A trace of remorse gradually amplified in the bottom of Shunichi Aoi's heart.

He regretted that he should not have been so hasty and self-righteous.

Indeed, as long as Liu Cheng relaxed his vigilance for the slightest, he would be able to get rid of the restraints after an hour, and kill Xu Zhi without a trace, and then replace him.

Camouflage is only a basic ability for Shunichi Aoi, and it will definitely not be seen through at least for a short time.

He had fought with Xu Zhi the day before and knew Xu Zhi's skills very well.

After more than ten hours of observation, Shunichi Aoi has become familiar with Xu Zhi's form and movements and the tone of his voice, and he will definitely be able to achieve the effect of fake and real when disguised.

And Xu Zhi will become his substitute ghost.

But now, all his plans have come to naught.

Of course, if it is just a broken hamstring, Shunichi Aoi will not have the slightest hope of turning around.

But then, Liu Chengcheng broke off his ten fingers one by one.

It's not a misaligned joint, it's a real break.

Bai Sensen's bones were broken and pierced out of the flesh, and he looked particularly terrifying in the blood.

After doing this, Liu Cheng walked up to Xu Zhi, who was shocked, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said calmly:

"Brother, you don't know enough about the Japanese, you must be more careful in the future!"

Xu Zhi swallowed his saliva, nodded stunned, and did not speak.

At this time, Xu Zhi felt a trace of fear in his heart.

He never thought that Liu Cheng would have such a delicate mind and thinking logic.

At noon, Liu Cheng called Tang Zhenhu to his side, stuffed a note folded into the size of a silver dollar and some money into his hand, and said in a low voice:

"You leave here quietly now, go to the rock to find Qian Lu, and give him the note."

Tang Zhenhu carefully stuffed the note into the mezzanine at the corner of his clothes, but did not accept the money:

"Battalion commander, what are you doing here? I don't need money. ”

Liu Cheng pulled his clothes and put the money in his pocket, glared and said:

"Don't lose yourself on the road, eat when you should eat, play when you should play, don't save; I won't talk to you much nonsense, being a soldier and fighting is a job with a head!

I never dared to say that I could bring you back one by one after taking you out, and now we have no one to take care of it, and I don't have so many rules, as long as you don't delay the trip, what are you doing on the road, I just ask! ”

Liu Cheng is sincere in this sentence.

Now the independent battalion is completely in his own hands, and he does not have too many scruples.

But after entering the customs, many things have to be taken care of.

The Central Plains battlefield is a good place to fight devils, but there are many people, and there are naturally more rules.

If the independent battalion had been able to get Finn's help when it entered the customs, then some things would have been more convenient.

But if not, it will inevitably be absorbed by the Guo army that occupies the dominant position, and you will have to be careful everywhere when the time comes.

Every time he thought of this, Liu Cheng felt unhappy, but there was no other way.

Guerrilla warfare in the Northeast is only a petty fight, and it is simply impossible to shake the position of the Japanese.

After entering the customs, there was a big battle, even if he developed the independent battalion to more than three or four thousand people, it would still be a drop in the ocean and would not be able to play a leading role at all.

Therefore, whether it is the Guo Party troops or the Red Party forces, he must be careful to maintain the relationship with them and not be caught.

Not to mention anything else, just the weapons and equipment in his hands now and the ammunition base in his hands are the source of the trouble.

Seeing such a large piece of fatty meat, anyone will want to get it on a plate and eat it, which is inevitable.

And there has been no shortage of people with such unscrupulous intentions since ancient times, and they have nothing to do with party affiliation.

Liu Cheng can now be said to be a handle, and anyone who cares about it can put him to death if he grabs one casually.

Therefore, entering the customs is only the first step, if he wants to gain a firm foothold on the battlefield in the Central Plains, he has to face more than just the Japanese!

And how many of these fighters will survive in the end, Liu Cheng can't guarantee, so he wants to take advantage of the current time to make their lives as easy as possible.

As long as there is a chance, we must let them enjoy a life that they didn't dare to think about before, and I don't want them to fall on the battlefield on the day I only have unwillingness and regret in my heart.

After Tang Zhenhu left, Liu Cheng found a tree hole and slept until evening.

Song Wen sat down beside Liu Cheng with half of the nest head in his hand, and handed Liu Cheng a kettle:

"Take two sips, ten years old."

Liu Chengyi grinned, reached out to take the kettle, unscrewed the lid and sniffed it under his nose:

"Good wine! Don't have any snacks? ”

Song Wen glanced at Liu Cheng, and reluctantly took out a fist-sized oiled paper bag from his arms, and said sullenly:

"Twenty at most, that's all I have!"

Liu Cheng opened the oiled paper bag and took a look, which was fried peanuts with a layer of salt from white flowers.

He grinned:

"Is this so afraid of people eating it? Did you kill the salt seller? ”

Song Wen reached out and pinched one and threw it into his mouth, chewing and saying:

"It's good to eat, you don't want cats and dogs, you don't have to eat a meal if you put less salt? It's for you to drink, and it's not for you to be full! ”

Liu Cheng took a sip of wine, feeling that the line of fire had been hot from his throat to his stomach, and his mouth was full of the aroma of fermented grain.

Song Wen squinted at Liu Cheng's expression, and said with some distress:

"You're so small, just this pot, if you don't drink it, it's completely gone! I can't see it, you look young, but you look like an old drunkard for decades. ”

Liu Cheng grabbed a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and said with a smile:

"If I tell you I'm one hundred and four years old, would you believe it or not?"

Song Wen smiled and didn't say anything.

After a while, he asked:

"Liu Cheng, no, battalion commander, what are we going to do next?"

Liu Cheng smiled and waved his hand:

"What is the battalion commander, you can just call me by my name; To be honest, I haven't thought about the next step yet, and the situation is not clear now, so I'll wait and talk about it later, and I'm not in a hurry. ”

Song Wen pouted:

"I can see it, you kid, you have a belly of ghosts, and the little devils are all too ghostly to be you!"

Liu Cheng smiled "hehe":

"It doesn't matter, as long as I don't put my mind to my own people, then I'm a good person, am I?"

Song Wen took a big sip of wine, swallowed it with a "bang", and nodded with a serious face:

"I believe this, but I don't know what's going on, I think you kid is reliable, you can take these people out of a way to live, so that they can have a good ending!"

Liu Cheng smiled, and that smile was exceptionally clean under the reflection of the sun:

"What my brother says, I want......"