The spy kills into soup, and the fishing net is bluffed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hillside behind Gejia Village is densely wooded and shrubs.

On a raised stone in the forest, two guards looked resentful and fierce.

"Baga, we've failed again, what can you do?" The short guard was furious.

"We want to monopolize the credit hopelessly, there was a shootout last night, it seems that the dark butterfly is in action." The tall guards were gloomy.

"It's all incompetence surnamed Wei, as long as you make a small hole in the wall, you can ...... with one shot"

"Besides, he's afraid of getting into trouble, and your trick won't work."

"You've found fault many times to no avail, and you've been beaten a few times, idiot."

"Pay attention to your words, our ranks are no different, I'm stupid, you're a fool."

"Baga, Zhina pig, are you looking for death?"

"Little widow, you owe ...... beating"

At this time, a dense burst of gunfire came from the west, and "crackling" resounded in the sky.

"Let's go, the plan broke out at night, how did it change, damn it, it's hard to get out even if you complete the task now."

"You're scared, I'm worried that Dark Butterfly won't come, hmph, you can't compare to her skills."

The two kept arguing, wandering home, and watching the movement in the small courtyard.

The morning sun is shining, bathing in the warmth.

The guards were loaded with guns and ammunition, and each entered the combat post, all of them were alerted by the sound of gunfire and were ready for battle.

About half an hour later, three wounded soldiers arrived, covered in bruises and blood.

"Bastard, damn Yang Guan, the god of war, and killed a lot of comrades......" The wounded soldiers of the Eighth Route Army cried.

"Comrade, don't speak, I'll help you stop the bleeding, Doctor Zhen, save people......"

"I wish I could die, this rotten life was bought by my comrades, I'm really useless... Woo..."

"What's going on? I'm so badly injured, help me in... Sister Zhen Na, save people..."Xiao Hong shouted.

Zhen Na was shocked, walked out of Yang Guan's ward, found that the injury was serious, and hurriedly rescued people.

The atmosphere in the courtyard that was originally guarded was calm, and the soldiers of the guard platoon had strange eyes.

"Bastard, it's a fake god of war again, and the comrades died unjustly......"

"Our Eighth Route Army is not afraid of sacrifice, but I am ashamed to defend the incompetent God of War......"

"What are you talking about? Say who is incompetent? You try it again? Monk Wei scolded.

"What's the matter, what can you do if you say it a hundred times, the fake god of war is the one who is in trouble, you don't care, bullshit god of war ......"

"You're looking for death, didn't you see that our instructor was injured, who can you blame for being fooled?" Monk Wei was indignant.

"Yo, you still have a reason, don't forget whose banner the fake god of war is waving, maybe it's all fake."

"What do you say, you dare to insult the instructor, Lao Tzu will destroy you." Monk Wei charged quickly.

"This comrade, calm down, there is no information in the mountains, the fake god of war is very harmful, and the sacrifice of our Eighth Route Army is too great, and it is inevitable that it will ......"

"What do you mean? The red and white face let you take it all, right? Monk Wei was furious.

"Inevitable misunderstanding and friction, you'd better go by yourself and kill the fake god of war under the blue sky and white sun, so as to preserve the name of the god of war......"

"Are you joking, you Eighth Route Army eat dry food? Besides, we can't do without it, and the safety of the instructors is the most important thing. Monk Wei retorted.

"Then there is no way, comrades can't suppress their emotions, so you can plug your ears!"

"What do you explain to him, our Eighth Route Army is blind, treat such a person......"

"That is, a lot of comrades have been sacrificed, the wounded soldiers have come by themselves, the distance should not be far, the battle situation is not optimistic, if we can't leave, I really want to ......"

"Forget it, don't say it, I really want to fight......"

The guns in the West are constantly ringing and shocking.

The fighters were babbling and saying everything.

When he was young, two more soldiers were bloodied all over their bodies, and they came to protect and support each other, which once again fueled the tide of discussion.

The soldiers all want to go to the front line, and they are not willing to hide in the small courtyard as guards, but their responsibilities are very aggrieved.

Captain Wei shouted: "Waste of the nest, bullshit god of war, turtle grandson, don't save ...... when you die"

"Commander, don't say it, otherwise we will be beaten again, and they will fight fiercely, so don't say a word!" Guards fanned the wind.

"That's it, that turtle grandson is always angry with us, and I think they are fake......"

"Shut up, shut up, we're going to slaughter the impostor." Monk Wei was furious, looked around and said, "You have remembered for me, if the instructor has three long and two short, Lao Tzu will tear you alive."

Dibao was not happy, stretched out his hand to stop it, and kept shaking his head.

"Brother, you can go at ease, this is the garrison of the Eighth Route Army, and our duty is to guard, unless we are all killed." The platoon commander said.

"Let's go, the three of us will go together, and we can't let the instructor carry the black pot." Monk Wei had a murderous face.

Yin Zhen was stunned: "I'll go too?" Stay......"

"What to keep, you are a spy, you want to murder the instructor, you are dreaming!" Monk Wei pulled her out.

The three of them left, trotted west, ran to the battlefield, and disappeared into the woods in a moment.

There was a lot of discussion in the small courtyard, each with his own thoughts, and he was on strict guard.

The two guards were overjoyed and swaggered close to Yang Guan's ward.

"What do you want to do? Stand back ...... "The guards stopped."

"What, what's wrong with us caring about the God of War?" The guard asked.

"You've been having friction, you want to get in the door, wait for them to come back!" The guards insisted.

At this time, Regiment Commander Wei shouted in the ward: "Guards, they went to offer condolences on my behalf and thanked the God of War for his generous gift of medicine."

"Captain Wei, this is not in accordance with the rules......" The guard still insisted.

Several people were arguing at the door, spitting and arguing.

At the gate of the small courtyard, a young girl walked with a bamboo basket, her steps were light, and she coughed slightly.

"Little young girl, you came to deliver chicken soup to the god of war again, what's wrong?" The guard platoon commander was puzzled, masked with green gauze, and suddenly sick.

"Ahem, no, it's okay, let Doctor Zhen take a look later." Wang Yating covered up.

"You go in, don't forget to let Doctor Zhen treat it, minor illnesses should be taken care of!" The guard platoon commander explained his doubts.

Wang Yating dressed up as Xiaoqing to deliver chicken soup, and the road was smooth, even the noisy people did not stop her.

Lifting the curtain and entering the house, he quickly approached Yang Guan's hospital bed, pulled out a dagger from his right waist, and stabbed it down fiercely.

Yang Guan raised his hand and made a "bang", and his left hand grabbed her wrist with a "snap" and twisted it violently.

"Click" crisp sound, Wang Yating snorted, dislocated her right wrist, took out a grenade from the bamboo basket with her left hand, turned her wrist and lowered her head to bite the pull ring.

Yang Guan's right palm knife cut horizontally, and the "click" made a crisp sound, knocking off her left wrist.

"Uh-huh", "Boom"

Wang Yating snorted in pain, the bamboo basket fell, the soup pot shattered, and she quickly retreated to the door.

"What's going on?" The guard reflexively rushed through the door.

Two guards followed, one pulling out a dagger and stabbing the guard when the curtain was lifted, and one covering his mouth with his hand.

Two-way cooperation, one step in place, the guard was soft to the ground, and when he fell into dying, his body trembled.

Wang Yating escaped from the ward, never looked back, and passed by the guards.

The two guards glanced at each other, and at the same time pulled out their guns and aimed at Yang Guan, pulling the trigger......