The fat figure made Lao Wang familiar, and the sharp sword light surprised Lao Wang, but the katana in his hand attracted Lao Wang's attention even more.

The dark blue military uniform worn by the fat figure, the slashing is a Japanese criminal, there is no doubt that it is his own person, but what he is carrying is not the ring-headed machete he is familiar with but the Japanese samurai sword, on the battlefield, "borrowing" the enemy's knife, then there is obviously only one possibility, that is, the original owner of the knife has finished the calf.

And that katana cut off the wrist bone with just one sword, not to mention sharp, at least it was an adjutant-level saber, a proper achievement.

Obviously, as long as it is on this battlefield, no matter whose military exploits it is, it will eventually make a mark on the head of his death squad king team.

Lao Wang, who couldn't help but crack his mouth, immediately stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Lang and asked He Datou beside him:

"Big head! Show Lao Tzu, who is that fat man? Lao Tzu has definitely seen it somewhere, but he can't say that he is famous! ”

Don't look at Lao Wang as a colonel and regiment commander, the size is a character, in ordinary battles, the regiment commander is naturally in the command position, and there is no need to go to the front line to command the battle.

It's just that the Chinese army in this era is poorly equipped, an infantry regiment has three infantry battalions and a regimental headquarters with a pistol team, not to mention any artillery battalions, there is a heavy machine gun company composed of four mortar mortars and six heavy machine guns, which is considered good, and the 29th Army, which was reorganized from the remnants of the Northwest Army, can meet this standard.

An infantry wing of the Japanese army was equipped with 12 70-mm infantry guns, 6 37-mm rapid-fire guns, and 36 Type 92 heavy machine guns, and the heavy firepower completely crushed the Chinese infantry regiment.

Once there is a big battle or a bad battle, let alone him, the regiment commander, even if he is a brigade commander, he has to go to the front line and stand with the front-line soldiers, and if the equipment is poor and does not boost morale, the battle will not be fought.

Just like tonight's night raid, the 109th Brigade paid a lot of money, and nearly 2,000 fierce officers and soldiers were selected by more than 5,000 men and horses in the brigade, and the commander of the major general Zhao Dengyu and the two colonels under his command all went to the battlefield with big blades.

For Lao Wang, who is accustomed to such a combat mode, he must naturally be very familiar with the battalion and company platoon commanders under his command.

Even the squad leader who behaved a little better, he called him by name.

But the fat man who had a bit of an impression, Lao Wang saw it clearly by the moonlight, and the collar badge was a three-star bar, and he was a captain.

There are only a few officers in a regiment and school, and the captain will naturally not go anywhere, Lao Wang is sure that he is still diligent, and he will never even know that there is a captain, and he is even more sure that the military expenses of the 29th Army are limited, even if he is a big commander, there are not a few taels of oil and water in his stomach, and there will never be such a "rich" captain officer.

He Datou looked carefully in the direction that Lao Wang was concerned about, grinned, and smiled:

"Tuanza, isn't that our 'little God of Wealth'? The brigade specially explained that we must take care of the Liu Lang and Liu staff officers! ”

Wang Changhai suddenly slapped his head, and the sound was crisp.

What's special, Liu Lang, people give him the nickname "Little God of Wealth", as the leader of the 217 regiment, how can he not know him? Even this night raid was the result of this dead beggar who had to follow him to come here.

The reason why I didn't recognize it just now was that Wang Datuanzuo subconsciously didn't think about the fat man in front of him at all.

It stands to reason that Staff Officer Liu Lang, who belongs to the divisional staff, is actually very popular among the 29th Army, and the high-ranking Division Commander Feng and the two major generals and brigade commanders usually smile when they see him.

This person doesn't have any great skills, he doesn't know how to be a staff officer, and he can't pick up a gun and play with a knife, and his favorite thing to do is to jump in all brigades and regiments.

If it is placed in the mall, it may be a good hand, but in the army where the strong are respected, this set is a little unacceptable.

But this one is rich! And the 29th Army, short of money!

During the Mid-Autumn Festival and the New Year, the rich father of the family asked the caravan to bring fat pigs to the army.

The bowl of braised pork that Wang Datuanzuo ate during the Chinese New Year before the Battle of the Great Wall was all from a hundred fat pigs sent by Counselor Liu's father.

You say, such a god of wealth, that chief doesn't like it?

What does it matter if you don't know how to fight, there will naturally be people who can fight on the front line, and you, the mascot, only need to prepare pork stewed vermicelli for the big guys.

Perhaps, if Lao Wang knew that the reason why this whole division was running around and making friends had his own secret mission, I am afraid he would not think like now.

Of course, this secret is only known to the current Liu Lang himself.

In fact, even Liu Lang, who received all the memories, admired his "predecessor". At least, he has made many middle and low-level officers of the 29th Army have a good impression of him, and occasionally listen to him "talk about life and ideals", even if it involves a little red, he doesn't care so much.

Once the seeds are planted, they will sprout sooner or later.

From this point alone, Liu Lang even felt that his "predecessor" was better than a guy like him who could only carry knives and guns.

But Wang Datuanzuo didn't expect that it was this fat man, who was regarded as a mascot, that he was so violent, and the fierce Wang Datuanzuo couldn't help but rub his eyes again, and finally determined that the guy in front of him who kicked a Japanese soldier and killed a Japanese soldier Cao Lian and retreated with a few knives was really him.

"Is the little fat man possessed by a ghost?" Lao Wang couldn't help muttering to himself.

In fact, on this dark and windy night of this month, too many people died.

Seeing that his regiment was still confused, He Datou simply swung his knife again into the distance, cutting the waist and abdomen of the Japanese soldier Cao almost in half, and Liu Lang, who retreated to the back, shouted loudly:

"Staff Officer Liu! The throne is here! ”

"Bang!" Before the words fell, Wang Datuanzuo kicked again, and this time the kick was obviously a bit heavy, almost kicking He Datou to the ground.

"You're damn it! How many times has Lao Tzu told you? On the battlefield, don't shout Lao Tzu's position, are you afraid that Lao Tzu will die slowly? ”

He Datou also realized his mistake at this time, rubbed his kicked crotch, and didn't dare to say anything.

Of course, Lao Wang is also playing on the topic at this time, he just doesn't want the "little God of Wealth" to see his surprise, in case people see that they don't look down on him, how embarrassing it will be? What's more, how can you send pork to other regiments, just don't give him 217 regiments?

What's more, the "Little God of Wealth" has proved that he is very awesome, and just what Lao Wang saw with his own eyes, he killed two Japanese criminals.

No, three to be exact, the little devil who was kicked by him to the point that his lower body flew out two or three meters on the ground took less than three seconds, and was slashed by a soldier who rushed over on the other side.

Hearing He Datou's shout here, Liu Lang raised his face and glanced at the direction where at least twenty Chinese soldiers had gathered here, and raised the katana in his hand with one hand, which could be regarded as a greeting.

Then, re-enter the warband.