"The old decay is a lot older, and I don't know if there are three or five years to live, if the old decay returns to the west, I am really worried about the life of the stone, alas. You kid take the stone away, and the old decay is relieved. Old Man Lei sent the fat man out of the village, looking at the stones running like Sahuan, with a sad expression on his face.

"Old man, with your physique, it's not a problem to live another hundred and eighty years, you can sleep with two girls overnight, it's great!" The fat man can only make the old man happy.

"Go, isn't that old and immortal? A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory! Old Man Lei blushed and had a thick neck, and he scolded with a cane.

"Yes, you have to support a little bit, the fat man still has a lot of devil toys to do with your old skills. Besides, how can you always hold on to driving the little devils out of China, don't you see it with your own eyes? The fat man laughed.

This old man's skills have, but also passed on to his son, grandson, I didn't expect the little devil to come to all the reimbursement, just left to play a single gang, see the stone bear child is lonely, and the talent is good, I want to take the inheritance of the mantle, I didn't expect to kill this dead fat man halfway, the old man's bamboo basket is empty, and in the end he is still alone.

Because of this, the fat man always felt that he couldn't go away.

"You kid is right, if you are old, you won't die!" Old man Lei was happy, and his spirit was much better.

"Old man, you must say goodbye to you for a thousand miles, and the next time you see you when you are old, give you a few bottles of sake from the little devil to honor your old man." The fat man said goodbye.

There is hope in these fucking years, so that this lonely old man can have hope of living, the fat man knows that he is good at wine, but this proposal has no wine ingredients, but "whole" ingredients, he thinks the old man is happy to see him do this.

The team drove mightily towards Hukou Mountain, this battle injured only the brothers at the heavy machine gun point at the entrance of the village, two died, four were wounded, this was a miraculous casualty rate, but the fat man was not very satisfied, after all, these brothers were personally selected by him, and he had the talent of a heavy machine gunner, and now he was reimbursed for two, and four were injured, which made him feel painful, and he had to speed up the training of these brothers and teach them how to survive in the battlefield.

Everyone was elated, because the seizure was quite large, in addition to the weapons of the puppet army hardcover company, the bandits of Heifeng Mountain actually had more than 300 rifles, most of which were made in Hanyang, more than a dozen barge guns, three Czech-style, so that the head of the regiment Ma checked back and forth along the way, for fear that one of these weapons and ammunition would be lost, these things were treasures in his eyes, but they were garbage in the eyes of the fat man.

The pursuit is different, the decision grade is different, this is the head of the horse can only be millet plus rifle, and the fat man's "flying army" will have to be a beautiful weapon in the future, and he will have a lot of face when he stands out.

There is also a person, who is staring at the bear child who can't take his eyes off all kinds of guns, everyone knows that this little fart kid is with the fat man, and they are all polite to her, this time it's okay, she plays here and there, looks at all kinds of guns, touches them if she is interested, and the soldiers don't stop her, let her do it.

Well? Too heavy, not loved.

Well? The butts of the guns are all higher than themselves, and they don't love.

This is good, big and thick, it seems that the dead fat man is still on the carriage and suddenly the two devil bandits, cool, comfortable, it's too big, I can't take it, I can't hold it, I can't give up.

The bear child ran around like crazy, and found nothing of his own weapon, walked to the carriage with a face full of resentment, pulled the corner of the fat man's clothes sitting in the carriage, and was tired of playing, and signaled that he was also going to get on the carriage.

"Hey, you hairy kid, do you still call the fat man?" The fat man glared at the bear child, although he was mean, he stretched out his hand and lifted the bear child into the car.

"Be honest, be careful if you don't obey, be careful that the fat man slaps your ass!" The fat man scolded and scolded, took out a cigarette and a lighter in his trouser pocket, lit one for himself, and then went comfortably.

The bear child stared at his waist for a long time, and suddenly his two hands grabbed him.

The person who came out of the special forces, even if he was alert at ordinary times, was frighteningly high, and the bear child's hand had not touched his waist yet, and he had already grabbed it with his big hand.

"Let go of me!" The bear child struggles.

The fat man had two Browning sticks in his waist, one was very small, and belonged to the spies of the Central Command and the Military Commander, and one was a Browning high-power pistol, both of which belonged to Commander Wu, and Li Liuquan handed them over to him.

The small one is suitable for girls to defend themselves, the fat man is ready to keep it to please Wang Yi, and the powerful Browning is ready for his own use, and there are three spare magazines, which he loves.

"It's not as high as the butt of the gun, and you still want to grab it? Can you hold it? Of course the fat man knows what the bear child wants to do, he has to educate and educate him well, or he will dare to go to the house to reveal the tiles.

"I can handle that little gun in your waist, give it to me." As soon as the fat man was relieved, the bear child broke free of his hand and said indignantly.

"Ha, you're welcome? Okay, you can grab it, this gun is yours, you can't grab it for the fat man to stay honest! The fat man rolled his eyes, a four or five-year-old child was bent on a gun to take revenge, alas, this fucking war, the goddamn little devil, stunned a four or five-year-old child so much that only hatred remained.

"What did you say?" The stubbornness of the bear child is not trivial.

"Yes, the fat man will teach you to hum a song, what kind of gun do children learn." The fat man glanced at the bear child, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, then brewed his feelings, coughed and cleared his throat, and sang the song that inspired countless people in his mouth:

We are all sharpshooters

Kill an enemy with every bullet

We are all flying troops

Even if the mountains are high and the water is deep

In the secret woods

……

If the fat man's singing voice belongs to the old duck boy, then no matter how many times he sings it, this "Guerrilla Song" will not become the military song of this "flying team" composed of bandits, but his singing voice is surprisingly good, even he himself was startled, only to remember that this body was originally a master of eating, drinking and having fun, and during his study in Japan, he liked Western boys' singing and practiced.

This time it's amazing, plus the tune of this song is brisk, smooth, vivid, the lyrics are catchy, and the description is almost the same life and battle as the Eighth Route Army and the Flying Army.

As soon as the song came out, the sound of the whole team talking to each other quieted down, leaving only the sound of footsteps, all listening to the song intently, getting more and more excited, and even the footsteps became more and more brisk.

The bear child, who was clamoring for a gun, also quieted down, staring at the fat man, his big watery eyes flashing with a divine light.

"Tsk, Captain Liu Yu, you comrade is so talented!" As soon as the song ended, the fat man was also cheeky and complacent about his singing voice.

"Brother-in-law, don't stop, come again, come again!" Sai Tiger screamed urgently.

"Big brother, it's so inauthentic, you're addicted, how can you stop? One more, sloppy! Captain Ma also ran over in a hurry and urged.

"Uncle, let's have one." Even Yang Yun, who has never spoken much, looked at the fat man eagerly.

"Uncle, it's a pity that I found out that you didn't go to Shanghai Shili to sing." The monkey sighed, he had been to Shanghai when he was a soldier, and he knew a lot, if his uncle went to Shili Yangchang to stop, this voice, this song, the singing voice was displayed, tsk......

The surrounding brothers and soldiers of the Eighth Route Army also followed suit, this one said, "One more", and the other said, "You have another one, we also have the strength to fight devils, aren't we?" ”。

Yes, the brazen fat man was dizzy, and felt deeply embarrassed, so he cleared his throat, opened his mouth, and sang in his throat: "We are all sharpshooters, and every bullet destroys an enemy......"