The four fireheads of the reserve 11th Division strode towards the remnants of the soldiers angrily, and the fat man Tian San's weak-hearted head shrank, and his body had already flashed behind the remnants, ready to slip away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Dead fatty, don't run, stop for Lao Tzu!"

The fat man's fat body was too conspicuous, and he was a behemoth among a group of yellow-skinned and lean malnourished remnants, and the firehead soldiers saw this angry fat man at a glance.

"My stomach hurts, oops, I'll go for it."

When Tian Fatzi heard the other party's roar, he immediately didn't hide his deeds, and directly covered his stomach and ran towards the reeds in the distance, and the remnants of the soldiers who watched were stunned.

"Damn, this fat man can't be a stolen cake, right?" Seeing the firehead soldier and the fat man who came to the door, the remnants of the soldiers looked at each other and muttered in their hearts.

It's just that Luo Dayong is missing a root and tendon in his head, and just a multigrain cake belly is a drop in the bucket for a hungry stomach, and when he saw a few firehead soldiers coming, he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and went straight up.

He grabbed a firehead squad leader and said, "Brother, do you still have bread, you are also stingy with one person, and a few more." ”

The squad leader of the fire head soldier was angry because the fat man stole their cakes, and when he heard Luo Dayong say this at this moment, he was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly became angry, damn, the feelings are all together.

The squad leader of the firehead soldier directly grabbed Luo Dayong's collar: "Big man, hurry up and hand over the cake, otherwise none of you will be able to leave today!" ”

Rao is Luo Dayong's head is thick, and he also reacted, feeling that the cake he ate was stolen by the fat man, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I said brother, you can eat food indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, I don't know what kind of cake, do you know?" ”

"I don't know, I don't know, it must have been taken by the fat man just now, and it has nothing to do with us." The remnants of the soldiers all opened their mouths and began to help.

The squad leader of the firehead soldier looked up, and there was still the shadow of the dead fat man, and the shadow was gone.

"That Lao Tzu doesn't care, anyway, you are all in the same group, you have to vomit and vomit after stealing the cakes of our 11th Division!"

The squad leader of the firehead squad with an excited look pulled Luo Dayong's collar tighter, and loudly threatened the remnants.

Now hundreds of thousands of troops are gathered on the battlefield in Shanghai, and there is a lot of pressure on logistics and supplies, and they often eat the last meal without the next meal, and now the cake is eaten by almost half of the remnants of this group, and the squad leader of the firehead soldiers can't make any difference at all, and he is very angry now.

"They stole the food, and the baskets are all here." Another firefighter picked up the torn basket on the ground and began to add fuel to the fire.

"And said it wasn't you who ate it! So what is this! Seeing the torn basket, the captain of the firehead soldier asked loudly, and the remnants of the soldiers looked at the sky and the scenery, and they all turned their heads away, and the dog who was scolded by the fat man was bloody.

Luo Dayong made a gap and defended: "There is a debtor and a debtor, and the fat man took it, you go to the fat man." As he spoke, he reached out and pulled away the hand of the firehead squad leader who was holding his collar.

Now Luo Dayong has made up his mind and pushed everything on the fat man's head, anyway, he has run away, and the firehead soldiers have nothing to do with him.

But the squad leader of the firehead soldier was unrelenting, and stretched out his hand to grab Luo Dayong again: "Go!" Go meet our captain! Let's judge the head of the group! ”

"If you don't go, your head will definitely be towards you." Luo Dayong hurriedly waved his hand and began to play tricks.

Luo Dayong was burly and had a lot of strength, and the squad leader of the firehead soldiers couldn't move, and beckoned to the three fireheads behind him: "Take them to see the regiment leader!" Dare to steal our bread! Let them all spit it out! ”

"Isn't it just a few cakes, as for being so stingy." The old smoking gun smashed the dry smoke and said strangely.

"Hey, you scumbags, it's reasonable to steal the cake of our 11th division, right?!"

The leader of the firehead squad rolled up his sleeves, his face full of anger.

When the old smoker heard the scum popping out of the mouth of the squad leader of the firehead, he suddenly stood up and crossed his neck and asked, "Who do you say is the scum?!" ”

"I'm talking about you! It's not good to fight, it's good to be a thief, not a scumbag! ”

When the old smoker heard this, his heart immediately became angry, Lao Tzu died so many people, instead of sympathizing with him, he was scolded as a scumbag, and he rushed to the fire head squad leader with a punch.

"Lao Tzu are scum! You're not even as good as scum! You're all rice buckets! The old smoking gun knocked down the squad leader of the firehead soldier with a punch, and he kicked it in anger and cursed loudly.

They fought along the way, and the people around them died one after another, but the war never stopped, and they didn't even have time to be sad, sad, and all the grievances were suppressed in their hearts.

They just wanted to live, and after eating a few cakes from the 11th Division, they were scolded as scum, and the grievances and anger in the hearts of the remnants of the soldiers gushed out unreservedly as if they had found a pourout.

The initial tug eventually turned into a fight, with the remnants furious like unscarred beasts, and the four fireheads fought back when they saw that they had eaten the cake and were so arrogant and beating people.

The remnants of the soldiers scuffled with the fireheads, shouting and cursing and raising puffs of smoke and dust, but the number of fireheads was too small, and soon the noses and faces were swollen after being beaten, and after breaking free, they ran into the distance, shouting at the top of their voices: "These scum have beaten people!" Hurry up and help from the 11th Division! ”

The soldiers of the 11th Division, who were digging trenches in the distance, did not know what was happening here, but when they saw that their side was being beaten, they did not hesitate to jump out of the trenches and rush to this side to help.

Although everyone is now subordinate to the National Revolutionary Army, the grievances and contradictions accumulated in the warlord era are not something that can be resolved in a while, although they all go to the front line to fight the national war, but the contradictions between each other still exist, and now seeing the people on their side being bullied, the people of the 11th Division immediately became angry.

Seeing the black pressed people running over, the remnants of the soldiers, who were carried away by anger, suddenly felt bad and hurriedly ran back.

It was only a few minutes from the quarrel to the fist and kick, Yang Ling leaned on the stake to see everything, he watched quietly and did not stop it.

Defeated in successive battles, retreating again and again, the remnants of the soldiers watched the familiar people around them being stabbed to death by devils, and the flesh and blood of the heavy artillery bombardment were separated, Yang Ling, as the leader, knew that although the remnants of the soldiers were very angry and depressed in their hearts, they were full of anger but could not vent their anger.

They rushed towards the little devil angrily, but more people died, fewer and fewer people around them, they were more depressed and aggrieved, forming a vicious circle, when the disappointment and anger reached a certain level, it would eventually make people desperate and crazy, which Yang Ling did not want to see.

The remnants of the soldiers got into trouble, and when they saw the other party's helper coming, they hurriedly ran back to Yang Ling for help, and they regretted their recklessness and impulsiveness in their hearts at the moment.

But now that something has happened, they will definitely not be able to stay here, anyway, they have received the order to retreat and rest, and there is no need for them to wait here to be beaten.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and run!" Yang Ling looked at the remnants of the soldiers and looked at him stunned, and said angrily in his heart.