The brothers got out of the car and gathered in a muddy clearing, and then marched to Liu Yidao, where they found a makeshift camp to rest for the night and leave again tomorrow.

The whole town was transformed into a noisy and noisy vegetable market, with groups of officers and soldiers with guns on their backs wandering around, brothers from all over the world, all the numbers of the troops, and the obscure dialects ringing in the ears from time to time.

The peddlers who came from the surrounding countryside were also clever and clever people, and they knew that the officers and men of the army had just fought a big battle, and they had captured a lot, and they came to sell all kinds of food and drink, bits and pieces, everything they could think of was here, and the officers and soldiers bargained, and both sides were very happy.

Far away from the smoke and fire, the brothers were in a lively and lively town, and the mood of the brothers also improved.

"Boss, old knife brand cigarettes, come to a box?" The vendors, who were well versed in the enjoyment of the brothers, saw the procession pass by and rushed together.

The brothers have been pinning their heads to the waistbands of their trousers all the year round and working hard with the little devils, and they may not be able to return to the battlefield with their 100-pound bodies at any time.

Therefore, every time the brothers get a short opportunity to recuperate, they will not miss the opportunity to enjoy themselves in time, and the officers will not care much, after all, only when there is a degree of relaxation can the war be fought.

"How much?" Seeing the various brands of cigarettes in the hawker's box, some brothers who were addicted to cigarettes couldn't help but ask.

The hawker also smiled happily and stretched out a finger: "Boss, if you fight devils on the front line, I will charge you less, just one piece."

"How much?" Hearing the vendor's offer, the brother who was about to pay for it was stunned with disbelief on his face, and asked again.

"Boss, it's just a dollar." The peddler repeated.

Hearing the hawker's repetition, the brother immediately scolded: "Why don't you go and grab the money?"

Their ordinary officers and soldiers only get seven or eight yuan a month's military salary, but the price of this pack of cigarettes has actually risen to one piece, and the monthly military salary of the emotional desperate devil is enough for a few packs of cigarettes.

Seeing the brother who suddenly came out of his mouth and cursed, the peddler glanced at the brother with disdain on his face and muttered: "Boss, if you can't afford it, don't buy it, don't get in the way, someone will buy it."

"Fuck, Lao Tzu is working hard with the little devils on the front line, you are making a fortune in the back, Lao Tzu not only wants to scold you, but also beat you to death, bastard!" When the brother saw the disdainful look in the peddler's eyes, he immediately became angry, and raised his fist as he spoke.

Seeing the angry brother rushing towards him, the peddler knew that something was wrong, and shouted as he retreated: "Beat people, soldiers, beat people......

The cigarette seller's shout made the brothers who were on fire in their hearts rise in anger, and before they could fight, the wicked began to sue first.

"You bastard who makes a fortune, don't run away!" The brother chased after him with great vigour.

When the peddler saw the brother chasing after him, he slipped on the soles of his feet in a panic, and fell into a dog with a bang.

"Look where you're going!"

This brother was furious, and the sacrifice of several brothers made him feel depressed, and he was even ridiculed by the peddlers who made a fortune, how could he bear it.

"Stop!" Yang Ling happened to see this scene and hurriedly opened his mouth to scold.

Their 74th Army is now on the cusp of the storm, and they are being watched with a magnifying glass, and if this fist goes down, it will definitely be widely publicized, and the consequences will not be borne by him, a small regiment commander.

When this brother saw Yang Ling and a group of staff officers coming over, although he was angry, he still stopped in time.

"Sir......" The brother stood up and looked at Yang Ling with a straight face, feeling a little weak in his heart.

After all, Yang Ling had repeatedly ordered before setting off, demanding strict military discipline, and he almost committed it.

Yang Ling asked in a deep voice: "That one?" What is it called? ”

"Report to the chief, Liu Changsheng of the third battalion, one company, one platoon, and three squads!" The brother stepped forward and replied aloud.

As soon as the brother finished answering, Liu Yidao, who was following behind Yang Ling, suddenly had black lines on his face.

Yang Ling scolded: "Why did you beat people for no reason?"

"Sir, this profiteer is difficult for him to make a fortune, I ......"

"Sir, sir, you have to call the shots for me, if you come one step later, I'm afraid I won't see you."

The vendor who fell to the ground and was covered in mud also opened his mouth with a handful of snot and tears at this moment, how pitiful and pitiful he looked.

At this moment, there were already many officers and soldiers and refugees around him, and when they saw the vendors covered in mud and crying, they all showed sympathy.

"Pull Liu Changsheng down and deal with it by military law!" Yang Ling made a color to Liu Yidao and commanded sharply.

With a wave of Liu's hand, the two brothers stepped forward to detain Liu Changsheng, who was full of grievances.

"Sir, I ......" Liu Changsheng still wanted to explain, but was asked

Liu Yidao was already impatiently waving his hand: "Take it down, thirty military sticks!"

The people around him suddenly buzzed, but they didn't expect Yang Ling to not protect his shortcomings.

Yang Ling watched Liu Changsheng being detained and left, and stepped forward to help the vendor up: "You're not injured, are you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, sir, you're really good people who are in charge of the people." Seeing that this brother was disposed of by Yang Ling, the peddler didn't dare to make a mistake, after all, the people didn't fight with the officials, and he was also afraid of retaliation.

"Okay, go back, don't sell cigarettes here, these are all brothers who came from the ghost gate, everyone has the blood of the devil on their hands, next time I don't guarantee that I will be able to arrive in time, do you understand?" Yang Ling stared at the vendor and warned meaningfully.

The peddler was also stunned, looking at the bloodstained brothers around him who had not had time to change their clothes, and a cool air rose on his back.

"I understand, I understand, sir, I'll go." The peddler was also frightened, hurriedly picked up his wooden box, and got into the crowd and left.

"It's okay, let's disperse."

The matter was perfectly resolved, and Yang Ling also opened his mouth to disperse the onlookers.

"Does a pack of cigarettes really cost a dollar? Why did the price increase so much? ”

Yang Ling frowned as he walked towards the temporary station, and asked Liu Yidao, who was standing in front.

Liu Yidao sighed heavily and complained: "Tuanzao, not only the cigarette money has risen, but everything is rising, if it weren't for the military station to supply food, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to afford to eat."

Yang Ling also knew that with the occupation of the rich areas and coastal industrial areas by the little devils, the prices would definitely rise, but he didn't expect the rise to be so fierce, he sighed, looked at the continuous autumn rain, his heart was extremely complicated, the country was in trouble, and the wind and rain were shaking.

The influx of refugees, the fall of wealthy areas, and the inflation of prices by some people have led to skyrocketing prices.

Yang Ling: They have military stations along the way to supply food and salt, but they need to buy fruits and vegetables at their own expense, and they are helpless in the face of high prices.