"Independent regiment? Squad leader, does our Second Division have an independent regiment?" Seeing the mighty troops entering the pass in such a swagger, a soldier came up and asked with doubts.
"Our division only has the independent brigade that Shen Zuo led before. What about the independent regiment that came? It may be brothers from other divisions who are temporarily passing through the border! But I seem to have heard the name Liu Lang before. Please help me think about it.
"The sergeant squad leader shook his head and replied.
If the commander is blamed for rashly sending an army into the city, he, the leader, will be in bad luck. Even if the army does not have any weapons, most of them are still missing arms and legs.
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However, the young sergeant was strangely not particularly afraid. The rich and gentle officer and his strange subordinates seemed to have a huge magical power, making him give way willingly.
"How do you know the commander? Boss, don't be ridiculous." A soldier looked at the neat queue in the distance with envy and smiled.
"That's true, but I've really heard of this name somewhere." The sergeant squad leader raised his scalp in distress, then glanced at him and shouted: "Shi Datou, what are you looking at? Eavesdropping on military secrets, Nen.
Do you know if you are going to be shot?"
He was so frightened that a vendor wearing a dirty apron, who was about five or six meters away from the soldiers, shivered. Just like his "name", he had a big bald head shining brightly in the sun.
It appears extremely conspicuous.
After hesitating for a while, seeing that the sergeant said something serious but actually didn't have much anger on his face, he came up to him with a shy face. The sergeant was a little surprised.
Shi Datou, who often sells steamed buns at the city gate, usually takes care of his business, and they are familiar with him. This person looks quite tall, but his temper is the most cautious. He will not cause trouble if he can.
I'll give in to the trouble as much as I can. To put it nicely, it's my duty to be honest, but to put it bluntly, it's just that I'm timid and don't have the heroic spirit that a man in Guanzhong should have.
The sergeant always yelled at him, and he seemed to be looking down on him. I didn't expect that he would suddenly be so bold today.
"Sir Chen, do you know where those officers Ada came from?"
Tongguan is located to the east of the Guanzhong Plain, and its language belongs to Guanzhong dialect, which is where Ada means. However, the Second Division has been stationed in Weinan for a long time, and there are many local Shaanxi soldiers, so it is not too difficult to understand Shaanxi dialect.
"Shi Datou, your son can inquire about the affairs of the officers? Go and sell your steamed buns quickly." A soldier waved his hand impatiently, preparing to send away this hawker who was relatively familiar with him on weekdays.
"No, no." The vendor's big bald head shook like a rattle. He took out a neatly folded newspaper from under his dirty white apron, opened it carefully, pointed to a black and white portrait printed on the newspaper and said:
"Sir Chen, do you think the leading officer looks like the officer in the newspaper?"
The sergeant squad leader was stunned, and took the newspaper with his hands and looked at it carefully. Due to the backward printing technology of newspapers in this era, the paper was reluctant to make good paper. Although the picture was not very clear, the broad figure and the round and gentle paper
But his face looked a little familiar to the sergeant.
"Xiaosan'er, how many days have you been in school? Look at what the officer's name is written on." The sergeant handed the newspaper to a small soldier beside him.
"Sir, wait a minute." The soldier happily took the newspaper, read it carefully several times, and said uncertainly: "The surname is Liu, but I forgot to call it "Lang" in the last word, so I called it "Wolf" instead."
"What a fool. If you don't ask for help when the critical moment comes, then someone named Liu Lang must be called Liu Lang." The sergeant cursed and took the newspaper from the soldier's hand and decided to study it himself.
The image of the fat officer on the screen increasingly overlapped with the image of the officer who spoke to him gently before.
There was silence all around.
The quiet sergeant was startled. When he raised his head, his subordinates were all staring at him, which made people feel a little hairy.
"What are you guys looking at? I have flowers on my face?"
"Boss, that officer seems to have said his name is Liu Lang." The little man who had been struggling to read pointed to the front and said weakly.
The sergeant was stunned, then looked at the newspaper in his hand, raised his head and said in disbelief: "Oh my God, it's really Chief Liu Lang, the Chief Liu who killed thousands of little devils."
As he spoke, he excitedly adjusted his military uniform and prepared to run towards the city gate.
"Wait a minute, Chief Chen, you haven't said yet whether he is the officer in the newspaper?" The sergeant who was excited because he saw his idol was grabbed by Shi Datou, who was listening attentively and said nothing, and grabbed his arm with an eager look on his face.
asked.
The strength of his hand was so strong that the sergeant could only grin with his teeth when he grabbed him.
"My mother, Shi Datou, you are crazy, let me go." The sergeant was furious.
"If you don't tell me, I won't let you go." Shi Datou, who had always been timid and cautious, shook his head firmly as if he had lost his mind.
After trying hard several times, Shi Datou's hand was like an iron plier, holding tightly and refusing to let go, and there was a tendency to squeeze tighter and tighter. The sergeant had reason to believe that if he persisted, the sudden change would occur.
It would take some crazy honest guy to break his arm.
"Let me go first, I'm telling you." The sergeant had no choice but to say.
Shi Datou pursed his lips and shook his head firmly.
"Okay, okay, I'm telling you, that officer's name is Liu Lang. He came from the battlefield of the Songhu War. Did you see that newspaper? It's him. He's a very powerful old man. He brought twenty-eight
A brother from the national army took down the little devil's headquarters with one shot..." Although he was illiterate, it did not prevent this ordinary sergeant from memorizing the heroic deeds of a certain "anti-Japanese hero".
The term "brainless fan" actually does not only apply to modern times.
However, the persistent Shi Datou was obviously not the same. He reached out and grabbed the newspaper that originally belonged to him, and Shi Datou ran frantically towards the city gate.
"You bitch, why are you running away? I won't beat you..." The sergeant who was describing Liu Lang's heroic deeds was obviously a little unfinished and was very dissatisfied with a certain audience member's uninvited escape.
"This kid is crazy." The little soldier shook his head sadly.
It's a pity that the buckwheat steamed buns made by Shi Datou are delicious.
Liu Lang, who led the soldiers into the Tongguan city gate, looked at the strange yet familiar small town in front of him. Compared with seventy years later, although the small town was dilapidated and dilapidated, it had not been repaired by modern technology and was more primitive and natural.
The knives and axes of the past, the fire and water that it has experienced, and the ancient city bricks use their incompleteness to describe the baptism of years it has endured as an important pass.
Liu Lang naturally also knew that this tower, which had been bombed several times by Japanese aircraft and artillery, was still standing, but the final outcome was still not worth the words of the superiors. Fifty years later, due to the miscalculation of the Sanmenxia Reservoir, the tower was still standing.
The small town was completely evacuated, and eventually only ruins remained due to the erosion of time.
Seeing the anxious glances from the surrounding people, Liu Lang smiled softly, waved, and called all the officers to him, preparing to announce the disbandment order.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the rear row of soldiers, and faint shouts in Shaanxi dialect could be heard.