The jeep that Yu Xiaoqing gave them could only hold four or five people, so the rest of the people could only run behind the car. They were going to their position, the Jiqipo, which the new cannon fodder had not been to yet, but the old cannon fodder had already been to once.
Because there weren't many seats in the car, Gou Rou sat on Shuo Yu's thighs, sticking out his tongue, looking very excited. Fanla, who had squeezed in from nowhere, sat in the passenger seat because he would solve the jamming problem of the Browning machine gun in their car. It should be said that he really has a profound family background.
The car really made the car go faster. The steam from the Nujiang River and the flying sand floated on Shuoyu's face. He looked up at the white clouds floating in the sky. It was indeed a good day today.
The sound of the Japanese artillery fire was getting closer and closer, and it was heard on the Henglan Mountain position not far from their position. Shuoyu sat in the car, watching their regimental commander, who was just as dishonest as Gou Rou, fiddling with their machine gun. Their regiment also had a Maxim, which was also what their regimental commander had asked for.
Because his adjutant, Fanla, said that the Maxim was much more effective than his car-mounted Browning. In fact, Fanla was quite smart. He could feel that what Silasila said was sincere. Their regimental commander really thought that Fanla, who was full of practical knowledge and had fought for four years without dying, was a treasure~! A rare treasure~!
Much more useful than him.
Fanla just experienced too many disappointments. He is a smart man, a smart man who has fought for four or five years and survived until now.
"Well, Fanla is a treasure~! Our Sichuan Army's big treasure~! Isn't it, Dad~?"
Shuo Yu held the restless dog meat and leaned against the veterinarian beside him. He looked at the annoying mouse with his eyes wide open. It looked more like edamame than a mouse. Meng Fanle was very embarrassed and looked at the three people behind him. Then he turned his head back to calm down. He opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't say anything. Banxianer always interrupted him at the right time.
They were clearly going to the war, but it felt like they were going on a spring outing. Fanla felt embarrassed. He was not used to this, such intimate address, such a close atmosphere. For a moment, his always flexible mouth could not say anything.
Shuoyu smiled and buried half of his face in Gourou's hair.
When they got off the car, Fanla turned around and looked at their leader. Shuoyu had interrupted him just now, but he still wanted to say that there was no need for Long Wenjian to offend Yu Xiaoqing, a guy who could kill his own brother, just for their cannon fodder group.
Shuo Yu knew what "annoying" meant. After all, no one expected that Yu Xiaoqing would kill his own brother without hesitation. It was just like when he killed the commander of the special forces battalion that failed in the Jiang defense. He didn't hesitate at all. At that time, he was still a regimental commander and killing the battalion commander was like killing a chicken. Now he is the division commander, killing a regimental commander is no different from killing a chicken.
But he still had the same opinion, it was useless, there was no point in doing this, if it happened again, those people under him would still run away, as long as they heard the news of the death of Yu Xiaoqing, the bastard, no matter whether it was true or false, what happened today would happen again,
Si La Si La obviously didn't want to answer this question. He jumped out from under the car and faced the guys who were panting behind him. The ones running in the front were all about a hundred people who came over from Jiang. Recently, Shuo Yu had been replenishing their food and asked A Yi, who had nothing to do, to take them to resume training. So they were much better off than the new cannon fodder who were crawling around at the back.
They had already reached the bottom of the flag-sacrificing slope. Shuoyu helped the veterinarian get out of the car and heard their leader shouting,
"Brothers, let me tell you, the war is imminent, and this cripple is calling you cannon fodder!"
"Go away! You're the cannon fodder!" "That's right!" "You cripple are the cannon fodder!"
A group of cannon fodders who had just caught their breath shouted and cursed at Fanla. Shuoyu looked at Gourou who was behind Silasila. The two of them really looked alike now. If Gourou could stand up and put on a military uniform, he could really pretend to be their leader.
"Don't tell me, don't tell me, this cripple is quite good at naming. He calls me 'Dead Dead', so you guys are the cannon fodder of 'Dead Dead'~!"
Long Wenjian held a gun in his hand, the muzzle pointed to the sky, and turned to the flag-worship slope.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Follow me!"
Dead, dead, dead, someone uttered some random words from some tribe or ethnic minority. Just like on the Nantianmen, the old cannon fodders who were familiar with it began to laugh from the bottom of their hearts. Shuo Yu took a gun and rushed to the flag slope. His speed was almost the same as dog meat.
The mountain road was not easy to walk on, but they used their hands and feet together.
Shuoyu's speed gradually slowed down, because he had to pull many new recruits who were not used to climbing mountains. Everyone pulled each other, you pulled me, I pulled you, and when they really reached the flag-sacrificing slope, the miraculous thing was that no one fell behind. Although there were heavy gasps and coughs all around him, all the members of the Sichuan Army were there, without a single one left behind.
The sound of gunfire was already close at hand, branches were growing and piercing his eyes. They were getting closer and closer to the battlefield. The two sides were firing at each other, as if they were competing with each other, neither of them would give in.
White mountain fog lingered in the mountains, gray air surged, and black death spread on both sides. The enemy was planning to force a crossing of the Nujiang River, but these Japanese devils were not as lucky as Shuoyu and his companions. The turbulent water of the Nujiang River was beyond their imagination. Without a ferry rope and without God's blessing, only a few "lucky ones" survived the disaster, but were killed by Yu Xiaoqing's strict artillery fire.
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