Chi Dakui reached out and held the bayonet. Just as he was about to speak, several gunshots were heard in the distance.
The direction of the sound was to their west, exactly where they had just left.
The gunshots were regular and were warning shots. The kid finally discovered the truth. Liu Lang narrowed his eyes. Although the kid was smarter than he thought, his delaying strategy was actually quite successful.
At least, I have bought him ten minutes, which is enough.
"In five minutes at most, the Japs' patrol is coming. Are you afraid?" Taking a deep breath, Liu Lang looked calmly at the group of defeated soldiers in ragged clothes with sad faces on their faces.
Including Chi Dakui, everyone's expressions were stiff.
Who is not afraid?
Who is not afraid of death?
Previously, when they dared to fight against machine guns, they knew they would die sooner or later, but now that they have finally survived, who would want to die?
If you were a cultural person here, you might even recite a sentence: Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving pictures for history. But to these big bosses, what is history? Their most important purpose is to become soldiers.
Just to get paid, go back and serve my parents, marry a daughter-in-law, and then have a fat baby.
Of course they don't want to die.
If you don’t want to die, you will naturally be afraid.
The answer is simple, but hard to say.
"I don't know if you are afraid or not, but I am very afraid. Really, I don't want to die at all. Didn't you see that I hit my head hard just to avoid that kid's gun?" Liu Lang pointed at himself.
The big red bump on his forehead said seriously.
"Sir, it turns out you are afraid too!" Zhao Ergou grinned.
The officer wearing the Japanese sergeant's uniform, which is two sizes too small, is a bit funny in itself. Now coupled with the big bump on his forehead and the big painted face, he looks too much like a stage opera singer.
"Of course I'm afraid. Mom, I'm so scared. If I had known it would hurt so much, I would rather get shot." Pressing the red bump, Liu Lang bared his teeth and cursed angrily.
The soldiers all bared their teeth and grinned, and their tense hearts relaxed. It turned out that it was not shameful to be afraid, but the superior and coaxing commander who killed people as well as chickens was also afraid.
If Liu Lang single-handedly killed six Japanese soldiers, he won the respect of the soldiers and gained leadership, but it was only at this moment that he truly integrated into the group.
I just used a big bag on my head.
The reason is actually very simple. Liu Lang told the soldiers with facts that he was not a god.
Gods can only stay on the high platform where they are sacrificed, and cannot become comrades. On the battlefield, without comrades, gods will die. Just like if you treat a woman as a goddess, the goddess will eventually become someone else's woman.
the same.
At first, like the soldiers, Ji Yanxue wanted to laugh. But when she saw Liu Lang grinning when he pressed the big bag on his head.
That bastard is so stupid. He knew it hurt, so why did he press it? Ji Yanxue suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart that she wanted to teach that fat bastard a lesson.
Although Ji Yanxue was instantly shocked and annihilated.
Inexplicably guilty, I looked around and found that no one was paying attention to me. They were all staring at the fat man standing at the front. The fat man looked ridiculous but was as thick as a wall.
Unexpectedly, Fatty Liu really has the look of an officer. Why didn't you notice it before? Ji Yanxue couldn't help but compare the Fat Major in her memory with the current Liu Lang, and suddenly realized that Fatty was very masculine.
This had nothing to do with touching her butt. Ji Yanxue swore that she had never thought about it in this way. Even though she felt a burning pain in her butt, the bastard was using extraordinary force.
"But, what's the use of being afraid?" Liu Lang's face suddenly changed, pointing at the body in front of everyone, and said angrily: "Being afraid will prevent us from being treated as livestock slaughtered wantonly like them? Like garbage.
Abandoned and died without dignity?"
Everyone was silent, but their eyes burst out with fire.
Yes, the only function of fear here is to make you suffer mental torture before death.
"Isn't it just a matter of death if Mom pulls a prank? The brothers are all dead, and I don't want to live for a long time. Chief Liu, what do you say? The brothers have already done it with you." Chi Dakui punched him hard.
On the ground, he looked at Liu Langdao with big copper bell eyes.
"Yes, sir, we'll do it with you."
"Fight with the little devil."
"One flat, two people earn one."
The soldiers expressed their opinions passionately.
"Okay, now I order..." A smile appeared in Liu Lang's eyes.
As long as the military morale is available, there is only a slight possibility of completing his crazy plan. Without the cooperation of these soldiers, with his current physical condition and equipment, he can only attack the stone with an egg.
Liu Lang's order surprised everyone. He did not ask the soldiers to pick up their guns and fight against the Japanese search troops, nor did he lead the big guys to move closer to his troops to escape. Instead, he asked a few soldiers to
For the smaller soldiers, let them put on the Japanese uniforms they just took off.
Putting the newly captured 38-guns on the backs of the national soldiers dressed as Japanese soldiers, Liu Lang stood facing the pile of corpses and solemnly saluted with a standard military salute of later generations.
It’s not that Liu Lang doesn’t understand the salute method of the National Army. Even if he is not familiar with military history, as a child of the new society who grew up watching the war films of the two parties during the Anti-Japanese War, Liu Lang also knows that the salute method of the National Army was derived from the US military.
, fingers close to the brim of the hat, palms facing outward.
However, Liu Lang still chose the military salute that he was most familiar with in later generations.
For no other reason than for the future generations of China, we all owe these veterans who died in obscurity and remained in obscurity for seventy years the most sincere salute.
There is no bipartisanship, no political differences, only sacrifice.
Yes, because of sacrifice.
Without sacrifice, there is no victory.
"Brothers, I'm sorry. Lao Chi is going to fight the little devils to the death. I can't let you rest in your grave. Please walk slower on the road. Maybe Lao Chi can catch you." Chi Dakui led the soldiers to kneel down.
, kowtowed several times and chanted softly.
After a moment of silence, Liu Lang waved his hand and ordered: "Follow me and set off."
"No, sir, we still have so many brothers who haven't taken any of them?" Chi Dakui, who quickly got up, became a little anxious when he saw the formation.
With this little bayonet in his hand, he goes to fight against the little devil? He's not that stupid yet, and he still hopes to make some money back!
The kid made a rifle made in Hanyang and didn’t like leaving it here, but it was capable of killing people, right?
"Have you ever seen a prisoner take a prisoner?" Liu Lang glared at him angrily.
I don’t know how this guy became the company commander, and he didn’t even notice such a simple arrangement.
It suddenly dawned on everyone. It turned out that Liu Lang wanted to pretend to be a Japanese team escorting prisoners. Naturally, prisoners could not be equipped with weapons.
In the enemy-occupied area, this once real escort team can go further than working hard with a gun. Even if it is a sneak attack, the possibility of success is doubled.
From Chi Dakui on down, everyone looked at Liu Lang with a hint of admiration. No wonder he was an officer and his mind was spinning faster than the average person.