Meng Rat was in a desperate hurry, he was not stupid enough to go straight to the regiment headquarters, but tried his best to rush to the nearest Xiaohe Village, relay the situation, and then the Xiaohe Village communicator relayed to the regiment headquarters.

When the communicator of the second company, who was almost unconscious, was carried out of the regiment headquarters, the head of the Song regiment and the political commissar also stood by the map.

After a long time, the political commissar broke the silence: "It seems that ...... They hang! ”

Head Song nodded: "If they go all out to the north now, they will still have a chance to enter the mountain." You say, "Do you want to help?" ”

"I think...... It's time to give it a try. ”

"What I'm worried about is...... Will they come north? ”

"Why guess them, just do your best."

Head Song glanced at the political commissar: "With you as a big political commissar, it's hard to think of being a good person!" ”

The political commissar smiled: "I said, this is just my personal opinion, what to do, the decision is up to you." ”

Head Song left the table, stood by the window, looked up at the coldness outside the window, and gradually frowned. After a while, I finally called in the guard Xiaoliu.

"Command! The commanders of three companies went to the regimental headquarters. ”

The guard Xiaoliu quickly disappeared from the regimental headquarters.

Soon all three company commanders were concentrated in the regimental headquarters.

The head of the regiment didn't talk nonsense and said directly: "The three lian zhun are ready to set off with me, ready to go south with me." ”

"Yes!" The three company commanders turned and went to their own company to assemble their ranks.

"Notify the special operations company to attack and harass the puppet army in Jin County. All orders take effect immediately! ”

"Yes." The little guard turned and ran.

The political commissar put down the tea jar in his hand: "Have you made up your mind?" ”

Head Song was still standing by the window looking at the sky: "Then it depends on how far he is from me, let's see!" ”

"That'...... What is the purpose of this special operations company's attack? ”

"If you can contain it, you will contain it, pull the enemy's sight, and dilute the whereabouts of my main force. You, the big political commissar, can only sing the empty city plan again, if there is really any movement because of this...... Then lead the young and old to run again. ”

"Hehe, this ...... I'm doing it! ”

"Guards."

"Yes!"

"Go to the cooking class and prepare rations."

Captain Song left the window and began to take off his equipment hanging on the wall, dressed one by one seriously and happily.

Lu Hang, the eighth road, is a very unpopular character in this place, not only does the Tuanzao adults look at him unpleasantly, but these embarrassed soldiers don't bother to look at him. Don't you want a stove, the cooks have a stove, make do with it!

In a dilapidated yard, there was a large iron pot, the bottom of the pot was red, the water vapor in the pot was white and rising, and a few cooks were busy cooking.

Lu Hang sat on a piece of wood near the pot, roasting his hands and feet in the smoke and fire, although the cold wind blew in the yard from time to time, staying by the fire was better than the cold in the broken house.

It's the second day, and this so-called regiment, which only has 400 people left, is still spending time in this village. Yesterday, two of the nine teams that had been sent out to reconnoiter ran away and never came back.

Among them, there is the group that went to check the situation that Lu Airlines said. It was already dark, and there was no point in sending people again, and the seven teams that came back from the investigation all reported that there was no abnormality, which gave the wise regiment leader the courage to stay for one more day, and also allowed the unlucky Lu Hang to extend his sentence.

He wondered, could it be that those devil scouts had missed this place? If it was discovered, it should have appeared now, why didn't there even have any clues?

Could it be that the devil also thinks the weather is cold? Wait for the snow to melt and come back in spring? In any case, there is no obligation to stay here with them and wait for death, Lu Hang plans to finish this meal and think about getting out.

A scruffy soldier slouched out of the shabby house, crookedly wearing a dirty, tattered military cap, his hands clasped in the shiny cuffs.

He is also a cook named Wang Shuai, and the people nearby call him a decaying ghost, and when the guards sent Lu Hang here, they named this decaying ghost to be responsible for keeping an eye on Lu Hang.

Lu Hang was a veteran who had been in such a team for many years, and now he could see that this decrepit ghost was a typical thorn soldier.

He looks like an ordinary cooking soldier, but he doesn't do any work, and even the cooking squad leader doesn't care about him, not so much because he doesn't care, but because he doesn't want to provoke.

This is just after sleeping until now, the decaying ghost stood in the yard and yawned coldly, squinted his unscrupulous eyes, and noticed Lu Hang who was roasting by the pot: "Hey? I say...... Dirt Eight Road, why didn't you run? ”

Coming here until now, this is the first time he has opened his mouth to speak to Lu Hang, Lu Hang didn't look back at all, he didn't bother to take care of it, and continued to roast the fire, he knew that this thing called the decaying ghost had slept all night before, his gun had been bolted, and the bullet was loaded, just waiting for Lu Hang to have something happen, because he saw Lu Hang's watch and the fast and slow machine, and moved his heart to possess.

Seeing that Lu Hang didn't react, the decaying ghost swayed behind Lu Hang, staring at the shell holster that Lu Hang was carrying on his waist: "Why didn't you get your gun?" Fast or slow machine? Open it up and show me? ”

"If you dare to stretch out a finger, I'll pout you!"

"What's that? what you can! You pout one and I'll see! The decrepit reached out and pulled Lu Hang's holster.

At this moment, he found that Balu had finally turned around, not only turned around, but at the same time, he was pulling out a burning wooden stick from the fire in his right hand, and the movement seemed to be slow, but it turned into a gale.

"Woo" is the fierce sound of the flame being rounded in the wind, clear and piercing, and creepy.

"Click" sparks splashed everywhere, charcoal fragments flew sideways, close at hand, dodged in time, and sturdy a fire stick on the head.

Ren is fire stick was brittle and not strong enough, and it also smashed the decrepit ghost to the ground, and a dazzling black mark was smashed on the top of the crooked broken hat.

The people in the courtyard were dumbfounded, everything came too fast, and they didn't have time to understand the situation.

Lu Hang is an eight-way, but his eight-way monk, who came out of such an environment, he knows too well the law of the jungle here. Like a decaying ghost, as long as he is allowed to take a step, he will never have a good life.

The decaying ghost lying on the ground with Venus in his eyes tore his throat: "The dog beats the ......" before the words behind it had time to squeeze out between his teeth, he felt that his back was stepped on a heavy foot, so he had to stop and change his breath.

Stepping on the decaying ghost with one foot and carrying a half-burning and smoking stick in the other, Lu Hang quietly looked around at several viewers in the courtyard: "Is there any help?" Stand up now! ”

Several cooks were clenching their fists, staring at each other and hesitating, and the door of the courtyard was pushed open with a creak.

Pushing open the broken door, the fire in the messy yard was still unextinguished, the smoke was swirling, some water was spilled on the ground next to it, and water vapor rose on the cold and dirty ground to show that the residual temperature was still there. A sloppy soldier was lying on the ground by the fire, grabbing the water poured on the ground with his dirty hands, and Lu Hang stepped on the back of the sloppy soldier. It seems that there was a fight just now.

Staff Officer Yao, who had just entered the door, was stunned: "What's the situation?" ”

The decaying ghost saw the staff officer come in and shouted: "Staff Officer Yao, I am injured by this Tubalu beater!" ”

The staff officer left the two of them the same, and when he left, he left a sentence: "Call the health soldier ......"

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