanqiang heard the scum coming out of the mouth of the squad leader, he suddenly stood up and asked, "Who do you think is the scum?!"
"I'm talking about you! You can't fight, but you can be a thief. If you don't want to be a scum, you are nothing!"
When Lao Yanqiang heard these words, he immediately became angry. So many people died, but no one sympathized with him. Instead, he was called a scumbag. He rushed up to the squad leader of the fire-headed soldiers and punched him with a raised hand.
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"I'm scum! You're worse than scum! You're all a loser!" Lao Yanqiang knocked down the leader of the squad leader with a punch, and You kicked him out of anger, cursing loudly.
They fought along the way, and people around them died one after another, but the fighting never stopped. They didn't even have time to feel sad, and all their grievances were suppressed in their hearts.
They just wanted to survive and ate a few pancakes from the 11th Division, but they were scolded as scum. The grievances and anger in the hearts of the remaining soldiers seemed to have found a vent, and they poured out without reservation.
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The initial tug-of-war between the two sides eventually evolved into a fight. The remaining soldiers were as angry as wild beasts whose scars were uncovered. However, when the four fire-headed soldiers saw that they had stolen the cakes and were so confident that they even beat them up, they were instantly shocked.
He also fought back.
The remnant soldiers struggled with the fire-headed soldiers, shouting and cursing, and clouds of smoke rose up. However, the number of the fire-headed soldiers was too small, and they were soon beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. They broke free and ran away, shouting at the same time.
Shouting: "These scum are attacking people! People from the 11th Division come and help!"
The soldiers of the 11th Division who were digging trenches in the distance had no idea what was happening here. When they saw the people on their side being beaten, they jumped out of the trenches without hesitation and ran towards them to help.
Although everyone is now affiliated with the National Revolutionary Army, the grievances and conflicts accumulated in the warlord era will not be resolved in a short time. Although they all go to the front line to fight the national war, the conflicts between each other still exist. Now I see that I
The people here were bullied, and the people in the 11th Division immediately became angry.
Seeing the dark crowd of people running towards them, the remnant soldiers, who were overwhelmed with anger, immediately felt that something was wrong and hurriedly ran back.
From the verbal dispute to the fist fight, it only took a few minutes. Yang Ling leaned on the wooden stake and took in everything. He watched quietly and did not stop it.
After a series of defeats, they retreated again and again. The remnant soldiers watched helplessly as the familiar people around them were stabbed to death by the Japs, and their flesh and blood were separated by heavy shelling. As the leader, Yang Ling knew that although the remnants were very angry and depressed, they were full of emotions.
The anger cannot be vented.
They rushed towards the little devil angrily, but more people died and fewer and fewer people were around them. They became more depressed and aggrieved, forming a vicious circle. When the disappointment and anger reaches a certain level, it will eventually make people go crazy with despair.
, this is what Yang Ling does not want to see.
The remnant soldiers were in trouble, and when they saw the other side's help coming, they hurriedly ran back to Yang Ling for help. At this moment, they felt a little regretful for their recklessness and impulsiveness.
But now that things have happened, they definitely can't stay here any longer. Anyway, they received the order to retreat and rest, so there is no need for them to wait here to be beaten.
"What are you doing standing there, run away!" Yang Ling looked at the remaining soldiers looking at him blankly, and said angrily.