Obviously, in this critical period of the struggle between the two Liu, Liu Xiang, who hoped to get the support of the central government in Nanjing, did not want Liu Lang to appear in his base camp with great fanfare, and gave Liu Lang a bicycle, but also hoped that he would continue to walk quietly, as if he had never been to the mountain city.

The establishment of the Huashang Group has not yet aroused the suspicion of Nanjing, but what about the growth of the Huashang Group in the future? Liu Xiang also didn't want to leave a handle for the future at this time.

Liu Lang could only continue to put on makeup and ride a bicycle all the way to Chengdu.

But it just so happened that Liu Lang could not only see the scenery along the way, but most importantly, he could witness the migration of refugees from the north.

Along the way, many refugees who migrated from Beiping have arrived in Chongqing and are heading towards Chengdu, because of the capacity, the old and weak, women and children can take the car, but the young and strong can only go to Chengdu on foot, and every 500 people have a manager of the Chinese business group and hire a local guide to be responsible for leading.

Now, except for western Sichuan, the rest of Sichuan has been in the hands of Liu Xiang, so according to Liu Lang's observation along the way, the Chinese business group has done a good job in relocating people in the north, basically no team has been left behind, and occasionally there are people who are sick and left behind, and there will also be a shelter team in a carriage to check their identity and bring them to the carriage.

Liu Lang, who wore two mustaches and wore the clothes of fat ordinary people, rode all the way, and no one on the side of the road knew that the ordinary businessman who looked at him was Master Liu who saved them from poverty.

Although the time is calculated, the independent regiment is already on the way into Sichuan, Liu Lang thought about it, but still did not have the spirit of Dayu three times to pass the door without entering, turned a corner in the middle, and went straight to Chongzhou, which is located not far from Chengdu.

The last time I returned home was in the middle of the night, but this time Liu Lang finally arrived at 10 noon, but he still didn't feel like he was returning home.

At the moment when Sanchuan'er, who was wearing a military uniform, almost burst his eyes and opened his mouth to shout, Liu Lang directly threw the bicycle that was about to fall apart into Sanchuan'er's hands, "Don't shout, my old man, they are all scattering?" I'll come back and see and go. ”

"Young master, what's wrong with you!" Sanchuan'er saw that his eldest young master rode a broken bicycle all the way, not to mention, he also deliberately put on his beard and painted makeup, and the smell of sweat on his body can smoke a big heel, and what he said is also 。。。。。。 It seems like I'm going to run away, but it's strange that all kinds of thoughts come to me in my heart.

"I'll go see the old man, you go to the kitchen to get me food, remember to get a large piece of back to the pot meat, ouch, I've been hungry for Lao Tzu these days." Liu Lang had time to figure out his personal thoughts, dropped a sentence and entered the house by himself.

looked left and right, everyone at noon was eating lunch at home, there was no one at home, Sanchuan'er was busy pushing the bicycle behind Liu Lang's ass and entering the gate, tiptoeing to cover the door, like a fugitive entering the house.

After parking the bicycle and thinking about it, the little orderly still showed unprecedented firmness on his somewhat childish face, and he didn't go to the kitchen, but went straight to the backyard.

At this time, it was also lunchtime, and Liu Lang, who had ripped off two mustaches, broke into the small dining room where his parents were dining in a hurry under the shocked and strange eyes of the people.

At first glance, when I saw my son who had been thinking about it day and night, I was so shocked that Liu Lang's father and mother didn't close their mouths for a long time, maybe they already knew in the telegram that Liu Lang was okay and could lead the troops back to Sichuan in the next few months, this time Lang Pujia didn't hold his son and cried, but took Liu Lang's hand and looked left and right for a long time, "Son!" You're not going to do anything, are you? ”

"Nope!" Liu Lang inexplicably reached out and took a steamed bun on the table and took a bite of it.

Steamed buns made from freshly harvested wheat flour are fragrant.

"So what's wrong with you! I didn't wear a military uniform and came back wearing such a body, look at this full of ashes, someone is picking you up behind? Lang Pujia took the handkerchief and wiped it on Liu Lang's face in distress, and the handkerchief looked like a rag.

"Oh! No, the troops are still on their way to Sichuan, and I have to come back in advance, and I will come back when I pass by home, and I will return to the Guangyuan garrison soon. Liu Lang tried hard to swallow the steamed bun in his mouth, and explained to his parents half-truthfully.

Liu Lang's parents were relieved, and happily sat on both sides of Liu Lang, watching him gobble up. This kind of happiness, Liu Lang experienced once in Jiangxi not long ago, although the people are different, but they are equally warm.

After eating, at the insistence of Lang Pujia, Liu Lang took a bath for the first time in more than ten days, changed into a clean ordinary civilian clothes, and said goodbye to his parents. He, the commander-in-chief, had to rush back to the station before the return of all the members of the Independent Regiment.

The parents, who knew that their son had important tasks, did not keep them, but silently filled Liu Lang with a cloth bag of food for Liu Lang to use on the road.

Because Liu Lang had already said that the fewer people who knew about his return, the better, so the husband and wife just sent Liu Lang to the back door. Liu Lang was still thinking about how to call Sanchuan'er to find a horse to travel, he had already ridden enough bicycles, but as soon as the back door opened, he saw Sanchuan'er leading two horses and waiting outside.

Good guy, Sanchuan'er, who was wearing a military uniform of an independent regiment, carried a long spear on his back, not to mention a box cannon in his waist, and even hung a few grenades, holding two horses in his hands, and a rifle was stuck diagonally on the burden on the horse's back.

Liu Lang couldn't help but be happy, "Sanchuan'er, where are you going to fight?" Surrender to Commander Liu! ”

Sanchuan'er said with a firm face: "I can't take refuge in that, young master, I don't know that you offended that one, so that you have to run away, but Sanchuan'er is not afraid, young master, I will accompany you to kill out, this time you can't drive me away again." ”

"Haha, okay! has the guts, it seems that I didn't stay in the independent group in vain for half a year last year, go, and accompany Lao Tzu back to the independent group. Liu Lang laughed, rubbed the head of the sixteen-year-old boy who was a little blindfolded, and turned over and got on the horse.

Of course, guns don't need so much, Liu Lang took a box cannon, Sanchuan'er carried a spear, brought some food, and the two went on the road.

The road is quite peaceful, there are a lot of road stops, but Sanchuan'er's military uniform of the independent regiment is almost a pass, even if he encounters an eye-opener, Liu Lang is too lazy to bother to fight with them, and the Xinke Sichuan King personally stamped the pass with the big seal can completely meet the gods and destroy the gods, see the Buddha and kill the Buddha.

As for the hairy thieves, since Liu Lang conducted a large-scale training of recruits last year, and even suppressed the bandit nests around Guangyuan, the bandits in northern Sichuan, no matter how big or small, have all left this terrifying realm and fled to the south of Sichuan. When the news of Liu Lang's independent regiment's defeat of the Japanese Eighth Division in the Battle of the Great Wall came, the bandits in northern Sichuan disappeared directly, and they must not be the after-dinner dessert of the independent regiment that returned from a great victory.

Finally, four days later, at dusk, Liu Lang rushed back to the independent regiment's station in Guangyuan.

Half a year after leaving the station, Liu Lang returned to the fortress built under his leadership, and the fortress has changed greatly compared to when he left.

At the time of leaving, because it was winter, some trenches and underground passages had not yet been fully completed, and they were barely usable, and now, the mountain on the side of the mountain road was still green, but if you pay attention, you will see the black whirring holes hidden in the green shade, Liu Lang knows that those three-dimensional fire points designed by him will spit out soul-stirring tongues of fire.

And what made Liu Lang stop at the mountain pass was not the fortress that had begun to take shape, but the white of the mountain.

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