Nie Xiaotian walked a few steps, and only stopped when he was far enough away from Sun Fuan.

In a bad mood, Nie Xiaotian didn't want to talk nonsense with him. Out of sight and out of mind, away from ease and at ease, so as not to increase the troubles.

Monk Yang followed behind him and said, "Battalion commander, I think you have changed!" ”

Nie Xiaotian was stunned, has changed? When did the master change? It hasn't changed, it's still such a tall height, and the weight hasn't increased, and when I take a shower, I'm still the eight-pack abs, and I don't feel like my bottom has shrunk or become bigger when I'm peeing!

Nie Xiaotian looked at Monk Yang and couldn't understand what Monk Yang said had changed.

Monk Yang sighed lightly: "Amitabha, battalion commander, I think you are more and more able to restrain yourself, if you change the previous you, it would not be as simple as scolding Instructor Sun just now, you have to kick him to the ground, and then rush up and open the bow left and right, crackling and slapping him a few big ears, scolding him for farting......"

"I think it's your fucking fart! Am I what you say? Also, whoever the fuck has changed, it's impossible for Lao Tzu to change. ”

"Huh? Is that so? Can I think that you are afraid of the instructor? ”

"You stinky bald donkey, which eye do you see that Lao Tzu is afraid of him?!"

"I can see it with both eyes, do you think he is a political cadre, you don't dare to go too far with him, especially like today, when you feel a little wrong when you kill the captive! You're afraid he'll sue you, you're afraid ......"

"Fuck off, Lao Tzu Nie Xiaotian is not afraid of the ground, what's wrong with killing two captives? It's not like I haven't killed him. Hmph, Lao Tzu still doesn't believe it, Lao Tzu won the battle, just killed two prisoners, the chief can really shoot Lao Tzu! He likes to sue his mother, I'm afraid of a fart! ”

"Amitabha, why didn't you kick the instructor just now?"

Hey, this stinky and shameless monk is still energetic, endless, right? Nie Xiaotian was angry: "Lao Tzu only owes you a fucking kick!" He shouted, and at the same time, Nie Xiaotian raised his big foot and kicked towards Monk Yang. Monk Yang jumped away as if he had already prepared.

This product really deserves to be practiced, this jump, to avoid that is called a perfect.

"I expected you kid to hide!" Nie Xiaotian was not slow, brushed the ground and followed with another kick, Xu is Monk Yang didn't expect Nie Xiaotian to come with a series of legs, this time his ass was kicked firmly, bang him! Monk Yang flew out......

"Hey, no kicking!" When Monk Yang saw that he was about to be kicked down, he saw that he was standing on a stake and stabilized! After standing firmly, he smiled, and when he looked at Nie Xiaotian, he saw that Nie Xiaotian looked at him embarrassed and smiled. Monk Yang said with great satisfaction: "Amitabha, that's right, battalion commander, when I was a monk, the master in the temple once said that there is no trouble that cannot be eliminated with a smile...... Everything is as it is, it is as it is, it is the past, the past is gone......"

"Stop me, you flower monk, you were just a sweeping monk when you were in the temple, and you can't read a basket of words, you recite a fart scripture!" I dare say, you don't even know what that means! Nie Xiaotian glanced at Monk Yang and looked at the battlefield, his face as calm as stagnant water.

He had already seen that Monk Yang was in too heavy a mood when he saw that he was feeling too heavy, thinking that he was sad for his dead brother, so he wanted to amuse him and ease his mood, so as not to make him sad and depressed. Thinking of this, Nie Xiaotian couldn't help but feel a warm heart.

Monk Yang took out a small sprinkling pot made of more than 100 milliliters of iron from his pocket as if he were playing tricks, which must have been picked up from which devil when this goods was cleaning up the battlefield.

The goods took a small wine jug and handed it to Nie Xiaotian: "Come, battalion commander, take a sip, take a sip and make sure you are in good shape!" ”

Nie Xiaotian smiled and took the wine jug. Open the spout, raise your hand, and spill the wine on the ground.

Monk Yang hurriedly shouted: "Don't......"

Nie Xiaotian muttered in his mouth: "Brothers, as Lao Tzu said, I won this battle, I invite you to drink, come on, my old Nie is here to toast you!" ”

When Monk Yang heard this, he didn't persuade again. He knew that Nie Xiaotian valued his feelings the most, especially the feelings between his brothers, and he cherished his life, and he cherished the lives of his brothers even more. Sometimes Monk Yang would feel that Nie Xiaotian was more compassionate than him, and sometimes Monk Yang even felt that Nie Xiaotian didn't look like a soldier, let alone a battalion commander! Because he attaches too much importance to life and death, especially the life and death of his comrades-in-arms. However, sometimes he feels that Nie Xiaotian is the most soldier-like soldier, he is iron-blooded, he is strong, and he is decisive in killing the enemy! For the soldiers, he is also the best commander, because he cherishes his life, and cherishes the lives of the soldiers even more, and will not regard their lives as a mustard, and will not arbitrarily sacrifice their lives as a condition to achieve the goal of victory!

Another point, Monk Yang and the soldiers who followed Nie Xiaotian also had to admit that they liked this second-class battalion commander more and more!

"Report!"

At this time, Liu Ziguang trotted towards Nie Xiaotian with a smile on his face.

Nie Xiaotian said: "Have you eaten bee feces?" So happy! ”

Liu Ziguang said: "Report to the battalion commander, according to preliminary statistics, the number of enemies we destroyed in this battle reached about 900 and 30!" ”

Oh, yes.

"Are our casualties counted?" Nie Xiaotian said.

Liu Ziguang said: "Report to the battalion commander, and the statistics have also been obtained." We lost more than 300 people in battle, and we were seriously injured......" Seeing Nie Xiaotian frowning slightly, Liu Ziguang was a little confused, this is a three-to-one battle loss ratio. If other generals heard about this achievement, they would have gone crazy. But what about the battalion commander of the second cargo? He's obviously not that ordinary person.

Liu Zisheng was afraid that the battalion commander of the second cargo would feel uncomfortable, so he stopped reporting it.

But at this moment, a soldier hurriedly ran over.

shouted in his mouth: "Battalion commander, get rich, we can get rich now!" The eyes of the three looked at each other in unison. The soldier approached and said, "Deputy Battalion Commander Wang asked me to come back and report that we have taken the Devil's artillery position, and captured a total of three Devil's Type 92 infantry guns, two mountain guns, and 180 shells!" He's bringing back cannons and shells! ”

"Hehehehe......" As soon as Nie Xiaotian heard the news, a smile suddenly bloomed on his face that was originally like stagnant water, and he was as happy as a second fool.

Seeing that a few people next to him were stunned.

Nie Xiaotian said: "Damn, is Lao Tzu going to get rich?" Hahahaha, let's take a walk, take Lao Tzu to see! Nie Xiaotian rushed out with joy.

Monk Yang and Liu Ziguang were dumbfounded, hey, is this still the second cargo battalion commander with a sad face just now? Who can say why his monk was comforted for a long time and was kicked in this way? Isn't the commander of the second cargo battalion distressed by the casualties? Why the hell is this laughing like marrying a daughter-in-law?

……

……

……

(End of chapter)