Brother Hao drove to the assembly area, and they were the first to return. Sixteen, sixteen people in a whole car. Everyone who came down hugged their fists and thanked them, without the etiquette of a soldier, but no one felt that this was out of place. This should be the head of the sect, and he may be the same as Brother Hao. handed over a piece of wood carving, looking at the years, just one word: order. Another handed over a turtle shell. Well, one by one. Also, it may be planted in a few moments, or it may be leaning on the legs in the back, and only these old rivers and lakes, these inherited chickens and dogs, can really judge the situation and find the most suitable way to escape.

The speech is solemn and the mood is low. But his voice was still high-pitched: If he is sent, he will not refrain from it.

No one paid attention to the soldiers waiting here, and their eyes were full of grief and resentment. Originally, those who were dressed like chiefs came over to ask about the specific battle situation, but they looked full of anger and sobbed their lips to dodge. Wait for all to sit down cross-legged, well, this is the rest method of the Jianghu people. People came back one after another, and finally when such an authentic captain returned, the chief hurriedly dragged him over to inquire. Damn, you gave him saliva to drink, I didn't see him out of breath.

Li Jinshi and Gong Tianhao are drinking water in the car at this time, warm, the kind that can be drunk.

"What are these all about? Singing the great gods, going down to Gu, fighting inverted, carpenters, how can there be prostitutes?" Li Jinshi was dumbfounded when he heard Brother Hao introduce the sect represented by these tokens. What kind of bad luck? It is the ninth-rate people who save people, and there is no one who is sent by the big mountain gate.

"You should be content! These sects are much more elaborate than those famous and decent sects, and you should not underestimate their strength. The side door is beyond the reach of others. Chickens and dogs are thieves, Meng Weijun relies on these people. ”

"Aren't prostitutes women......?

"Isn't it a layman? What about a textile mill or a female worker?

"This carpenter is also a Jianghu sect?"

"The ancient sect, does Lu Ban know it? The sect is called Momen or Mojia, which is the Mo family among the hundreds of sons, and pays attention to both love and non-attack. The person in charge is called Juzi. ”

"Don't say that prostitutes also have a heritage!"

"Is there really one, does Guan Zhong know? That is the first generation of the founding ancestor. ”

Li Jinshi was completely confused. The master rarely told him about the rivers and lakes, and intended to let him get out of the rivers and lakes, although the world was restless, he still hoped that their brothers could be peaceful and become mortals. Now I know that this water is not ordinarily deep, and fortunately, I am accompanied by the old rivers and lakes of Brother Hao, otherwise I don't know if I commit a taboo.

The atmosphere of the celebration banquet was like a memorial service, whether it was coming back from Sangyuan Station or waiting for good news in Jinan, no one could really be happy at this time. It's a win. Starting from the Lugou Bridge, the Japanese swept through North China and advanced all the way, Beiping, Tianjin, Baoding, Cangzhou until Dezhou was near, invincible and invincible. It has never been resisted by the national army, and it has never suffered such a loss as tonight. But people just can't be happy, and they can't be happy. Of the five hundred warriors, less than sixty remained, and a dozen were seriously wounded, and the entire guard brigade was disabled. Although the nominally the Guards Brigade is still there, it is said that everyone knows that the skeleton of the Guard Brigade is the original pistol team, and now that the skeleton is gone, is there still a Guard Brigade?

What is really aggrieved is that it should have been a great victory, and the five hundred warriors should have been able to retreat smoothly, and the losses should not have been so great. Just because a person who blew the rallying horn carried his own regiment's number plate in the trumpet! Really the Japanese were stupid? They swept through North China and had a clear understanding of the combat units at and above the regimental level. This is also the one who played the trumpet did not come back, otherwise he would really have the intention to kill him a hundred and ten times.

It's not all sad, Brother Hao is not sad, if it weren't for the inopportune laughter, he really wanted to laugh. This trip was so cost-effective that he killed a dozen Japanese people and sowed a lot of favors, all of which were fate! Maybe he would be able to save his life that day. If you don't take the road, you still have to go three laps, people can't accurately control the future, and if you can't do it, you will be in trouble that day, and these tokens are the basis for a comeback. By the way, who said it just now, the car that was snatched back belongs to the brothers. That's beautiful!

Brother Hao didn't dare to go any further, don't let Han Bang see this gloating joy of his own, that grandson, what he is not happy about will definitely not make others happy. Don't get into a hurry, give yourself a shot, even if you confiscate your car, you will lose money. Hide in the corner and laugh secretly. It's rare to be happy these days.

The guard brigade is still there, but it was taken over by someone else, and it turned out that the pistol team was all incorporated into the guard battalion, the real guard battalion, to protect Han Banggavel.

This time, the rewards will be issued to the ocean, and no fiat currency will be issued. The warriors who returned this time will also be paid in the future, and no fiat currency will be issued.

This is the main meal, and now I am happy. Brother Hao can also grin justifiably. There was a lot of commotion, and the scene instantly changed from a memorial service to a veritable celebration banquet. What did you do earlier? Who would put on a stinky face of his father's dead mother's family if he said this earlier?

As for the dead? Take the time to buy some offerings and kowtow to the area at Mulberry Garden Station. If you really can't do it, burn some fiat currency to comfort you. Too many people have died in this year, and I don't care about three or five hundred more. After all, those who are alive are still glad that they are alive.

Human life is like rushing to the moment of death. When you die, it means that you have reached the point, or your path is broken, or you may have taken a fork in the road. Anyway, if you don't see each other, the so-called nostalgia is just nostalgia.

Although he has made meritorious contributions, he has become more vigilant against this group of people. A few of them were stopped before they reached the city gate, and they were beaten indispensably, and even the ocean was confiscated. Originally, it was necessary to be shot to escape from the battle, but the merit could be reversed, the death penalty crime was spared, and the living crime was lived... It is to make you destitute, and you will not be left with a big child. In Brother Hao's words: It's better to die.

Xiaoyuan has only been back once, not that Li Jinshi doesn't want to go, it's not that he won't let him go back, it's that he doesn't want to go back, and his brothers have a sad face.

No one wants to have a long time to be comfortable, but the Japanese don't let it. It was only ten days before Texas fell. The results of the confrontation between the Japanese armored vehicles, airplanes, and tanks, and the machine guns, rifles, and men of the national army can be imagined. I heard that there was originally an artillery brigade in the Third Group Army, but as a result, the Nanjing government was transferred to support Shanghai.

"This battle is a fart!" Brother Hao was lying on the school ground, sweating dripping la, fighting for his life and a glimmer of life, he trained desperately during this time. But I was stunned in my heart, and the more I heard it, the more I was stunned. Li Jinshi is still running, and he wants to try his best to run without limits. In Brother Hao's words, this is preparing to escape.

"This battle is a fart!" Feng Jinfei also scolded in the small courtyard. There are already rumors in the business district about how to serve the Japanese in the future. "A bunch of bastards who have forgotten their ancestors. Feng Jinfei also knows that group of people, not only dragging their families and mouths, may have a century-old foundation in Jinan, and it is difficult to give up good money! But the country is gone, do you really think that licking the hook is the way to live?

Zhao Jincheng has also been busy in the past few days, following a group of poor people to post leaflets every day, shouting slogans there, and has been trying to awaken people's blood and calm the hearts of panicked people. I can't say that this is wrong, not to mention the role for the time being, it's better than those things that are ready to send wives and daughters!

War is not just a slogan, but also a war situation. The eldest brother went home less and less, and Jincheng didn't go to the street because there was almost no one. Those who should run run, and those who don't run are licking their butts in tandem.

The banks of the Yellow River are estimated to be full of blood, and although there are good news on the daily radio, people know what is going on. Only what is scarce is propaganda.

When the Chinese female voice on the radio shouted in a high-pitched voice about the Third Army's deployment of a counteroffensive strategy, Feng Jinfei knew that even his personal guards were going to the battlefield. Because Han Bang's mallet can't be pushed off, he has to go to the front line even if he looks good. He won't be alone, and he definitely wants everyone to put him inside in a wall. People also have that right.

"Big brother, you must live, you must take care of yourself!"