"Independent regiment? Squad leader, do we have an independent regiment in the second division? Seeing the mighty men and horses swaggering into the pass, a soldier came up and asked suspiciously. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Our division only has the independent brigade that we brought before the Senza, where the independent regiment came? It may be that the brothers of other divisions are temporarily crossing the border! But the name Liu Lang seems to have been heard there, you all help Lao Tzu think about it. The sergeant squad leader shook his head and replied.

If the commander blames him, he must be unlucky, even if the army does not have any weapons, and most of them are still missing arms and legs.

However, the young sergeant was strangely not particularly frightened, and the rich and gentle officer and his strange subordinates seemed to have a great magic that made him willingly give way.

"How can you possibly know the sir? Don't tease, boss. One soldier looked enviously at the neat queue in the distance and smiled.

"That's true, but I've heard the name somewhere." The sergeant squad leader buckled his scalp in distress, and then swept his eyes and shouted: "Shi Datou, what are you looking at?" Do you know if you are going to be shot if you eavesdrop on military secrets? ”

Frightened, a vendor with a dirty apron and shrunken head five or six meters away from the soldiers trembled, and like his "name", a big bald head was very conspicuous in the sun.

After hesitating for a while, he saw that the sergeant's mouth was serious, but in fact there was not much anger on his face, so he came up again with a shy face. The sergeant was a little surprised.

Shi Datou, who often sells buns at the city gate, takes care of his business on weekdays, and they are also familiar. This person looks not small, but his temperament is the most cautious, if he can, he won't make trouble, and he will try to let it go if he has trouble. It is honest duty to say it well, but to put it bluntly, he is timid, and he does not have the pride that a man in Guanzhong should have.

The sergeant yelled at him at every turn, and did not mean to look down on him. I didn't expect him to be so bold today.

"Chief Chen, do you know that those Commander Ada are here?"

Tongguan is located in the east of the Guanzhong Plain, and the language family belongs to the Guanzhong dialect, which is where the Ada means. However, the Second Division has been stationed in Weinan for a long time, and there are many local soldiers in Shaanxi, so it is naturally not too difficult to understand Shaanxi dialect.

"Shi Datou, the affairs of the chiefs are also what your baby can inquire about? Hurry up and sell your buns. A soldier waved his hand impatiently, ready to send away the hawker, who he had known so well.

"No, no." The peddler's bald head shook like a rattle, took out a neatly folded newspaper from under his dirty white apron, opened it carefully, pointed to a black and white portrait printed on the newspaper, and said, "Chief Chen, do you think the portrait of the leading chief is not like the chief in the newspaper?" ”

The sergeant squad leader was stunned for a moment, snatched the newspaper with his hand and took a closer look. Because of the backwardness of printing technology, the newspapers of this era were reluctant to make too good paper, and although the picture was not very clear, the wide figure and the round and gentle face made the sergeant somewhat familiar.

"Little San'er, you have been in the academy for a few days, what do you think of the chief's name?" The sergeant handed the newspaper to a small soldier beside him.

"Sir, wait a minute." The soldier happily took the newspaper, read it carefully several times, and said uncertainly: "The surname is Liu, but the word at the back has forgotten to be called "wave", and it is still called "wolf". ”

"Dog's day, when it comes to a critical time, you don't ask for it, then someone named Liu Wolf must be called Liu Lang." The sergeant scolded and took the newspaper from the soldier's hand and decided to study it himself.

The image of the fat officer on the screen and the one who had spoken gently to him earlier coincided more and more.

There was silence all around.

The silent sergeant was startled, and when he looked up, his subordinates were staring at him, which made people a little hairy.

"What do you see? Lao Tzu has flowers on his face? ”

"Boss, that chief also seems to say that his name is Liu Lang." The little man who had been trying to read pointed ahead and said weakly.

The sergeant was stunned for a moment, then looked at the newspaper in his hand, raised his head and said in disbelief: "Oh my God, it's really Chief Liu Lang, Chief Liu who killed thousands of little devils." ”

As he spoke, he excitedly straightened his military uniform and prepared to run in the direction of the city gate.

"Wait, Chief Chen, you haven't said if he's the chief in the newspaper?" The sergeant, who was excited to see his idol, was grabbed by the arm of Shi Datou, who was listening carefully and did not speak, and asked eagerly.

The strength of the hand was so great that the sergeant only grinned with his teeth.

"I'm your mother, Shi Datou, you're crazy, let Lao Tzu go." The sergeant was furious.

"If you don't say it, you won't let it go." Shi Datou, who had always been timid and cautious, shook his head firmly as if he had lost his mind.

struggled a few times, but one of Shi Datou's hands was like an iron tong, pinching it tightly, and there was a tendency to pinch it tighter and tighter. The sergeant had reason to believe that if he insisted, this honest man, who had suddenly become a little crazy, would be able to pinch off his arm.

"You let go of Lao Tzu first, Lao Tzu will tell you." The sergeant had no choice but to say helplessly.

Shi Datou pursed his lips and shook his head firmly.

"Okay, okay, Lao Tzu told you that's right, that commander's name is Liu Lang, he came from the battlefield of the Battle of Songhu, did he see that newspaper, he said it, his old man is amazing, with twenty-eight brothers in the national army, he took the headquarters of the little devil with one shot。。。。。。。" Although he was illiterate, this did not prevent this ordinary sergeant from memorizing the heroic deeds of a certain "anti-Japanese hero".

The term brain-dead powder doesn't just apply to modern times.

However, the persistent Shi Datou was obviously not, as soon as he stretched out his hand and snatched the newspaper that belonged to him, Shi Datou ran frantically in the direction of the city gate.

"Dog, what are you running, Lao Tzu won't beat you。。。。。。" The sergeant, who was describing Liu Lang's heroic deeds, was obviously a little unsatisfied, and was very dissatisfied with the uninvited escape of a certain audience.

"This baby is crazy." The little soldier shook his head regretfully.

It's a pity that the buckwheat bun made by Shi Datou is fragrant.

Liu Lang, who walked into the Tongguan gate with the soldiers, looked at the strange and familiar town in front of him, compared with seventy years later, although the town was dilapidated, but without the restoration of modern technology, it was more quaint and natural.

The knives and axes of the past, the fire that has been poured with water, and the old city bricks narrate the baptism of the years it has endured as a male pass with broken pieces.

Liu Lang naturally also knew that the city tower, which had been bombed several times by the Japanese planes and artillery, was still standing, but the final outcome was still not worthy of the words of the superiors, and after 50 years, because of the misestimation of the Sanmenxia Reservoir, this small city was completely emptied, and finally only the ruins were left under the erosion of the years.

Looking at the anxious eyes of the people around him, Liu Lang smiled lightly, beckoned, and called the officers in front of him, ready to announce the disbandment order.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the back row of the soldiers, and there was a faint sound of shouting in Shaanxi dialect.

Liu Lang's brows furrowed.