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More than 170 bayonets re-shouldered and poured onto the highway, consciously forming two columns, one on the left and one on the right, and then marching eastward, gradually widening and slowly turning into a stream of iron sparsely sparse on the highway to the east.

The last warrior also walked past Ma Daman, his tall and burly figure still standing beside the May 17 road sign, looking quietly to the west. After a long time, he turned back and followed his iron stream.

The dry food had turned into a muddy paste, and the bag of dry food in his hand had become like a wet and sticky rag, and Xiao Jia, who was walking in the road procession, was still eating very well, swallowing heavily, not chewing, and eating as he walked.

The recruit behind him hurried forward two steps: "Xiao Jia, the nickname of fast legs is too suitable for you!" ”

"I don't like it. I'm Xiao Jia. ”

With a snap, a piece of flying mud hit Xiao Jia's shoulder hard, splashing him in the face. Turning his head to look at him, a soldier walking on the other side of the road was looking at him viciously: "Waste cannon fodder!" Do you deserve it too? ”

The warrior behind the warrior also threw an unscrupulous gaze at Xiao Jia: "Boy, you look at a fart? Believe it or not, I'll pinch you to death? ”

The platoon commander, who was walking not far ahead, finally turned around and quietly looked at the few soldiers who were fierce at Xiao Jia, and they stopped making a sound. The platoon commander glanced coldly at Xiao Jia again, tugged at the rifle strap on his shoulder and continued to walk forward.

Walking in front of Xiao Jia was Broken Mouth, the gossip who was with the recruits, saw that the veterans nearby were no longer staring at Xiao Jia, so he slowed down, walked side by side with Xiao Jia, and said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense again, dare to say that you will definitely not be better." The nickname of fast legs is remarkable in the second company, and it is said that he was the best soldier in the second company, the best platoon commander, and later the best communicator. ”

Xiao Jia was speechless, he was all platoon long, why did he become a communicator again?

Broken Mouth knew what Xiao Jia was thinking: "That's because the company commander wants him to stand by his side, saying that he is a communicator, but in fact, he is almost the same as the company deputy." ”

“……”

"I'll tell you again, we've been fighting against the Special Operations Company for a long time, right? If you go to the Special Warfare Company and say that you are nicknamed Fast Legs, I can guarantee that those old guys in the Special Warfare Company will give you three points in everything and respond to your requests. is the only one in a row, and the name of the commander is not as good as the fast legs. ”

“……”

"Don't believe me? I'm telling you that's really such a god, I'm jealous of you! Of course...... Consequences of being envied...... It's going to be miserable, you won't have a good life in the future, I guess I'll have to burn paper for you sooner or later. Well...... Thinking about it like this, I suddenly stopped being jealous of you, and I didn't say the previous sentence. ”

was blinded by the broken mouth, Xiao Jia heard the question marks in his head and knew where to go, and suddenly heard the platoon commander in front of him call his name: "Xiao Jia, go and replace the top soldiers!" Deaf? Right now! ”

……

Accompanying the car were the devil's baggage, artillery, heavy machine guns and other personnel, and the bicycles were the devil's squad. The march on foot is naturally one less squadron of two squadron devils, plus a regiment of the security army, more than 1,000 people, as the second company sentry said, stretching on the highway for a long time, as if there is no end in sight, their team has just walked through the Mei 17 road sign, slowly to the east.

Soon after, a large gray figure cautiously walked out of the woods not far from the sign of Mei 17 and approached the road.

Wet Iron Eggs, rifles in their hands, were the first to hit the road, panting from exhaustion, staring at the vague enemy who was disappearing east of the road.

The tuberculosis ghost Hong Xiaoshan was the second to get on the road, hunched over and unable to straighten his waist, so he simply used the stump-like Mei 17 road sign as a bench, sat down, and stared at the muddy mud near the road sign to observe.

The wise and martial head Song was the third to get on the highway, and sat on the highway, ignoring the mud and water, but crossed his legs, holding his knees and meditating. After catching enough, he raised his hand to look at his watch, and said unhappily: "That was the enemy's ass in the past?" Isn't it? ”

Tie Dan replied yes.

Head Song turned his face to Hong Xiaoshan again: "That's what you're sitting on...... Seventeen kilometers? ”

Hong Xiaoshan nodded.

"Seventeen kilometers is...... Thirty-four miles, I set it thirty miles east of the Jinxian Highway, this place is four miles away, and then calculate the length of the devil's team, how many miles have you gone out? The enemy has passed, see? Right? What does this mean? ”

Hong Xiaoshan and Tie Dan didn't speak.

"It shows that they take Ben Shuai's general order as a fart! There's no way the special operations company didn't get here! Those footprints under the road just now are definitely two companies! What does this mean? ”

Hong Xiaoshan lowered his head and buttoned his nails, Tie Dan pretended to look around, and said in his heart, You always have something to say, can you not ask questions? You can't answer any of these questions!

"Tiedan, what do you mean by asking you, what do you mean?"

"Uh...... It means that Ichilian is almost here, right? ”

Captain Song grabbed a handful of mud casually and threw it directly at the iron egg, making the iron egg cover his face in a panic.

"Fuck it!" Commander Song couldn't help but swear and glared at Hong Xiaoshan and Tie Dan: "My firepower special operations company has abandoned the position in disregard of the order!" I have a company of sharp knives, and when I see the enemy, I flee without a fight! My largest soldier, the second company, is still grinding foreign workers on the road! I can't help but ask...... Lao Tzu, the unlucky leader, how can he still be a leader? ”

Two spectators are full of black lines: you ...... Do you want to ask?

"Why don't you speak? Hong Xiaoshan, get up and move the place. ”

Hong Xiaoshan raised his head, his expression very confused.

"What's the matter? Why don't you move if you want to move? You're going to rebel too, aren't you? ”

"But...... I don't understand...... Where are you going to let me go? ”

"I don't care where you go! I want the signpost to sit under your ass. I'm going to die headfirst on the road sign of Namei 17 now, and I'll die here, and see which of you dares to collect the body of Lao Tzu, the unlucky leader! ”

Knowing that the regiment commander was talking angrily, Hong Xiaoshan didn't dare to get up, others might not be able to do something with a big blood bag, but the regiment commander maybe, because the political commissar was not there, he splashed it! In case he faints, he has to make a stretcher and send someone to carry him, he is almost tired and lying down, and he has to fall down four more to carry him, he really can't afford to toss, and it is difficult to be a guard!

In this way, Hong Xiaoshan sat on the road sign and couldn't get up, Tie Dan kept grabbing his own head and pacing in circles, Commander Song sat cross-legged in the middle of the road panting, and all the soldiers of the company fell crooked beside the roadbed and did not dare to make a sound.

About fifteen minutes later, Head Song raised his wrist again to look at his watch, and finally waved his hand: "The rest is over!" Let's go! Pursue the rebels with Ben Shuai! ”

The fighters who had just stood up slipped and fell after hearing the last sentence, and fell into the mud in a miserable way......

Jinxian Highway, has never been so lively, never at the same time so many people, if the highway is alive, then it should wake up laughing now, there are so many people stepping on its back to do massage, how cool! The cooler it is, the more muddy it is! The cooler the pits, the more pits!

Walking on the road is not so easy, the whole world has become a only road, stringed sugar gourds, some people are aggrieved, some are anxious, some are unlucky, some people scold their mothers, no one is not troubled. It can be seen that the same path may not necessarily be the same fate, and the phrase "the way is different and does not conspire with each other" is debatable.

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