The 9th Company of the Independent Regiment was the team that Gao Yidao hated the most, and it was not just a simple feud between them; Gao Yidao was never able to defeat the 9th Company, not even when the 9th Platoon and 9th Squad failed; in the entire regiment, only the 9th Company dared to openly curse Gao Yidao as a big bastard and the 2nd Company as a bunch of bastards. Of course, the 2nd Company also wanted to curse the 9th Company in the same way, but they obviously couldn't do it as fluently and shamelessly as the 9th Company. They really couldn't win the curse, so they would rather take action and offset the frustration with courage. After all, the 2nd Company was very good at taking action, which was called playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses.
Now that Hu Yi is gone, the 9th Company may very likely fall apart. With the political commissar away and the 3rd Company suffering heavy losses, the regiment commander may very likely dismantle the 9th Company. All units will then jump out to grab a piece of the pie, especially the 3rd Company, which is most in need of excellent squad leaders. This is not the result Gao Yidao would like.
Therefore, Gao Yidao would rather exceed his authority and try to temporarily serve as the commander of the Ninth Company in order to keep the Ninth Company from falling. If everything goes as usual, the regiment may consider appointing a new commander for the Ninth Company. Whether it is internal selection or external transfer, Gao Yidao does not have to worry about anything. The Second Company will still be the strongest in the regiment, and there will be no more competitors. How can there be two Hu Yis! As long as the Ninth Company is not named Hu, it will be no different from the First and Third Companies.
If the Ninth Company refuses to surrender, Gao Yidao will do the same. As long as he can control the Ninth Company first, even if it has to be split up in the end, the Second Company can take the initiative. Xu Xiao, Li Xiang, He Gensheng and others are the soldiers that Gao Yidao wants in his dreams. The fool Wu Shitou has made Gao Yidao both sad and happy. Tian Sanqi was once his beloved one and must be returned to the Second Company and no one can take him away. What's more, there are a lot of Type 38 rifles equipped with Czech light machine guns. It is said that the Second Company has many bayonets, but in fact the Ninth Company has quite a few bayonets, and there are also piles of engineering shovels that are dazzling!
A few miles away from Jiuzhan Village, the Second Company stopped marching. A dozen female militiamen were stuck on the path, armed with guns and bullets, blocking the way. The platoon leader of the Second Company was surprised: "I say, are you women crazy? We are the Second Company! Get out of the way!"
"Fuck your grandma!"
This shout almost choked the platoon leader to death. He grimaced and didn't know what to say.
Gao Yidao who was behind strode to the scene, frowned and looked at the person who was cursing. She was very dark, as if she had just been dug out of the ground, and not very tall. If it weren't for the long braid on her chest, one would not have recognized her as a woman. However, her small nose and small mouth made her look handsome. Her thin eyebrows were slanted and her eyes were unblinking. In her hand she held a rare British Type 77 rifle horizontally, and her left arm was tied with a striking black ribbon. The solemnity complemented her.
"I'm Gao Yidao!"
"I'm not blind!"
Gao Yidao almost lost his balance. What's wrong with this reputation becoming less and less valuable? Did she provoke him to speak like this
"Get out of the way! I don't want to argue with you!"
"Tsk tsk, you are so capable! Just try and touch me! I've been wanting to teach my man a lesson for a long time!"
"Your man? Who is your man?"
"Luo Fugui!"
"… "
At that moment, Gao Yidao was very messy. Was this considered a lingering ghost? The soldiers of the second company behind him had already begun to look for their chins on the ground.
"Don't think I don't know why you're here! Weasel!"
"… "
"I just want to ask you, if you were the commander of the ninth company, would you be able to think about the people?"
"What do you mean?"
"I want to marry Luo Fugui!"
"But he's dead, isn't he?"
"When he was alive you said it was a military rule, but now that he's dead, can I marry a ghost? Is this still against military rules?"
"For this matter... you have to go find Qin You, right?"
"Lao Qin has been hiding from me for three days. Aren't you more skilled than me? Aren't you invincible? I ask you if you can do this. Hmm? Speak up! Are you scared? Do you still dare to show off to me? Man?"
…
Gao Yidao stood under a big tree in the middle of the wine station. He had no idea where the ninth company instructor Qin You was. The company headquarters was empty and Qin You's hut was also empty. He was filled with rage and was ready to explode. Finally, a soldier passing by stopped and saluted him. Gao Yidao frowned and looked him up and down carefully.
"Chen Chong? Why are you here? Huh?"
"I came here with our company commander."
Gao Yidao immediately felt something was wrong: "Why is Wang Peng here?"
"I was passing by and came to take a look."
"Passing by? Can you tell east from west? Let me ask you, where is Qin You?"
Chen Chong raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.
…
The kitchen of the ninth company was filled with smoke. Two people were standing outside the kitchen door. One was Wang Xiaosan and the other was Tang Dagou. Their collars were torn, their noses and faces were bruised and the blood was still flowing. They were covered in dust and had their heads hung. There were obvious marks of whipping on their buttocks and pants. It seemed that they were reflecting on their inappropriate behavior in the sun.
Gao Yidao didn't bother to look at this. He glanced past the two clay Buddhas and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, Qin You was busy cooking at the stove. His bearded face was black and gray from the smoke. Another person was squatting by the fire, coughing violently and helping to burn firewood. It must be the savior Wang Peng or someone else.
Qin You turned around and asked in surprise: "Gao Yidao? Why are you here?"
Gao Yidao didn't answer this. He raised his hand and pointed at Wang Peng who was lighting the fire, and said bluntly: "Don't think I don't know why you are here! Weasel!"
…
It was difficult to be in the smoke of gunpowder, especially the shock wave of the explosion at that moment, which made Xiao Hongying feel like she was a small boat in the raging waves. She was very small; but her courage was unimaginable, and courage kept her from losing her compass.
She knew he was still alive, even though he looked dead.
She needed to get him away from the heavy machine gun position before the next wave of grenades fell, instead of kneeling beside him and crying. She frantically grabbed at everything nearby, needing a rope, or a strap, or leggings to wrap around his strong chest and keep him away from death.
She pulled, tugged and dragged with all her might. Another wave of grenades was approaching. She could already hear the whistle of the grenades falling rapidly and tearing the air. She had forgotten about giving up.
After another scene of smoke, she was still crawling, pulling, and biting the rope, refusing to let go, and was engulfed by the dust.
She didn't want to stop, but the picture kept getting darker and darker, until she couldn't even see the smoke, so she let out a heart-wrenching cry.
"Are you awake?" A strange old woman's face appeared in sight.
"Don't move. No. You're hurt!"
"Don't worry, your brother left some money before he left."
"Hey girl! Don't go. He said he would come back. How can I explain this to him..."
The clumsy old woman fell to the ground at the door, beating her legs anxiously, because the man who left the money was a black detective.
In the sunshine, she stopped at the intersection. She could not feel the pain all over her body. She looked up blankly and finally realized that this was still Xinglong Town, but she didn't know what day it was...