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"It's so comfortable——" After eating the cake, the old smoker stroked his belly with a satisfied face, took out his own pipe, struck a match and lit it, and began to puff again.
The remnants also found a comfortable position to lie on the ground, enjoying this rare rest time. The position has been taken over, and they don't have to do anything now.
Now the number of surviving remnants is just over 30 people, and all the rest have been killed one after another. For the remnants who don’t know if they can live until tomorrow, one day is just one day, and it’s futile to think too much .
"Fatty, don't make this unpalatable multigrain cake next time, get some more meat, and let the brothers have a tooth-beating sacrifice."
Luo Dayong stuck out his tongue and licked his mouth, and suggested to Fatty Tian San that he couldn't remember how long ago he ate meat, before he started?
He shook his head, unable to remember what meat tasted like.
"It's not bad for me to go out and find pancakes for you, but you still don't like it, why don't you go find the meat yourself next time." Fatty Tian San muttered dissatisfied.
But at this moment, Luo Dayong has already aroused the gluttons in the remnant soldiers' stomachs, mother, thinking of stewing a pot of steaming meat, the old smoker suddenly felt that smoking was boring.
"Damn, when I go back, I must eat a whole pot of stewed pork vermicelli, eat all of it." A remnant soldier closed his eyes and began to fantasize, and the remnant soldiers around were drooling.
The old smoker interrupted and said: "What's there to eat with pork stewed vermicelli? I think I have to eat braised pork. The whole pot is full of meat, and it's full of oil and water after one bite. It feels, tsk tsk, so comfortable."
Fatty Tian San heard the meat and his thoughts have drifted to the endless distance, mother, next time I really can't find multigrain cakes, I have to get a pot of meat.
While the remnant soldiers were dreaming of the hundred-day dream of eating meat, several fire-headed soldiers of the 11th Division who were wearing coarse cloth around their waists were angrily walking towards this side.
Main text Chapter 27 The brawl caused by pancakes
The four fire soldiers of the 11th Division of the reserve came angrily and strode towards the remnant soldiers. Fatty Tian San shrank his head with guilt, and his body was already dodging behind the remnant soldiers, ready to run away.
"Fatty man, don't run, stop for me!"
Fatty's obese body was really conspicuous, he was a giant among a group of sallow, emaciated and malnourished remnants, and the firefighters saw this angry fatty at a glance.
"My stomach hurts, oops, I'll go and make it easier."
When Fatty Tian heard the other party's yell, he immediately didn't hide his whereabouts, and ran towards the reeds in the distance, holding his stomach, and the remnant soldiers were stunned.
"Damn, this fat man stole the pancakes, right?" Seeing the hot soldier and the fat man who came to the door, the remnant soldiers looked at each other and murmured in their hearts.
However, Luo Dayong had no brains. Just now, eating a multigrain cake was just a drop in the bucket for a hungry stomach. When he saw a few hot soldiers coming, he didn't care about the three sevens and twenty ones, and went straight to meet them.
He grabbed a fire-headed soldier squad leader and said: "Brother, do you still have pancakes? It's too stingy for one person, let's have a few more."
The squad leader of the Firehead Soldier was very angry because the fat man stole their pancakes. Hearing Luo Dayong's words at this moment, he was stunned for a moment and his heart immediately became angry. Damn, the feelings are all in the same group.
The squad leader of the Huotoubing directly grabbed Luo Dayong by the collar: "Big man, hand over the pancake quickly, or none of you will be able to leave today!"
Even Luo Dayong, who has a thick head, also reacted. He felt that the pancake he ate was stolen by the fat man, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I said brother, you can eat and talk nonsense, I don't know what kind of pancake, you guys do you know?"
"I don't know, I don't know, it must have been taken by the fat man just now, and it has nothing to do with us." The remnant soldiers all echoed and began to chime in.
The squad leader of the Firehead Soldier looked up, and there was no shadow of the fat man anywhere.
"Then I don't care, you are all in the same group anyway, if you ate our 11th Division's pancakes, you will have to spit it out for me!"
The excited-looking squad leader of the Huo Tou Soldier tightened Luo Dayong's collar, threatening the remnant soldiers loudly.
Now that hundreds of thousands of troops are gathered on the battlefield in Shanghai, the logistics supply pressure is very high, and they often eat the last meal without the next meal. Now almost half of the pancakes are eaten by this group of remnants. .
"It's what they ate, and the baskets are all here." Another fire soldier picked up the torn basket on the ground and began to add fuel to the fire.
"You said you didn't eat it! Then what is it!" Seeing the torn basket, the leader of the fire-headed soldier asked loudly. The remnant soldiers looked at the sky and the scenery. The fat man has been scolded bloody.
Luo Dayong made a break, and argued: "There is an injustice, there is a debt, and there is a debtor. It's all taken by the fat man. You go to the fat man." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled away the hand of the squad leader who was holding his collar.
Now Luo Dayong has made up his mind to push everything to Fatty's head, anyway, he has already run away, and the fire fighters have nothing to do with him.
But the squad leader of the Firehead Soldier was not relentless, and stretched out his hand to grab Luo Dayong again: "Go! Go see our regiment leader! Let our regiment leader judge!"
"Whether you want to go or not, your regiment leader will definitely look towards you." Luo Dayong waved his hands hastily, and began to play tricks.
Luo Dayong was tall and strong, and the squad leader of the fire-headed soldiers could not hold back. He greeted the three fire-headed soldiers behind him: "Take them to see the regiment leader! How dare you steal our pancakes! Let them spit them all out!"
"Isn't it just a few pancakes? As for being so stingy." The old smoker smashed the dry smoke and said strangely.
"Hey, you scumbags, it's reasonable to steal the pancakes from our 11th division, right?!"
The Firehead Squad Leader rolled up his sleeves, his face was full of anger.
The old smoker heard the scum popping out of the fire squad leader's mouth, and suddenly stood up, crossing his neck and questioning: "Who do you say is scum?!"
"I'm talking about you guys! You can't fight wars, but you can be thieves neatly, if you're not scum, you're nothing!"
When the old smoker heard this sentence, his heart immediately became angry. So many people died. Instead of being sympathetic, he was scolded as a scum. He rushed to the squad leader of the fire leader and punched .
"I'm scumbags! You're not even as good as scumbags! You're all worthless!" Old Smoker punched the leader of the Firehead Soldier down, and You kicked him in frustration, cursing loudly.
They fought along the way, and people around them died one after another, but the fighting never stopped. They didn't even have time to be sad, sad, and all the grievances were suppressed in their hearts.
They just wanted to survive. After eating a few pancakes from the 11th Division, they were scolded as scum. The grievance and anger in the hearts of the remnants seemed to find a vent, and they spewed out unreservedly. .
The initial tussle between the two sides eventually turned into a fight with weapons. The remnant soldiers were as angry as wild beasts whose scars had been uncovered, while the four fire-headed soldiers saw them stealing pancakes and were so righteous and beat others. Also fought back.
The remnant soldiers and the fire-headed soldiers wrestled together, shouting and cursing and raising smoke and dust, but the number of the fire-headed soldiers was too small, and they were soon beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces. After breaking free, they ran away, shouting Shouting: "These scumbags are beating people! The 11th Division come and help!"
The soldiers of the 11th Division who were digging trenches in the distance didn't know what was going on here. Seeing that the people on their side were being beaten, they jumped out of the trenches and rushed to help here without hesitation.
Although everyone is now affiliated to the National Revolutionary Army, the grievances and conflicts accumulated during the warlord era cannot be resolved in a short while. Although they all went to the front to fight the national war, the conflicts between each other still exist. The people here were bullied, and the people in the 11th division immediately became angry.
Seeing the crowd of people running towards them, the remnant soldiers who were dazzled by anger immediately felt that something was wrong and hurried back.
It only took a few minutes from the quarrel to the fight. Yang Ling leaned on the stake to see everything. He watched quietly and did not stop it.
Lien Zhan lost streak, retreating again and again, the remnant soldiers watched helplessly as familiar people around them were stabbed to death by devils, and their flesh and blood were separated by heavy shelling. As the leader, Yang Ling knew that although the remnant soldiers were very angry and depressed, they were full of anger. The anger is unable to vent.
They rushed towards the little devil angrily, but more people died and fewer and fewer people around them. They became more depressed and wronged, forming a vicious circle. When the disappointment and anger reached a certain level, it would eventually make people desperate and crazy , this is what Yang Ling doesn't want to see.
The remnant soldiers got into trouble, and when they saw the other side's helpers coming, they hurried back to ask Yang Ling for help. At this moment, they regretted their recklessness and impulsiveness.
But since things have already happened, they definitely can't stay here anymore. Anyway, they retreated to rest after receiving the order, and there was no need for them to wait here to be beaten.
"What are you doing in a daze, run away!" Yang Ling looked at the disabled soldiers staring at him in a daze, and said angrily.
Text Chapter 28 Crossing the River
At the Baisha Ferry in Huanzaobang, the five pontoon bridges were soaked in the icy water and swayed. The fog had not yet dissipated. The two sides of the ferry were crowded with troops who were about to cross the river. | (eight)
The roar of the front-line guns came from afar, and the battle situation was getting worse and worse. In this undefended plain area, under the heavy artillery cover of the devils, the entire squadron and the entire battalion were killed, and the rear continued to kill one after another. The division was sent to the front line, and batches of lightly and seriously wounded from the front line were continuously sent down.
The blood-stained wounded looked depressed and decadent, and crowded the ferry in a numb mechanical way, wanting to leave this purgatory of the dead as soon as possible, praying to live.