In a weedy clearing to the southeast of the Gaoqiaomen Detention Station, more than 300 scattered people in tattered military uniforms were nesting together in groups waiting to be reorganized, in addition to more than 100 young students in cotton uniforms. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The stragglers were all scattered by various units on the front line, and the bloody battles made them bloody and looked a little embarrassed, but they were all veterans who had fought and seen blood.

Although the cannon roared not far away, the gunfire continued, but these veterans did not panic, some lay on the hay and snored, and some people gambled together despite the cold and showed their arms.

More than 100 young students volunteered to come to the front, and they originally belonged to the AFS, but when they saw the frontline soldiers fighting bloodily, they couldn't help but stay and fight.

"As a soldier, you don't want to serve the country and kill the enemy, but you gamble here, are you worthy of the clothes on your body?"

The young students were jealous and hateful, and some people came forward to accuse them of not wanting to make progress when they saw these scattered stragglers who were not enterprising, but gambling and having fun here.

A shirtless and sturdy man was losing this month's military salary, and he was in a bad mood, and when he heard someone accusing them for no reason, he immediately waved his hand impatiently: "Lao Tzu gambles and cares about your, so stay where you are cool."

"Wang Huzi, put this gun here, Lao Tzu won't believe in this evil today." The sturdy soldier pulled out the captured devil southern pistol from his waist and bet it on gambling money, and he kept losing, which made him angry in his heart.

"I said blacksmith, don't go back!" A soldier with a beard asked with a smile when his eyes lit up when he saw the exquisite Southern pistol.

"What the fuck are you grinding, hurry up!" The soldier, nicknamed the blacksmith, stared at the dice in the bowl and urged.

"Look!" Wang Huzi buttoned the two bowls and shook the dice with a clang, and the three dice were spinning at great speed.

Wang Huzi saw that the time was almost up, put the bowl on the ground, and in the eyes of everyone, opened the bowl, the rotating dice gradually stopped, and Wang Huzi smiled: "Two, six, six." As he spoke, he handed the bowl to the burly blacksmith.

When the blacksmith saw the two hundred and sixty-six opened by the king's beard, he snorted coldly, two bowls and one button, and shook the bowl in his hand, but he was a little nervous, if he lost, his captured pistol would be gone, so he delayed opening it.

"Blacksmith, open quickly, aren't you afraid?" Someone saw that the blacksmith kept shaking, and couldn't help but start to heckle.

"You're in a hurry, the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry, isn't he just 266, Lao Tzu will definitely be able to win him."

There was a burst of boos around him, and he really couldn't agree with his hand.

Wang Huzi saw that the blacksmith kept shaking loudly, and he also urged: "Okay, blacksmith, don't waste time, let's go."

"Open!" The blacksmith gritted his teeth and buckled the bowl upside down, and the three dice turned slowly, and the blacksmith's throat and eyes were raised.

"Hahaha, three ones." Seeing the dice that finally stopped, a loud laugh erupted around him, which made the blacksmith angry.

"Blacksmith, admit it." The king's beard laughed and took the blacksmith's captured southern fourteen pistol into his arms.

Seeing the angry blacksmith, Wang Huzi continued to pout: "Blacksmith, are you still here, didn't you also seize a gold tooth?"

"Not coming, not coming, unlucky." The blacksmith tore off his hat and fanned himself to his feet, he was so lucky that he hadn't won once.

"What a group of hopeless ruffians! Deserve! "Seeing that these blacksmiths lost their pistols, the young students were a little gloating.

The blacksmith was in a bad mood, and he vaguely heard a student talking about him, and he was immediately unhappy: "Hey, boy, who are you talking about?"

The students were also young and vigorous, and they were not afraid of the blacksmith's questioning, so they raised their necks and said, "I'm talking about you soldiers who don't know how to learn."

"Hey, I said you little cubs, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will clean you up!" The blacksmith immediately rolled up his sleeves and threatened.

"Are we still afraid of you, a ruffian!" Students are also-for-tat.

"Damn, if I don't clean you up today, you don't know how many eyes Ma Wang Ye has!"

The blacksmith, relying on his burly figure, strode forward and knocked the student who dared to challenge him to the ground with a punch, and the student immediately had a nosebleed.

"Students! Hit him! Seeing their classmates being beaten, the rest of the students were also in a surge of emotion, waving their fists and rushing forward.

As the saying goes, a good man is hard to defeat with four hands, and in the face of more than a hundred young students, although the blacksmith can be ten with one, he can't stand the number of people, and he is quickly knocked to the ground.

"Wang Huzi, you don't fucking help!" The blacksmith with a blue nose and swollen face got up and ran for help.

Wang Huzi, who was gambling over there, saw that the blacksmith was chased and beaten by a group of students, and he was also arrogant: "Brothers, go on!" Rushed forward with the stragglers, and the two sides soon got into a scuffle.

Yang Ling took Liu Yidao and Qin Shou and they had just found a gathering place for the soldiers to replenish their guerrilla battalion, and when they saw a group of people fighting together, they thought that the devil had touched it, and looked at it, damn it, their own people beat their own people.

Bang!

Yang Ling took out his shell gun and fired a shot into the sky, stopping the people in the scuffle.

"You're fucking full, there's nothing to do, right?! If you have the ability to fight little devils, you can beat your own people, it's really majestic! Yang Ling saw the people with blue noses and swollen faces, and his face was serious.

Seeing that Yang Ling was wearing the rank of colonel, and there were more than a dozen murderous soldiers behind him, Wang Huzi hurriedly loosened the collar of a student and said with a smile: "Sir, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are sparring."

The blacksmith who provoked the trouble also knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly explained: "Sir, we are sparring."

Who is Yang Ling, can't he see the fight and sparring, and he doesn't break it: "Really sparring?"

"Really, don't you believe them." Wang Huzi replied as he winked at the students.

The students are now also dumb and eat coptis, and they can't say what they are suffering, and if they talk about fighting, they will definitely be driven back, but in order to be soldiers, they can only grit their teeth and admit that this is a competition rather than a fight.

"Okay, since it's a competition, then I also have itchy hands today, who wants to come up and compete with me?"

Yang Ling accepted the task to make this straggler warrior twist into a rope and become combat effectiveness before dark, so he climbed up along the bamboo pole, wanting to deter this group of veteran ruffians through the competition, and become a deterrent, and then things would be much simpler.

"Sir, our brothers don't have a serious attack, I'm afraid of hurting you, I think it's okay to fight."

Wang Huzi saw that although Yang Ling was straight, he was still quite thin, and he was estimated to be a showman, which was useless, although he said it respectfully, but everyone could hear the taste of contempt in his tone.

"You guys just let it go, if anyone wins me, I, the battalion commander, will let him be it!"

Hearing Yang Ling's words, these soldiers were suddenly moved, they are all some people who like to gamble, this time Yang Ling's bet is really big, if he really wins the battalion commander, even if he can't be a battalion commander, but he is not majestic, the bravery of being a soldier is nothing more than face.

"Sir, is that true?" Wang Huzi asked uncertainly.

"A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase!" Yang Ling's eyes showed sharp confidence: "But if you lose, you have to listen to Lao Tzu obediently."

"Okay, deal!" Wang Huzi gritted his teeth and agreed.