Chi Dakui stretched out his hand and grabbed the bayonet, and just wanted to speak, when suddenly, several gunshots were heard in the distance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The direction of the sound, to their west, is exactly where they have just left.

The gunfire is very regular, it is a warning gunshot, and the little devil finally discovers the truth. Liu Lang's eyes narrowed, although the little devil was more shrewd than he imagined, but in fact, his delaying plan was quite successful.

At least, he had been given ten minutes of time, and that was enough.

"In five minutes at most, the little devil's patrol is coming, are you afraid?" Taking a deep breath, Liu Lang looked calmly at the group of ragged and sad remnants of the defeated generals in front of him.

Including Chi Dakui, everyone's expressions were stiff.

Who isn't afraid?

Who is not afraid of death?

In the face of machine guns, they dared to fight hard, that is, they knew that sooner or later they would die, but now that they finally survived, who would want to die?

If you are a cultural person here, you may have to chant a sentence: Who has not died in life since ancient times, and left Danqing to shine on sweat. But for these big guys, what is sweat and green? The main purpose of them coming to serve as soldiers is to get paid, go back to serve their parents, marry a daughter-in-law, and then give birth to a fat doll.

They certainly don't want to die.

If you don't want to die, you will naturally be afraid.

The answer is simple, but hard to say.

"I don't know if you're afraid, but Lao Tzu is very afraid, really, Lao Tzu doesn't want to die at all. Didn't you see that Lao Tzu hit his head with a big bag in order to hide from that little devil's gun? Liu Lang pointed to the big red bump on his head and said seriously.

"Sir, you are also afraid!" Zhao Ergou grinned.

The commander wearing the uniform of the Japanese army Cao is a little funny, and now with the big bag and big flower face on his head, it looks too much like singing a big drama on stage.

"Of course I'm afraid, mom pulls a, I knew it hurt so much, I'd rather be shot." Pressing the red pimple, Liu Lang bared his teeth and scolded angrily.

The soldiers grinned with bared teeth, and their tense hearts relaxed. It turns out that there is no shame in being afraid, and the commander who kills people like killing chickens will also be afraid.

If Liu Lang single-handedly killed six Japanese soldiers won the respect of the soldiers and gained leadership, it was only at this moment that he truly integrated into the group.

I used a big bag on my head.

The reason is actually very simple, Liu Lang used the facts to tell the soldiers that he is not a god.

God can only stay on the high platform where he is sacrificed forever, and cannot be a comrade-in-arms. On the battlefield, without comrades-in-arms, God has to die. Just as if you treat a woman as a goddess, the goddess will eventually become someone else's woman.

At the beginning, like the soldiers, Ji Yanxue also wanted to laugh. It's just that when I saw Liu Lang's grinning appearance when he pressed the big bag on his head.

That bastard is so stupid, why do you want to press it when you know it hurts? Ji Yanxue's heart suddenly swelled with a strange emotion of wanting to teach that bastard fat man a lesson.

Although he was annihilated by Ji Yanxue, who was startled by himself, in an instant.

Inexplicably, he looked at both sides and found that no one paid attention to him at all, and all stared at the fat man standing at the forefront, the fat man who looked ridiculously dressed but was as thick as a wall.

Unexpectedly, Liu Fatzi really has a prefect style, why didn't he see it before? Ji Yanxue couldn't help but compare the fat major in her memory with the current Liu Lang, and suddenly found that the fat man was very manly.

This has nothing to do with touching her ass, Ji Yanxue swears, she didn't think about it like this, even if she felt that her butt was hot and painful, and the bastard didn't use ordinary strength.

"But what's the use of being afraid?" Liu Lang's face suddenly turned pale, pointed to the body in front of everyone, and said angrily: "I'm afraid, can we not be treated as wanton slaughtered livestock like them?" Discarded like garbage and dying without dignity? “

Everyone was silent, but there was fire in their eyes.

Yes, fear, here, the only thing that works is to make you suffer mentally before you die.

"Mom, isn't it a death? The brothers are all dead, and Lao Tzu doesn't want to live for a long time, Chief Liu, what do you say? The brethren have done it with you. Chi Dakui slammed his fist to the ground, glaring at the copper bell and looking at Liu Langdao.

"Yes, sir, we're with you."

"Fight with the little devils."

"One flat book, two Lao Tzu earn one."

The soldiers expressed their emotions one after another.

"Alright, now I'll command 。。。。。" A smile appeared in Liu Lang's eyes.

As long as the military heart is available, there is a slight possibility that his crazy plan can be completed, without the cooperation of these soldiers, with his current physical state and equipment, he can only hit a stone with an egg.

Liu Lang's order was beyond everyone's expectations, he did not let the soldiers pick up their guns to meet the Japanese search force desperately, nor did he take the big guy to flee in the direction of his own troops, but asked a few soldiers who were a little smaller to change into the Japanese military uniforms that they had just taken off.

Put the newly captured 38 big covers on the backs of the soldiers of the National Army dressed as Japanese soldiers, Liu Lang stood facing the pile of corpses, and solemnly saluted a standard military salute of later generations.

It's not that Liu Lang doesn't understand the way of saluting the national army, even if he is not familiar with military history, as a child of a new society who grew up watching the red flag of the war film of the two parties in the War of Resistance Against Japan, Liu Lang also knows that the way of saluting the national army was born from the US army, with his fingers close to the brim of his hat and his palm facing outward.

However, Liu Lang still chose the military salute that he was most familiar with in later generations.

Not for anything else, but for the descendants of China in later generations, they owe these veterans who died in obscurity and have been unknown for 70 years a most sincere salute.

There is no bipartisan dispute, no political differences, only sacrifice.

Yes, because of sacrifice.

Without sacrifice, there can be no victory.

"Brothers, I'm sorry, Lao Chi is going to fight hard with the little devils, I can't let you go into the ground, you walk slower on the road, maybe Lao Chi can catch you." Chi Dakui led the soldiers to kneel, kowtowed a few times, and muttered softly.

After a moment of silence, Liu Lang waved his hand and ordered: "Follow me and go." ”

"No, sir, we still have so many brothers who haven't taken the guys?" Chi Dakui, who got up in one fell swoop, was a little anxious when he saw this situation.

With this little bayonet in his hand, go to the little devil desperately? He's not stupid enough to be that big, he's still counting on earning a few back!

Hanyang's rifle devil can't look down on throwing it here, but that can also kill people, right?

"Have you ever seen a captive still take a guy?" Liu Lang glared at him angrily.

I don't know how this guy became the company commander, and he didn't even see such a simple arrangement.

It dawned on everyone. It turned out that Liu Lang meant to pretend to be a Japanese squad escorting prisoners, and prisoners were naturally not equipped with weapons.

In the enemy's occupied areas, this once-real escort team is far longer than working hard with guns, and even if it is a sneak attack, the probability of success is multiplied.

Since Chi Dakui and below, everyone looked at Liu Lang with more admiration, no wonder he is a chief, this brain is faster than ordinary people.