Lu Hang, who was standing in front of the queue, didn't say anything, just waved his hand, and a platoon of soldiers under the leadership of Wang Qiang took the lead, with more than 20 soldiers, more than 20 38 big covers, and 90 ammunition per capita; Two-thirds of the fighters hung up their short guns and ammunition of varying amounts; One Czech light machine gun with more than 200 ammunition. Yesterday's battle gave blood to the special operations company, and the 79 bullets in the eye were replenished, and the grenades were also harvested a lot.

After the first row, not the second row but the third row, the sleepy-eyed tower led the team with three steps, he was empty-handed, the ancestral Czech machine gun was carried on one ear and shoulder, and there was a pack of machine guns hanging behind the waste, and the number of bullets could not be estimated, and then there was the little monkey who was excited about it, and the next one was the sanitary soldier, and the rifle on his shoulder was to help one ear; Then there was Wu Shishi, who was hung with a grenade, and then there was the little girl with a four-four carbine, this short rifle was not a burden to her, she could hold the strap under her shoulder with one hand to pretend to be a veteran, muttering something from time to time to turn back to Gazi who was carrying a grenadier; Xiao Ganchai didn't carry the marching pot, hung some grenades with grenades, and carried the flower machine gun, so he had to turn smoothly; Lazily hanging at the end of the third line was the decrepit ghost, whose face had not been washed for eight hundred years was blind in a new military uniform, and the horse four-ring rifle behind his shoulder was spotlessly bright, and some grenadiers and grenades were hung behind him; Kong Yan didn't have a spear, but he carried the largest bag on his back and cut directly behind the decaying ghost, intending to talk to the declining ghost about the importance of wearing a hat while walking.

The second platoon came out after the third platoon, Tian Sanqi led the team, more than 20 soldiers, more than 20 38 big covers, and 70 ammunition per capita; Only two or three people hung up short guns, but at least four grenades each; There is a Czech light machine gun with more than 200 machine guns in reserve.

Lu Hang stomped his feet, felt that the shoelaces were quite comfortable, and sorted out the M1932 holster strap for the last time, the kettle strap, and the shoulder bag strap, habitually wanting to touch the pocket watch, and laughed helplessly, so he raised his right hand and pulled the rifle strap under his shoulder, not knowing whether to turn back to her window to say hello.

However, her footsteps suddenly sounded behind her, and Lu Hang had to turn around: "What's the matter?" ”

Lin Wei's expression seemed unnatural, and he was leaving the special operations company team in Kongzhuang: "That...... I'm here to remind you...... Did you forget about the bullet? ”

Lu Hang immediately reached out to his pocket, took out four rows of seventy-nine pointed bullet bridge clips on the spot and handed them to Lin Wei's eyes; I had prepared it for her, but I was confused because of the sudden change in her attitude, and I couldn't adapt to it, so I didn't dare to come to the door.

"Don't follow one, follow two." Lu Hang instructed by the way.

Lin Wei obviously didn't expect Lu Hang to take out seventy-nine bullets on the spot, so he quickly took them after a short pause, and then raised his head, the back of the soldier was already walking towards the end of the team leaving.

Not far from the other direction, two figures were parked, the first company commander Ma Da and the second company communicator Xiao Jia, who also left the company in a daze.

"Company commander, what's wrong?"

The big man who was in a trance hurriedly looked at Kaba Kaba and crossed his waist again: "Look at those ones one by one...... This guy ...... Three machine guns to the platoon! How can I be a mainstay! ”

"What's in the middle...... What does it mean? "Xiao Jia doesn't understand.

"It means drowning!"

Lu Hang likes to walk on the march.

Despite the fatigue, there is an indescribable feeling when I look at the stretch of the team in front of me, and over time I will have the illusion of hypnosis, feeling that the road is a ditch and the soldiers are thin water, and I feel that I am flowing.

Lu Hang likes to walk on the march.

In a world without a future, staying is a kind of pain, the better you think, the more painful, it is better to walk, feel the wind and sun, watch your shadow change in the changed environment, and think that the world will also change.

No one in the marching team spoke loudly, and Lu Hang, who was marching at the end of the team, was absent-minded; The difficulty of this mission is not to fight, but to send letters, especially how to get the 'letter of contact between friendly forces and independent regiments' by the devils? I've thought all the way.

Regarding the task, Lin Wei didn't make any requests, only said that success or failure is in the sky, this is not her style, just like she began to learn to smile, recalling the parting before dawn, Lu Hang saw reluctance in her eyes for the first time, or it was the bright morning glow behind her that led to the illusion, although she looked like the morning glow, but Lu Hang still felt that this was not her style.

Regarding the mission, Lu Hang wants to be perfect, using the dead to send a letter is a safe method, but the credibility will be greatly reduced, Lu Hang does not plan to perfunctory this plan, the letter must be sent by the living! If it is sent directly to the devil, the messenger will definitely die, and the army is considering using the puppet army, if the messenger falls into the hands of the puppet army, the chance of survival will be higher, and the puppet army company that was disabled by the first and second companies in Baishitan is the target that the army aviation is ready to use.

Ma Da said casually at the meeting that it was difficult to determine the movements of the remnants of the puppet army at Baishitan, and Lu Hang felt that the remnants of the puppet army would begin to return east after dawn, at least the wounded soldiers would return east, and sooner or later they would meet the special operations company on the road, which was an opportunity to send a message.

In this way, it was decided in my heart, and the order was given to rest temporarily, and some soldiers passed forward the orders of the company commander with their voices one by one.

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"What? Pretending to be a friendly communicator and deliberately caught by the puppet army? Can you still live? Some of the fighters were amazed.

"So the company commander asked, is anyone volunteering?" Another warrior conveyed his message to the warriors gathered nearby.

No one answered, the collective silence, this felt very wronged, there was no sense of grandeur like hugging the devil and dragging the grenade, no matter how you thought about it, I felt that it was for nothing.

Not far away was the rest position of the third row, the company commander was there, the instructor was there, the first platoon commander and the second platoon commander were also there, and the scene was also silent.

The little monkey gritted his teeth and bit his lips dry, stood up suddenly, and muttered: "I...... I'm a correspondent, so I'm ......"

"You're a rotten egg!" The tower lifted its foot on the spot, kicked the little monkey who had not finished speaking, and fell back into the pit, unable to climb out of it in pain for a while.

Lu Hang didn't react to this scene, looked forward at the first row in silence, looked back at the second row in silence, and didn't feel that his soldiers were inferior to anyone, even if Lu Hang was not a company commander, he himself would not take the initiative to accept this task of sending him to death in vain, there was nothing to blush, and it was reasonable that no one took the initiative to stand up.

In fact, the candidate plan for Lu Airlines has long been drawn. In the past, when he was a company commander in the 67th Army, this kind of thing was not less, but whenever someone was needed to carry out the task of sending him to death, the army aviation would break the grass branches and let his subordinates draw the long and short, and whoever drew the short one would be sent to death. However, what the subordinates did not know was that Lu Hang had the ability to draw whoever he wanted to draw the short one could draw the short one, and in the hands of the army air, this seemingly fair lottery selection was actually a small trick operated in the dark, and it was one of the shameless abilities that the grassroots commanders of the 67 th Army must have.

So Lu Hang began to fold grass branches, although he hadn't broken them again for a long time, but his hands were not yet raw, and he was thinking in his heart, did he need to be fair this time? How can it be fair? At least don't let the short sign fall into the hands of some people.

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