"Don't embarrass him."

Qi Bing glared angrily at Zheng An in the driver's seat, holding the dispatch order that had just been turned out of his bag, and behind him sat an innocent Zhou Xiangyu.

Zheng An put the steering wheel in his hand and smiled: "Why should I embarrass reporter Zhouda?" Captain Qi, you are thinking too much. ”

"Anyway, I don't know that I feel at ease."

Qi Bing pouted and turned his head to look out the car window.

Zhou Xiangyu in the back hesitated for a moment, and said obviously out of good intentions: "Although I don't know what Lu Dao is for, there is really no need for the two of you to quarrel because of me......"

"Shut up, you're thinking too much!"

The unanimity of the two people in the front seat immediately made Zhou Xiangyu see the situation clearly, hurriedly hugged his bags and closed his mouth, and honestly took on the historical responsibility of playing the role of a light bulb.

There was silence all the way until the motley car carrying the three men came to a rattling stop in front of a large courtyard fenced with coconut wood.

When the dust that was large enough to engulf the entire cart cleared, a lieutenant officer who had been waiting in front of the courtyard gate led two soldiers to meet him.

I saw that the officer in his twenties was of moderate stature, with prominent cheekbones, a big mouth and a high forehead, a typical Lingnan appearance, sharp eyes, and a Xianggui accent when he opened his mouth, and his tone was quite easy-going: "Old Zheng Ling is finally back, I have waited so hard with my brothers-this is Mrs. Sister-in-law, right?" ”

Qi Bing smirked, slowly turned his head, and pierced his gaze with ice thorns at Zheng An: "Excuse me, what's the matter with my sister-in-law!" ”

Zheng An looked up to the sky and said, "Well, misunderstanding, it's a pure misunderstanding, there's no need to ......take it to heart at all."

"Let me introduce you, this is Li Deling and Company Commander Li, and we have been staying with him these days - Xiao Li, don't you salute when you see this captain?"

At Zheng An's urging, Li Deling hurriedly raised his hand and saluted: "Hello, sir." ”

"I'm Captain Qi Bing of the Navy, and I'm in trouble these days." Qi Bing politely returned the salute to Li Deling. His gaze crossed Li Deling's shoulders and cast his gaze on the two followers behind him.

I saw one of the corporals in his twenties, with a slender figure and a delicate face like a woman. Sharp-eyed and confident.

Another ten-year-old private, of medium height, with a wide face and a large mouth with a rather bitter appearance, and a dim and slightly unruly gaze.

Sensing Qi Bing's attention to these two people, Li Deling turned around knowingly and introduced: "This is Corporal Mao Ziren, this is Peng Dehua's second soldier, and the two of them will serve as the guards of Captain Qi and Reporter Zhou from today onwards." ”

Qi Bing subconsciously touched the pistol holster on his waist: "Guard? There's no need for it......"

"It's all arranged by the superiors......"

Li Deling did not finish his words. Behind him walked a sergeant in his thirties, who was thin, with a high nose and big eyes, and a bright but cynical look.

"Sorry, I'm late......"

The sergeant apologized and saluted Zheng An and Qi Bing.

"This is my secretary assistant, Sergeant Jiang Zhiqing, who has just been transferred from Siberia."

Li Deling turned his head and introduced. But the disgust on his face could not be hidden.

"Siberia? I've heard that it's not a place for people at all. Zheng An said casually.

"Yes, everyone who has been there has become a ghost." Jiang Zhiqing's face showed the vicissitudes of life.

Qi Bing tilted his head in confusion: "What about you?" You've become a ghost, too? ”

Jiang Zhiqing smiled bitterly: "Living ghosts are much more tired than dead ghosts. But everyone still wants to survive, and living is everything......"

Li Deling interrupted him impatiently: "Jiang Zhiqing, if you don't say a few words, you will die?" Quickly take a few guests to the dormitory and make good arrangements - if the guests are not satisfied, just ask! ”

"Yes."

Jiang Zhiqing replied expressionlessly, nodded at Zheng An and his party, and took the initiative to come over to help carry the luggage.

Qi Bing only felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in his heart, and took advantage of the time to pack his luggage, approached Zheng An and muttered in his ear: "What are these people, why do I always think it is weird." ”

Zheng An carried Qi Bing's luggage. grinned and said: "I think too much, and after staying for a long time, I will know that they are all good people......"

Corporal Mao Ziren, who came to help carry the luggage, heard it clearly, and also bowed his head and smiled: "In front of the enemy, we are the most cruel and ruthless villains, and in front of our own people, of course we are good people who are like fakes." ”

Jiang Zhiqing, who was already carrying a bag of luggage behind him, sneered: "Don't be sentimental. Who is 'your own person'? Take care of yourself first. ”

The air was suddenly filled with invisible gunsmoke, Qi Bing unconsciously sneezed, wiped his nose and said, "Sister Guolan misses me...... You must wait for me to go back safely. ”

A delicate embroidered handkerchief was handed over, Qi Bing looked in the direction where the handkerchief was handed over, Zhou Xiangyu's innocent smile instantly made her feel like a spring breeze, and there were countless peach blossom petals in the spring breeze, and there were two crooked black characters on each petal: Flower - Idiot!

……

In the other corner of Rabaul, a two-story wooden building with an unsightly appearance is the official residence of Marshal Zhang Yiye, commander of the Southeast Theater of Operations.

Mozart's violin music comes from the curtained windows, and the elegant melody is mixed with the clanging of knives, forks and glasses.

"Grandpa doesn't love it, grandma doesn't hurt it, this is the biggest truth in this war zone - I don't know what else Commissioner Liu wants to know?"

At a seafood-based banquet, Zhang Yiye forked a piece of cream lobster, and spat at Liu Ping and Qi Peng at the other end of the round table without any scruples.

Liu Ping held back his temperament and responded as humbly as possible: "Commander, as far as I know, the strength of the army in the theater has been greatly strengthened recently, from eight divisions lacking to 18 full divisions and two marine brigades, an increase of nearly two times. In terms of air force, the 102nd Task Force of the Army was transferred, increasing the total number of aircraft under the theater from 164 to 269, an increase of more than 60 percent......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yiye unceremoniously interrupted him: "Commissioner Liu doesn't know that all combat operations in this theater, whether in the Solomon Islands or in New Guinea, depend on the safety of the sea lines of communication - in other words, it is the naval fleet, not the army and shore-based aviation, that determine the outcome of the battle. ”

"Now the Australian side has gathered a fairly strong Anglo-American combined fleet, and its strength is still growing, and the subordinate fleet in this theater has not been effectively replenished since the defeat of the Solomon last month, and now it is simply unable to meet the enemy fleet with a clear superiority in strength, and can only watch the enemy landing on Malaita Island in a big ......way."

This time it was Liu Ping's turn to interrupt him: "Hasn't the base camp already ordered a counterattack by shore-based aviation forces and submarine forces?" ”

Zhang Yiye smiled coldly: "Don't you understand the base camp?" Relying only on about 200 obsolete and broken planes and about 20 old small submarines in this theater can only delay and harass the enemy's offensive on such a scale, and it is impossible to play a decisive role at all. ”

"Please calm down, Commander, the main force of the Combined Fleet is now conducting a strategically significant strategic operation in the Gulf of Aden in the Indian Ocean, and as soon as the war in the Gulf of Aden calms down, the main force of the Combined Fleet will inevitably advance eastward and return to the Pacific Ocean to help the Commander-in-Chief......

Liu Ping's reassurance not only failed to make Zhang Yiye feel relieved, but made him even more vicious: "I've heard a lot of this kind of beautiful words, is there anything more beautiful?" ”

Qi Peng, who had been holding back for a long time, heard this, and finally couldn't help but shoot the case-

"Commander Zhang! Is there still a base camp in your eyes, and is there still an emperor? ”