The sand and dust are flying, and the thieves are strong. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Within a kilometer, the sky is full of dust, surging with the wind, rippling and wandering, the slanting sun is shining, and a piece of gold is shining.

The golden sand is dazzling and unpredictable.

The dust pollutes the air and obscures the slight line of sight, and it is quite spectacular to swim from northwest to southeast.

It's a pity that it is stained with a trace of blood, revealing a strange beauty.

Under the thin dust, the motors roared and thundered, and the trucks operated in teams, speeding from north to west, and there could be more than 20 vehicles, setting off a small sandstorm.

Overlooking the convoy of the national army roaring past, a truck burst a tire in a bump, and the vehicle behind was blocked from moving forward.

A large group of national-military soldiers jumped out of the car, moved the roadblock amid the shouting and scolding of the commander, and then quickly boarded the car and sped away.

Trucks with flat tires are left unattended and can be used just by changing tires, but are abandoned on the side of the road.

The soldiers who were stranded in the car were ridiculed, and with no one to help them, they ran wildly against the dust.

"A bunch of bastards, ruffians, who don't change their spare tires, and they give a good truck to the Japanese army for nothing?" Yin Zhen said angrily.

"It's not too late for you to know now, didn't you see the Japanese army chasing after you, and that's when the national army was routed for thousands of miles." Pan Yunfeng said with a sneer.

"You don't understand why, do you?" Monk Wei turned around and interjected, and then explained: "The weapons and ammunition equipped by soldiers have a quota, and they will definitely not be used easily until they are at a moment of life and death. ”

"You are talking nonsense, this is impossible, the base of ammunition allocated by the superiors is very sufficient, how can soldiers fight if they dare not shoot?" Yin Zhen's shocked roar was incredible.

"What, do you think a soldier will leave a pistol to get his cubs? Is it not uncommon for a commander to eat empty salaries and resell arms and rations? Monk Wei said coldly.

The words were shocking, Yin Zhen's beautiful eyes were dull, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she was shaky, and she didn't know whether she was angry or unacceptable.

Yang Guan also heard of it for the first time, and heard of the corruption of the national army, but he did not expect it to be so serious, this is a traitor who lives and misleads the country.

On the battlefield in the south, it was found that the national army was divided into levels, and the elite troops were fully equipped, just like Luo Zhuoying's troops, which could go head-to-head with the Japanese army.

It has played the prestige of the national army, and it is a unit worthy of the respect of the people.

However, the Sichuan army stationed along the Shuangshan Sand was purely raised by Erniang, lacking bullets and clothes, and still defending the land and resisting the war with heavy casualties.

The blood melts the territory, the fight to the death does not retreat, and every battle can sing and cry.

Jiang Guangtou was discriminatory and biased, and his group of bureaucrats followed the trend and allocated weapons and ammunition to different classes, which has become a kind of weather vane.

However, the soldiers on the battlefield in the north did not dare to shoot, threw down the truck with a flat tire, and were reluctant to blow it up with a grenade but left it to the little devils.

The officers fled by car, and their cronies followed to enjoy Qingfu, and the cannon fodder in their eyes blocked the Japanese army, which evolved into a scene of great escape.

Unthinkable, incredible.

Monk Wei only knew a few, not very comprehensive, and touched on the shortcomings within the national army, that is, corruption and bribery were very common.

During the war years, it was easy to make a fortune, medicines, armaments, munitions, and food were all controlled products, and if you had the right, you would have everything.

Senior officials of the national army will not be directly involved, and they generally pretend to be deaf and dumb, turn a blind eye, and only know that their family is getting stronger and stronger.

There is no need to worry about someone filling their pockets, and the big head will always be in their own pocket, unless someone is not living a bad life.

The upper peak moved his mouth, and his subordinates broke their legs.

The ready-made wealth is inexhaustible for them to enjoy, and once the East Window incident happens, some people are guilty, and there is money to dredge, and they marry seven or eight aunts and wives carefree.

When everyone heard this, the wealth was all deducted by low-level officials, exploited at all levels, and soldiers and civilians became the most wronged people.

The fall and the war zone are unsightly.

Civilians were poorly clothed and hungry, most of them were refugees, and the old property of landlords who had no power to support them was also looted.

In the eyes of civilians, soldiers are bandits, no worse than real bandits, robbing money, goods, and women, and doing all kinds of evil.

This situation is more widespread and unscrupulous in the area of warring, only a little better than the little devils, and there are no brutal killings.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Monk Wei had witnessed everything, and the miserable scene made him hateful and disgusting, so he was incompatible with the soldiers of the national army.

At this time, the convoy of the Yamashita Nationalist Army disappeared to the west, and the sand and dust gradually receded, leaving only messy wheel marks.

It is not uncommon for the infantry to take a shortcut to chase the convoy, lose their hats, lack shoes, and lack clothes, and the rout of the army escapes.

The live scene, combined with the appalling remarks, Yin Zhen clenched her hands, clenched her silver teeth, and looked sad and struggling.

As a national-army officer, the two guards looked ashamed, their eyes were full of anger, and they aroused a complicated feeling.

With a look of surprise and an indifferent gaze, the righteous sister's heart is very calm, and there is a hint of worry in her eyes.

Yang Guan paid attention to everyone with his spare light, constantly judging and positioning in his heart, and preparing for emergencies and overall planning, which is also a compulsory course for commanders.

Controlling all the changes around you anytime and anywhere can you give orders in a timely and accurate manner.

"Monk, give me the rifle, press the bullet for Lao Tzu, and it will itch if you don't kill the little devil for a day." Yang Guan stretched his limbs and said.

A word disturbed everyone's thoughts, and they looked at him strangely, a little confused.

Monk Wei raised his hand and threw out a three-eight big cover, looking puzzled, but he removed the two rifles on his shoulders, loaded the clippers quickly, and strictly and seriously carried out the order.

Yang Guan raised his hand to grab the flying rifle, twisted his wrist, and the body of the gun spun rapidly on his right hand for two weeks, the bullet was loaded with a "click" sound, and he raised his hand to pull the trigger and "bang" a gunshot.

The crowd turned their heads to look at each other with a look of bewilderment.

The bullet meteor caught the moon, flew for nearly three seconds, passed a distance of more than 1,300 meters, and hit a little devil who was chasing after the soldiers of the Nationalist Army.

Coincidentally, that little devil must have been shot and killed by a soldier of the national army, what kind of joke, such a long distance, without aiming, only to see the hell when he hits......

The "bang" sound exploded continuously, and the five bullets were fired up in an instant, and five little devils were killed at the bottom of the mountain.

Yin Zhen's small mouth was wide open, her thoughts were knotted, she blinked her beautiful eyes, pinched her little hands, her pretty face trembled in pain, and she looked back resentfully.

"Monk, bring a gun." Yang Guan shouted unhappily, it would be a waste not to hit such a good target.

"Ah, instructor, here you go!" Monk Wei was shocked and handed over the 38 big covers, and his body trembled with excitement.

The two guards sat on the ground, their foreheads covered with sweat, and they didn't know if they were hot or frightened.

"Brother, teach me to shoot!" Pan Yunfeng exclaimed, dancing happily, and the image of a female man returned.

"Well, your mentality is very good, suitable for being a sniper, but you lack a concentration and fit, and you can feel the atmosphere of my shooting." Yang Guan sniped the little devil while teaching his sister sniping skills. (To be continued.) )