The middle-aged man chuckled twice and said: "Thanks to the boss for looking up to me, but I'm used to being wild and can't stand the constraints of being a soldier. Boss, you won't force a strong man, right?"
Han Baihang smiled and said: "We are regular troops, how can we rape strong men? But if we see grave robbers who dig people's graves and kill their bodies, according to the law, they can be executed on the spot. Look at the feng shui of this place."
Okay, I’ll bury you in it later.”
The middle-aged man's expression changed. He had finally learned how shameless Han Baihang was. There was only one choice, so he had to say with a bitter face: "No, boss, I'm willing to be a soldier."
Han Baihang glanced at him meaningfully and told Zhou Qing: "Monk, he will be your soldier from now on."
Zhou Qing grinned, looked the middle-aged man up and down, and said in a loud voice: "You will be my soldier from now on, don't try to play any tricks."
The middle-aged man lowered his eyebrows and said, "Youngster, I don't dare."
When things happened here, Han Baihang led his team back to the village. Xu Pengzu and a few soldiers who stayed behind hurriedly came out to greet them and asked: "Platoon leader, what happened? There was such a loud noise."
Han Baihang only spoke to him vaguely, and then asked the soldiers to eat and rest as soon as possible. After resting for half an hour, they continued on the road.
On the way, Zhou Qing asked about the origin of the middle-aged man's name. The middle-aged man's name was Hou Zhao. He was from Hengyang, Hunan. He was a local master who had been passed down from generation to generation. His ability to rob tombs was very famous in Hunan. However, in Zhou Qing's opinion, his kung fu
It is unfathomable. I can see him jumping and rubbing when walking, and his movements are very ugly. In the eyes of ordinary practitioners, this kind of person is unstable and his kung fu is not much better. But Zhou Qing is from Shaolin.
With his extensive knowledge, he realized that this was an extremely advanced pace. The two of them drove five miles like a race. Hou Zhao's face was not red, but his heart was not beating, while Zhou Qing was breathing slightly and made a decision.
After taking some time, Zhou Qing found Han Baihang and said solemnly: "Platoon leader, this Hou Zhao's skills are worse than mine. If he takes the opportunity to attack, I'm afraid I won't be able to control him, so it's better to get rid of him early."
Han Baihang pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "With so many people and guns, we are not afraid that he can climb Wuzhi Mountain, but you have to keep a close eye on him. If he wants to escape, don't stop him, but I don't think he will run."
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Zhou Qing said: "Platoon leader, how can you be so sure? You forced him to become a soldier."
Han Baihang smiled meaningfully and whispered: "If I didn't force him, he would have died long ago."
Zhou Qing wondered: "Why is this?"
Han Baihang said: "Because he knows very well that no matter what, I will not let him leave alive."
Zhou Qing wanted to ask again, but Han Baihang glanced sideways and said calmly: "You might as well ask him!"
Zhou Qing walked back to the queue, walking side by side with Hou Zhao, and suddenly said: "Why don't you run? With your skills, no one can stop you."
Hou Zhao rolled his eyes and said, "Why should I run!"
Zhou Qing was startled for a moment and said confidently: "I am an officer and you are a bandit. Does this count as a reason?"
Hou Zhao pulled on his ill-fitting military uniform and said with a smile, "Now that I am a soldier, we are called a family of soldiers and bandits."
Zhou Qing sneered and said: "What kind of soldier are you? You are worthy of being a soldier of our Third Division."
Hou Zhao suddenly burst into laughter, attracting side glances from the soldiers around him. Several shed chiefs glared at him and scolded him, "Don't you know it's strictly forbidden to make noise during the march?"
Hou Zhao hurriedly stopped laughing, walked for a while with his head buried in his chest, and said in an astonishing voice: "I have already seen that you are not the Anhui army, but Wu Peifu's direct army."
Zhou Qing's expression changed. He suddenly remembered that he had accidentally leaked his unit number. He quickly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Hou Zhao's head, and said sternly: "Who the hell are you!"
This sudden change caused a chain reaction in the troops. The soldiers followed Zhou Qing's actions closely. They all cheered and raised their guns, aimed at Hou Zhao, and put their fingers on the trigger.
"What are you doing!"
When Han Baihang saw the troops stop, he walked back quickly and glanced at everyone sternly.
"This guy knows our ins and outs!" Zhou Qing suppressed his blush, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still pointed at Hou Zhao's head, and admitted his mistake to Han Baihang: "Platoon leader, I accidentally let something slip just now."
Han Baihang said with a sullen face: "Put down your guns and I'll settle the score with you later."
The soldiers put down their guns. Hou Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said dissatisfied: "Platoon commander, it is not a good thing to shoot one of your own people."
"You're not even one of our own." Han Baihang frowned.
Hou Zhao laughed awkwardly and said, "Don't worry, I won't leak the news that you are members of the Zhili Army."
A murderous intent flashed in Han Baihang's eyes, and he said calmly: "You are playing with fire."
Hou Zhao sensed the danger. He didn't dare to talk anymore and said seriously: "To be honest, in addition to being a local master, I also served as a soldier under Commander Wu for a while and had many interactions with people from the Third Division.
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When serving as a soldier in Beiyang, it is not difficult to know the names of various governor generals. In the past, those who could dare to call themselves a certain commander had to be at least a provincial governor, or even worse, a division commander or a mixed brigade commander. Han Baihang knew
Wu Shuai was referring to the old enemy of the Third Division, Zhao Hengti, the commander of the First Division of the Hunan Army. It made sense to think that Hou Zhao was from Hunan and had served as a soldier in the Hunan Army. However, this was too coincidental, and he couldn't help but hesitate again and again.
, should we deal with Hou Zhao decisively?
In fact, he didn't kill Hou Zhao just now. It wasn't because he was overly sympathetic or because he was kind to women. The reason is very simple. If he wants to rally the team in the future, the first thing he needs to do is Dayang. Where does Dayang come from? He is empty-handed.
It can't be changed, but there are a lot of treasures under the ground. It was common in ancient China to rob tombs to raise military expenses for the army. As far away as the Red Eyebrow Army at the end of the Western Han Dynasty, Cao Cao's Mojin Colonel at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, in the future
Sun Dianying, who stole the Dongling treasure, did not necessarily end well for everyone. He did this without any psychological burden at all, so he spared Hou Zhao's life and wanted to win over him, but he was not inseparable from Hou Zhao.
, now for the safety of the troops, we can only give up on Hou Zhao, a capable country master.
Just when Han Baihang made up his mind to execute Hou Zhao, unexpectedly, there was a sound of horse hoofbeats on the road behind him. It sounded like hundreds of cavalry. His expression suddenly changed. At this time, he wanted to kill Hou Zhao again.
It was already too late, the road was empty and there was no place to hide, so we had to issue an order: "Quickly resume the march, don't panic, don't look back."
The soldiers did as he asked. Han Baihang wanted to intimidate Hou Zhao with his eyes, but unexpectedly he walked obediently among the troops and didn't seem to be playing tricks.
There was a burst of galloping sound of war horses, and a group of hundreds of cavalry galloped in. When the cavalry saw the small team in the fifth row, they immediately surrounded them. A short lieutenant colonel officer walked out from the cavalry and pointed with his riding whip.
He looked at the people in the fifth row and shouted arrogantly: "You are from that army!"
Han Baihang's heart was beating loudly. He looked calm, took two steps forward in standard Japanese steps, stood at attention and saluted, and said loudly: "Sir, the 2nd Battalion, 9th Regiment, XX Regiment, 15th Army Division"
Han Baihang, commander of the fourth platoon of the company, has completed his mission of transporting the wounded and is returning to the army."
The lieutenant colonel officer stared at him closely and said: "Transport the wounded, why don't you return by military train."
Han Baihang's face showed a trace of indignation: "Sir, our 15th Division is a stepmother. The train was full of people from the 1st and 2nd Divisions, so I had to walk back to the team."
The lieutenant colonel's expression changed and he scolded: "Fart, I'm from the First Division, why haven't I heard of such a thing?"
Han Baihang said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Sir, if you don't believe it, go to the station ahead and ask if the soldiers transported are all soldiers from the First and Second Divisions. If I tell any lies, let your commander handle it."
The lieutenant colonel officer naturally had no way of verifying it, but he also knew that the 15th Division was from the Anhui Clan, and its treatment would definitely not be as good as that of direct descendants like the 1st and 2nd Division, so he softened his expression and said angrily: "There are also benefits of walking on foot.
The fighting on the front line was so fierce, why didn’t you see that the first and second divisions suffered the most casualties? This is unreasonable!”
After saying that, he waved his hand and wanted to lead the cavalry to continue on their way.
"Sir, wait a minute." Han Baihang stopped the lieutenant colonel and said sincerely: "Sir, we didn't bring enough supplies when we set off. We have no village in front of us and no store in back. Can you give us some supplies?"
The lieutenant colonel officer pondered for a moment, frowned and said, "We haven't brought enough supplies, so we can't give them to you. The station is in front of you. You hurry up and you should be able to get there before dark."
Han Baihang looked disappointed and said: "Sir, when you pass by the station, please ask the station to leave some supplies for us."
The lieutenant colonel agreed casually, flicked his whip, and galloped away with the cavalry.
After the cavalry left, Han Baihang breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes flashing. When he arrived at the station, he could quickly find the location of Duan Zhigui's command vehicle.