"Shut up the fuck to labor and management."

Yan Zhi scolded, "Now that the Kuomintang and the Communist Party are united in fighting against the little devils, if anyone is a special mother, don't blame labor and management for turning their faces and denying people, and send you all back to the prison to be accompanied by maggots." ”

Seeing that Major Yan was angry, Kuang Dawei and Fan Xiaosi immediately shut up, and the soldiers on both sides didn't fart, and they each lowered their heads to work.

If it weren't for catching a big fish, Yan Zhi really wanted the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army and the National Army to have a good argument, he sat on the side to make a cup of tea, squinted and smoked a few cigarettes, and studied the history of the two parties. This is not something you can see in books.

"Look at you guys one by one. It's all fucking rats carrying guns - in the nest. ”

Yan Zhi knew that it was not enough to deal with these big bosses and coarse people, and sometimes it was necessary to be rude and rude: "Look at you Fan Xiaosi, and you Kuang Dawei, you have the ability to hang out this little bit, and the two of you will send all your anger and resentment to the little devil." What kind of man is the Chinese barricade Chinese, if you really have the ability, the two of you will wait more than who kills the devil, and whoever loses will wash each other's pants for a month. ”

"Poof!"

The phrase "wash the pants" made the soldiers on both sides laugh.

"Good! Whoever kills the two of you will wash each other's pants. ”

Most of the soldiers are old and coarse, and the anger comes and goes quickly, and they do not hold grudges, and they applaud one after another.

Yan Zhi held back a smile, put on a look of contempt, and looked at the soldiers: "We are all Chinese, and we have a deep hatred for devils. In my brotherhood, there is no distinction between the National Army and the Eighth Route Army, only brothers, only soldiers who fight devils. In the future, if anyone dares to fight in the nest again, see if the labor and management do not punish him and wash the pants of the brothers of the whole company. ”

"Compare to compare!"

Kuang Dawei, a tall and mighty northeastern man, raised his palms as he spoke, looking at Fan Xiaosi with fierce eyes.

"Smack!"

The capable and clever Fan Xiaosi slapped it with a palm, and said with a disapprehensive face, "Whoever loses, wash the pants." ”

When the soldiers had laughed enough, Yan Zhicai said: "Brothers, arrange all the weapons in place, then sleep to nourish your spirits, and get up at night to compete and kill devils." ”

Half an hour later, the soldiers laid everything out and snored in the woods against the trees.

Since they came out yesterday, the soldiers have not rested well, and after a little wine, except for a few sentries on duty, everyone has fallen asleep soundly in the grove.

At half past two in the afternoon, Yan Zhi looked at the time, and there was still half an hour before the appointment of a routine call between the devil squad and the squadron.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the telephone in the communication room rang punctually.

Yan Zhi had been waiting on the side for a long time, and when he heard the bell ringing, he didn't answer it immediately, and he didn't pick up the phone until the bell rang for the ninth time.

"Hey!"

Yan Zhi deliberately gasped for breath, as if he was running over.

"Baga, why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

There was a questioning voice on the other end of the phone, and the accent should belong to the Kyoto accent where the Japanese upper-class celebrities gathered.

Yan Zhi lived in Kyoto, Japan for several years before crossing over, and is very familiar with the environment of Kyoto.

"Report sir, as soon as I heard the bell, I ran over."

Yan Zhi also replied in a fluent Kyoto pronunciation, and even a tongue-curling voice was said in its original style.

"Where's Kozuka-kun? And why didn't your second lieutenant Hirano-kun answer the phone? There was a question on the other end of the line.

"Second Lieutenant Hirano is patrolling outside, and Kozuka-kun is having diarrhea and has already made a few trips. Or wait a minute, I'll call him. Yan Zhi put down the phone as he spoke, ran to the door and shouted loudly to Kozuka-kun, and after calling a few times, he ran back again, and said to the other end of the phone in a smiling tone, "Listen to Kozuka-kun's voice, I'm afraid I'm going to fall into the pit today, and I guess my legs are squatting and weak now." ”

I heard Yan Zhi's voice full of joy and laughing at Kozuka-kun. The other end of the line couldn't help but laugh. "Shw! Password! ”

"It's hot to death!"

Yan Zhi replied very simply.

"It's good that you don't die of heat!"

The other end of the phone confirmed that the password was correct and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Keigo Higashino." Yan Zhi replied casually that Keigo Higashino was a writer he liked very much, and he couldn't put it down when he wrote about the White Night Walk and the Grocery Store for Anxiety.

"Oh, it turned out to be Higashino-kun." The other end of the phone seemed to hear Yan Zhi's obvious Kyoto tone, so he changed his tone and asked, "Higashino-kun, where do you live in Kyoto." ”

"I live on the edge of Yinyu Mountain," Yan Zhi sighed and said in a longing tone, "I miss Kiyomizu Temple so much!" "He once played in Kiyomizu Temple, and at this time, things are no longer human, and his words are also emotional.

seems to be infected by Yan Zhi's homesickness, and the voice on the other end of the phone is also full of yearning for his hometown: "Yes! Our Kyoto is beautiful no matter what season it is. Arashiyama is pink with cherry blossoms in spring, the corner of the garden on a summer night is a favorite spot for girls, the maple trees of Tofukuji Temple in autumn, and the snow scenery of Kinkakuji Temple in winter. ”

Just now, Yan Zhi was just playing on the spot, but at this time, the homesickness on the other end of the phone really infected Yan Zhi, thinking of the past before the crossing, he also said emotionally: "The most beautiful thing in Kiyomizu Temple is the suspended Shimizu stage, standing there you can look at the streets of Kyoto......"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

Yan Zhi knew that the other party was an old Kyoto, and it was easy to expose flaws if he talked too much, and the communication with the other party should end quickly, so he said: "If you wait a while, Kozuka-kun should be about to pull it up." ”

"No need, let's get in touch after dinner! Let him take some medicine, don't be pulled up at night. The other end of the phone said and smiled, "I still have something to do, in a few days, I will personally visit Higashino-kun in the Winged Valley and talk to you about wine, I am really homesick." Oh, my name is Yukio Mishima! ”

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

Yan Zhi shook his head: "Yukio Mishima? Such a familiar name. ”

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Zhi asked people to go to the woods to wake up all the soldiers.

The meal had already been cooked, Yan Zhi asked everyone to eat only six points full, not a drop of wine was allowed, and after the meal, everyone brought a day's rations from the devil's food, and destroyed the rest, leaving not a grain of rice for the little devil.

Yan Zhi asked everyone to change into the uniforms that the Japanese army had washed and folded yesterday, and he himself changed into the Japanese captain's uniform, and the size was in harmony.

By the pond, the military uniforms that the devils had washed and hung on the branches had also been dried and collected for other purposes.

Although the Japanese are generally shorter than the Chinese, the average altitude is about one meter six, but because their food conditions are far better than the Chinese soldiers, and they have all undergone military intensive training, the body is much stronger and thicker than the average height of the Chinese soldiers of one meter six and five, tall and thin and short two make do, slightly shorter Japanese military uniforms, worn on the collective thin Chinese soldiers, can also be regarded as a fit, and then wearing a Type 90 steel helmet, it looks completely fake.