Chapter four hundred and seventeen causing trouble
Yang Ling and his regiment were responsible for the rear cover of the entire army. The eastern Henan and northern Shandong provinces were turned into a marsh due to the opening of the Yellow River. The Japanese pursuit troops were blocked by the torrential floods. Yang Ling and his regiment also managed to escape with their lives and successfully evacuated to Hankou.
After they arrived in Hankou after a long journey, before they had time to take a breath, a staff officer left behind by brigade commander Zhou Zhidao found them and conveyed new orders.
"It seems we have to continue on our way." The exhausted leader Zhang Handuo smiled bitterly while looking at the order in his hand.
Although the Battle of Lanfeng ended with regret, the 74th Army won strong praise for its courage to fight and fight. As the battlefield situation changed, their troops were transferred to the ninth theater sequence to perform new combat missions.
Yang Ling patted the dust on his shoulders and said, "Brothers have been running around for days and are already exhausted. I think we should rest for a night before leaving. It won't waste too much time."
The group leader Zhang Handuo thought for a moment and then nodded, "Okay, then let the brothers rest for a night before leaving."
Yang Ling and the others had been spinning almost continuously on the battlefield these days, with almost no time to breathe. The order to rest for the night was passed on, and they immediately won the cheers of the brothers.
Yang Ling emphasized that running the army requires a certain degree of relaxation, and one should always tighten one's nerves and remain vigilant on the battlefield, but now that the Japanese have been left hundreds of miles away, any further tightening would affect the combat effectiveness of the brothers.
During these years of war and chaos, the three towns of Wuhan became the heart of the war. Not only were millions of people gathered here, but various party and government agencies and factories were also gathered here.
Compared to the desolate North and Central China, Hankou appears to be a bit abnormally prosperous in this land of war-torn China, with celebrities everywhere enjoying the feasting and feasting.
The brothers had just come off the battlefield. They couldn't stand the loneliness after seeing this colorful world. They didn't care about being covered in blood and plunged into the bustling streets to have fun.
Yang Ling knew that these brothers had been suppressed for a long time. The cruel battlefield had put them through too much, so he didn't bother to care about them. As long as they didn't cause trouble, just relax.
"Tsk, tsk, look at that girl, she's so pretty. It would be worth dying to be my wife."
The brothers were wandering in small groups on the busy streets, looking at the young women with voluptuous figures and cool clothes, their eyes fixed on them and they couldn't move away.
"Go, go, look at your potential, why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror, what kind of virtue are you, can this girl follow you back to work as a farmer and resist digging the ground with a hoe?" A veteran laughed without concealment.
"I'm telling you, platoon leader, don't look down on me. When I make a meritorious service, hang that medal on my chest, and that girl won't rush to jump on it."
"Tch, you can just dream about your daydreams." The platoon leader held his head high and pointed at the brothel with red lanterns hanging high and said with a smile: "That's where we should go. If you have money, spend it.
If you save up and don't lay eggs, you might be able to take advantage of the Japanese at some point."
"Yes, the platoon leader is still wise." Some brothers were so frustrated that they rubbed their hands together and laughed.
The veteran platoon leader looked at the group of brothers behind him and said with a smile: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go."
Just as these ragged brothers were happily heading straight to the brothel, a small bridge car drove quickly along the street with its horn honking, causing people on the street to flip over and curse.
"Stab--" The speed of the small bridge vehicle was too fast, and it drove directly in front of the veteran platoon leader and his group before slamming on the brakes, almost knocking them over.
A young man in a suit and leather suit in the back seat of the car hit his head on the seat in front of him because of the sudden braking, and cursed in pain.
"How the hell can you drive! You want to die!" the young man cursed the driver in the front seat.
The driver was scolded, and he was simmering with anger. He stuck his head out, looked at the veteran platoon leader and the others who had not had time to hide, and opened his mouth to curse: "You are looking for death! Why don't you get out of the way!"
The veteran platoon leader and the others were happily going to have fun and relax, but they were almost knocked over by a car and broke into a cold sweat.
However, they also knew that people who could ride in cars were either rich or noble, and were not something they, the big guns, could afford to offend, so they were prepared to settle the matter and leave.
But who knew that this driver had no moral integrity and would curse when he opened his mouth. The veteran platoon leader stopped and his face suddenly darkened.
"Who are you asking to get out?" the veteran platoon leader asked, holding back his anger.
This driver was used to bullying others, and he didn't pay attention to the veteran platoon leader and other soldiers.
"You stinky soldiers, get out of here, don't waste my young master's time!" the driver shouted impatiently.
When the veteran platoon leader heard this, he immediately became angry. They were fighting bloody battles at the front line, and these dignitaries were enjoying themselves in the back. Now, not only did they almost hit them, but they also told them to get out and insulted them. This is unbearable.
"Get off here! Don't even think about leaving until I explain everything clearly today!" the veteran platoon leader dragged the driver out of the car.
Although the driver dressed quickly and neatly, he was the opponent of the powerful veteran. Although he struggled and shouted, he was still dragged out.
"What do you want to do, soil all my clothes!" The driver struggled and yelled.
The veteran said solemnly with a dark face: "Apologise to us! Otherwise, this matter will not be finished today!"
The driver was also shocked by the veteran's murderous aura, but when he turned around and saw his young master walking over in his spare time, he suddenly felt courageous.
"How about I don't apologize? A bunch of stinky soldiers are here to make a fool of themselves. They pissed off my young master and you can't live without it!"
"Fuck you!" said the veteran platoon leader, who was also a grumpy man. He raised his fist and punched the arrogant driver.
The veteran platoon leader was a master of killing without blinking an eye. He punched without any reservation. The bridge of the driver's nose collapsed with one punch.
The people watching the excitement would never have thought that these newborn calves serving as soldiers were not afraid of tigers, and they would beat them at will, and they suddenly screamed.
The driver was caught off guard and punched, causing his nose to bleed. He rolled to the ground and let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
The young man in a suit and tie did not expect that the veteran platoon leader and the others would actually take action at his word, and his expression suddenly became terrifyingly gloomy.
"Soldiers, do you know what you are doing? Which army are you from?!" The young master asked coldly as he watched his driver being beaten until his face was covered in blood.
The veteran platoon leader saw that this young man was not only wearing high-end goods, but also riding on a small bridge. He felt a little regretful for his recklessness and felt guilty.
"Let's forget about it for today... I'm not a fool. If I get into trouble, I'll run away as soon as I can't stand it. I'm talking perfunctorily while telling my brothers to run away quickly.
But their luck was not very good. Just as they turned around and prepared to run, a group of heavily armed military police rushed over and quickly surrounded them.
These military policemen all had cold faces, and their strong and powerful bodies showed that they had experienced many battles. The veteran platoon leader and others did not dare to act rashly, and they regretted it endlessly.