The chaotic town of Xinglong, the chaotic gunshots, the chaotic shouting.
The half-immortal was as wretched as a dog with its tail between its legs. He jumped, rolled, and crawled, sometimes stopping and sometimes crouching. In the chaotic and sporadic trajectory, he crossed the street in a panic, passed through the hole, went around the wall, entered the alley, and headed north, panting heavily.
"The second company has rebelled! The second company has rebelled!"
There was a burst of dust, and Banxian almost fell into a dilapidated courtyard in the northwest area. He was too tired to get up, so he simply lay on the ground and continued to shout in the terrified eyes of several security forces: "Damn Second Company is rebelling!"
A burst of hurried footsteps was heard outside the dilapidated courtyard wall, and the muzzles of guns in the yard were raised in the direction of the sound at the same time.
"Kong Ming. Kong Ming. I am Kong Ming!"
The codeword was shouted outside the wall, and the guns in the yard were carefully lowered. Several security guards covered in dust hurried into the yard. The leader was the captain, the commander of the third company, who was responsible for organizing the attack on the north route. He crouched down and walked into the yard, and ran straight to Banxian and shouted: "What the hell is going on!"
"I don't know!" Banxian cried, "They are firing at their own people! These are not human! The heavy machine guns have been taken away by them!"
The audience was in complete silence, with only the chaotic sound of gunfire continuing to echo around them.
"I've had enough!" Banxian continued to cry, crawling up in ashes: "I have to go see the battalion commander. I have to leave this unlucky place! I've had enough of this damn life!"
The company commander suddenly shouted to the nearest subordinate: "Stop advancing! Tell the second platoon to stop advancing! Have the third platoon retreat 50 meters to the south and be on guard!" Two seconds later, his expression changed again, and he began to look around at the faces of each of his subordinates: "Does anyone... know about this?"
No one said anything.
"Swear!" The company commander suddenly pulled out his gun and held it in his hand: "Swear on your conscience, on your ancestors, that you have nothing to do with this, and you will not shoot your brothers in the back!"
When a unit needs to swear an oath to maintain trust, it is no longer a unit. The third company of the security forces on the north road was swearing an oath, while the second company on the main street in the middle road was still wailing in despair in the pool of blood from the attacks from both sides.
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The chaotic town of Xinglong, the chaotic gunshots, the chaotic shouting.
Is Xiao Hongying mean? She is like a mouse, with a muddy face and dirty clothes, running between the dog holes in the corners of the walls. She doesn't think this is difficult. She is a thief in Dabei Village. Here she is not a target of vigilance, but just a little beggar. The only threat is stray bullets. For her who is heartless, this is not difficult.
Not everyone was suffering from the war in front of them. At least the beggars felt that it was the New Year. They were even braver than the two sides in the battle. They crawled among the corpses to find happiness. Every ruin with smoke rising was their next stop. They were then killed by stray bullets on the way. In a narrow sense, they were also on the road to realizing their ideals. In the rain of bullets, they seemed to be soldiers overlapping in another world, dirty and pure, so they never had complicated expressions, whether they were alive or dead.
"Don't shoot! That's a girl!"
The fifth platoon leader pushed away the soldier who was aiming his gun next to him. The soldier staggered and fell, but was still too nervous to let go of the rifle. The moment he fell to the ground, the trigger was pulled, and the sound of gunfire was deafening in the room.
It was unknown where the bullet hit, and the muzzle of the gun was not pointed at anyone, but the fifth platoon leader fell limply and never moved again. His cervical vertebra was broken by the ricocheting bullet.
"Who's in charge? Report in!"
When Xiao Hongying entered the house, she started shouting, but got no response. The soldiers in the room all stared blankly at the corpse lying on the ground.
"He is?"
The soldier sitting on the ground was dazed and said, "I did it... I beat the platoon leader to death..."
The little voice suddenly raised a high-pitched voice: "I need a platoon leader! Now! Whoever can stand up will be the one!"
A minute later, Xiao Hongying squatted on the ground with a piece of wood in her hand and quickly drew a sketch of the alley on the dust on the ground. She drew turtles every day and she drew very quickly. Her mouth was not idle either, and she gave clear and quick instructions to the new platoon leader who was squatting next to her.
"… We must take this 200-meter route! These two corners must be blocked! Divide your people into four groups. You don't need to have many people in charge of the support, five is enough. As long as we can block the Foxes and their retreat… Don't be afraid of the alley on the left. There is not even a squad of enemies over there. They are just huddled there and are not guarding the road at all…"
Three minutes later, the stick was left on the ground. Little Hongying raised her serious face and asked solemnly: "Did you remember?"
The soldier who was forced to become the new platoon leader was so nervous that his face was covered with sweat. He stared at the sketch drawn on the ground and blinked rapidly subconsciously. He hesitated for several seconds, mustered up his courage, and spoke with a respectful title: "Sister Hong... How about... Can't you stay and take charge?"
This answer finally made Xiao Hongying furious. At this moment, she had forgotten that she was a girl. She raised her little foot and kicked the tall soldier. As the saying goes, "A man is black if he keeps company with others." She really kicked with all her strength and kicked the tall soldier to the ground.
"I'm in command! I still have to go to the east to find your stupid company commander and tell him the next question! What do I owe you, the Third Company? I'll kick you to death!"
boom-
The ground shook violently, and then there was the sound of flying bricks and rubble falling on the roof. Some tiles were broken, exposing the sky, and streaks of dust flowed down the cracks, and the air was filled with smoke in an instant.
“Prepare for battle!”
At someone's urgent shout, all the guns were quickly put in firing positions. They discovered that the enemy's stronghold not far away across the street had just revealed its messy outline in the huge dust cloud caused by the grenade explosion.
Looking back suddenly, the soldier who had been stunned on the floor was nowhere to be seen.
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The further west we went, the fewer and farther away the gunshots became.
Banxian was still running in a panic. He was a real deserter, always on the run, even now.
He didn't want to stay and help beside the unfortunate heavy machine gun. Bullets had no eyes, and the torture of every second was overwhelming his nerves, so he told Hu Yi that he could "create something out of nothing", which was much more meaningful than moving ammunition beside the machine gun.
He thought that this excuse would be doubted and hesitated by Hu Yi for a while, but unexpectedly Hu Yi agreed without thinking, which made Banxian feel that the sky was especially blue.
"Captain, they've rebelled! They've betrayed us! This is terrible..."
Captain Wang didn't even have the mood to correct his grammatical errors. He just stared blankly at the half-immortal who was getting closer and closer.
"The Third Company has rebelled! They have surrendered to the Eighth Route Army! They have seized the heavy machine guns and are attacking the Second Company on the main street!"
This news was like a bolt from the blue. Regardless of whether it was true or false, Wang Chang's mind was blank.
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Click—
With a crisp metallic sound, the shiny silver watch case jumped up lightly. The crystal dial shone in the sunlight and was reflected on Li Youcai's face.
He recognized this silver pocket watch. Actually, he didn't have many opportunities to meet that evil star, but they definitely spent a lot of time fooling around together. Moreover, Li Youcai knew that this pocket watch came from the artillery fire in Jiangnan, because that evil star told him a story about a deserter, because traitors were too embarrassed to laugh at deserters.
It is probably three o'clock in the afternoon now, but the time on the dial is already past four o'clock, which is about an hour faster than the actual time.
Two words were lightly scratched on the inside of the silver case: South Wind.
The watch case snapped shut and Li Youcai began to play with the pocket watch in his hands. He seemed to be lost in thought.
A detective came closer and said, "Captain Li, what should we do with that guy? He said he was going back to the camp to deliver a letter, but the whole camp is here. What kind of letter is he delivering? He's just a deserter who wants to run away!"
Turning his head to look at the anxious and wretched security soldier not far away, Li Youcai weighed the pocket watch in his hand and smiled lightly: "This guy is quite sensible, enough for me to place a bet on him."
The subordinate immediately understood and waved his hand: "Let him go!"
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