Lin Guozhong was stunned by Hao Dabao's scolding, and he was a little weak for no reason, and he didn't dare to look at Hao Dabao's fierce gaze.

"Serve the bowl of the Japanese and drink the blood of the Chinese, do you dare to say that you are Chinese?!" Do you believe it or not, if you dare to go to the grave of your ancestors now, an evil wind can refine you directly?! Hao Dabao's face was full of indignation, and every word was condemned.

Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng are not the kind of people who are willing to work for the Japanese in order to enjoy glory and wealth, and the last thing they want to hear on weekdays is the word "traitor".

And although Hao Dabao did not mention "traitor" in his words, it made the two of them more uncomfortable than pointing at their noses and scolding the traitors.

Zhou Zuopeng's face was the same color as the bottom of the pot, and he glared at Hao Dabao and said angrily:

"You don't fucking want to spew blood! Lao Tzu ......"

"Shut up your! Are you worthy of calling yourself Lao Tzu? Hao Dabao roared angrily and directly choked Zhou Zuopeng's words back.

Lin Guozhong hurriedly stepped forward to play a round game, but he could obviously hear that he was suppressing his anger:

"Battalion Commander Liu, we invited you to come to negotiate, please don't keep saying these things that have nothing to do with negotiations, okay?"

Hao Dabao squinted at Lin Guozhong:

"Yes, of course; Your willingness to sell your life to the Japanese has nothing to do with Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu is too lazy to care; However, before the negotiations, Lao Tzu had one condition. ”

"On what terms?" Lin Guozhong immediately said.

He only wants to shift the topic to negotiations now, because he is worried that if Hao Dabao continues to talk about it, Zhou Zuopeng's emotions are likely to get out of control.

Lin Guozhong didn't believe that Hao Dabao was Liu Cheng, and he didn't expect Liu Chengzhen to risk his life and come here to negotiate in person because of the negotiation conditions he proposed.

However, those who can replace Liu Cheng are definitely not ordinary soldiers, and some things can still be discussed and decided.

He was worried that Zhou Zuopeng's emotions were out of control, not because he was afraid that he would kill Hao Dabao, but because he was worried that Zhou Zuopeng, who had been fighting against the Japanese all along, would directly turn back after being provoked by Hao Dabao.

Although even if Zhou Zuopeng is reversed, he will not be an enemy of him Lin Guozhong because of Zhang Haipeng's former kindness, but how will he explain to Zhang Haipeng after he goes back?

Even if Zhang Haipeng can spare him, can the Japanese spare him?

The two were ordered together to suppress the independent battalion, but the battle was not won, but the 39th Division ran away, and the Japanese would definitely take their anger on him.

Moreover, if the 39th Division is reversed now, the remaining 18th Division of Lin Guozhong will not even be qualified to negotiate.

Hao Dabao's cold gaze swept over Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng's faces in turn, and said word by word:

"Who came up with the idea of coercing the prisoners to shoot the prisoners in front of the position? Who did the hell do it? Call this person out, and I'll talk to you! ”

Lin Guozhong's face changed slightly, and he did not answer immediately.

Because he has to weigh the pros and cons.

Liu Lang is still in a coma, and after examination by military doctors, he suffered two broken ribs, a cracked hip bone, liver damage, slight bleeding from his spleen, and a severe concussion.

Under this kind of injury, even if you can wake up in the future, I am afraid it will be difficult to stand up again.

Judging from the tone of Hao Dabao's speech, once he knew that Liu Lang had done that thing, he would definitely try his best to kill Liu Lang.

Lin Guozhong didn't care about Liu Lang's life or death, and even hoped that Liu Lang would die on the battlefield.

But in this situation, if he handed over Liu Lang, Zhang Haipeng would definitely not let him go after he knew about it.

Just when Lin Guozhong hesitated, Zhou Zuopeng, who had not spoken, suddenly opened his mouth:

"It's all fucking done by Liu Lang's kid! Lao Tzu is a teacher, do you think you can do such a tasteless thing? ”

Hao Dabao smiled gloomily:

"Then call people out first!"

Zhou Zuopeng turned around and waved his hand to the puppet soldiers who were around:

"Go and carry Liu Lang over!"

After a while, a large group of puppet soldiers noisily carried a stretcher towards the temporary command post.

Lin Guozhong leaned over to Zhou Zuopeng and whispered:

"Old Zhou! You didn't think much about it! Is it okay to do this? You must know that Liu Lang did not come alone! ”

Zhou Zuopeng pouted indifferently:

"What's wrong? They still dare to shoot at Lao Tzu? That kid is fucking stumbling when he does something, are you still afraid of people looking at it?! ”

Lin Guozhong glanced at Hao Dabao not far away from the corner of his eye, and then said:

"Do you think he really just wants to see? Look at the gun in his hand! ”

Zhou Zuopeng glanced at Lin Guozhong's gaze, and saw that Hao Dabao's finger on the trigger had been pressed down halfway, and as long as he used a little more strength, the gun would go off.

Indeed, from the moment Hao Dabao saw Liu Lang lying on the stretcher, he had already concluded that it was the person who had previously ordered the shooting of the captured soldiers in front of the position.

Based on where the sound was at that time and the explosion that occurred later, the injury was quite logical.

Moreover, judging from the tone and demeanor of Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng's speech, they are not people who will use that kind of indiscriminate means.

In fact, in that era, people like Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng, who were proud of being officers because they were born in regular military academies, did not disdain to use this kind of subordinate means.

Soon, Liu Lang, who was unconscious, was carried to the temporary command post and placed on the ground less than five meters away from Hao Dabao.

He was accompanied by a battalion commander and more than a dozen soldiers under Liu Lang.

Liu Lang was seriously injured and unconscious, and the military doctor had just fixed the location of his fracture, and before the needle could be pricked, he was asked to carry it to the command post, and his subordinates naturally would not be willing.

The battalion commander saluted Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng with a calm face, and asked in a cold voice:

"Two division commanders, our regiment commander is still in a coma, I don't know why the two division commanders let people bring him here?"

Zhou Zuopeng looked at the battalion commander under Liu Lang with a dark face, and his tone was full of anger:

"Are you questioning me and Senior Commander Lin?"

"Don't dare, I'm just worried about the safety of our regiment commander, and I hope Division Commander Zhou understands." The battalion commander's answer was neither humble nor arrogant.

Lin Guozhong had been staring at Hao Dabao's hands without a trace, and seeing that Liu Lang had been placed on the ground for nearly a minute, Hao Dabao did not have any intention of shooting, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the corners of his eyes suddenly shrank.

"Horn, horn, horn......"

The two shell guns rang out at the same time, and seven or eight bullets in succession instantly hit Liu Lang's chubby body, and blood suddenly gushed out of the bullet holes.

On the other side, the puppet soldiers who had been holding their guns at Hao Dabao heard his gunshots and immediately pulled the trigger......