Immediately, two more people rushed up, and six people started together. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info changed to usual, and six people may not be opponents, but now it is different, the body of the scrivener box is very weak, and after a long journey for half a month, I have not eaten a decent meal, and the damage to the body is huge. The body really didn't have the extra strength to resist, and was tied up by six people.

Fan Tie stared at the scrivener box and sneered: "Hehe, you are resisting!" Spy, just fall into my hands! He threw his fist at the chest of the scrivener.

Boom, hanging the chest of the scrivener. Six people pressed him, and there was no way to avoid it. The scrivener only felt stuffy in his chest, and a cloud of blood churned in his chest, almost spurting out. This was followed by a piercing pain, and two ribs were almost broken.

Fan Tieran's punch even exerted the strength to eat, without reservation, how much strength he had.

The scrivener gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, and kept muttering in his heart, Fan Tiechao, you kid are waiting, sooner or later, you will have a day of revenge!

Fan Tielan seemed to see the scrivener's thoughts, and said with a sneer: "What, don't you accept it, don't you want to take revenge?" Tell you, if you fall into my hands, you won't want to get out alive! Revenge, next life! ”

The scrivener's heart was cold, a villain like Fan Tiechao is estimated to be able to say it and do it, but it is really difficult to get out if it falls into his hands, and if he doesn't do it, he will suffer a big loss! There was a sad breath in my heart, I fought hard with Japanese killers in Savage Mountain, and I died nine times in exchange for this result? Chinese, when will they be truly united! A shameless person like Fan Tieran, what's the use of keeping it, don't say being a soldier, even being a human being is scum.

"Boy, be honest!" Some soldiers stopped drinking, they were currying favor with Fan Tiechao, and when they saw that Fan squad leader was doing this to the scrivener, they also fell into the well.

Knock, knock, there are soldiers who kick the scrivener box.

The scrivener was powerless to resist and could only endure it.

The four of them walked down the streets of the town with a scrivener. During this time, I met several groups of patrolling soldiers, all of whom passed by, and did not have much intersection with each other. People regard the scrivener box as a suspicious element, and it is normal to arrest the suspicious person.

The scrivener hurts all over the body, with new and old wounds. The heart hurts the most. At this time, he was extremely cold, the Chinese soldiers were originally in a foreign land, and now they are not united, when do they expect to be united? Is it really worth the sacrifice of your own life?

Outside the town, a military camp appeared in front of him, and the lights were shining in the night, and there was no end in sight. This is the camp of the 113th Regiment, the scrivener thought. A glimmer of hope was ignited in his heart, he knew a lot of people in the 113th regiment, after all, he was a person here, and if he met an acquaintance, things might turn around. He began to keep a close eye on the movements around him, wishing that a soldier would come and interrogate him.

Fan Tie did not go directly to the barracks with the scrivener box, but walked around the barracks and entered through a very inconspicuous small door.

The scrivener felt half cold in his heart, Fan Tieran, this kid is really insidious enough, I was afraid that someone would cut off my beard halfway, so I chose a very secluded road.

"Squad leader, treat this kind of person politely, and it will be over if it collapses directly." Someone said to Fan Tieran.

"Fart, what kind of place is this, who dares to shoot at will." Fan Tie scolded him.

No one spoke anymore and silently walked into the barracks. It was late at night, most of the soldiers were asleep, and there were not many lights in the huge camp.

Fan Tie sneakily put the scrivener box into a barracks, there was no one in it, and it should be a barracks for the soldiers of his class.

A couple of soldiers threw the scrivener on the ground, poofed, and fell face down with a. The old generation's limbs were tied with ropes, and he couldn't get up when he thought about it. He struggled a few times to no avail, so he simply stopped struggling.

"Hey, why is this person a little familiar?" One of the soldiers was suspicious, he was a veteran of this class, he had been with the scrivener, and he vaguely seemed to remember something. After his reminder, the two veterans were also suspicious, and they did look familiar, but they couldn't remember it for a while. At this time, the scrivener box was unkempt and did not have any of its original appearance, and if you were not particularly familiar with it, you really couldn't see it.

Finally, someone can remember themselves, and the scrivener opens his mouth to say something. Fan Tie stepped on one foot on his back, and used enough strength to make the chest of the scrivener stick to the ground. I can't say anything if I want to.

"You all go out, I'll interrogate this spy." Fan Tieran said to the people beside him.

"Squad leader, I think this person is very familiar. Maybe...... Not a spy. A veteran said suspiciously.

Fan Tie scolded with a gloomy face: "What do you know, hurry up and patrol, tonight is our night, who is responsible for what happened!" ”

Seeing that Fan Tie was angry, the veteran didn't want to say anything, and followed others out of the barracks.

Fan Tie stepped on the scrivener box a few more times with full strength, and said coldly: "The surname is Dai, you also have today!" ”

The scrivener has always wondered if he really has such a big hatred with Fan Tieran? Can you gamble with your life? At that time, although there were contradictions, they were just competing with each other, for the sake of just a small squad leader. What kind of competition can be so hateful?

"You're glaring at me?" Fan Tie stared at the scrivener box with a gloomy face, "Hehe, stare at it, see how long you can stare at it!" As he spoke, he stepped on it again.

The scrivener felt like his spine was about to be trampled on, and his body was tied up with a rope, and he couldn't move if he wanted to.

"What hatred do we have that deserves it?" The scrivener asked while Fan Tie was loose.

Fan Tie smiled treacherously when he heard this: "Hehe, what kind of hatred, you don't know it yourself?" Tell you, Lao Tzu doesn't rub sand in his eyes, what you have committed will be repaid twice as much today! ”

"Hehe...... "The scrivener box is also happy, this is the so-called excuse?" Villain! He squeezed two words out between his teeth.

"Now you're still hard-mouthed, Lao Tzu killed you!" Fan Tie said nonsense, taking a dagger from the hook of the barracks. Poof, the dagger is unsheathed. "Surname, you go to die!"

"Platoon commander here!" Someone shouted outside the door. Followed by the sound of noisy footsteps.

Fan Tieran's face suddenly changed a few times, and the dagger in his hand shook a few times unconsciously. This guy suddenly showed a fierce light in his eyes, and he seemed to have the intention of not doing two things.

The scrivener seized the vacancy and rolled over continuously, rolling to the edge of the door.

A person came in as soon as the curtain came in, and when he came in, he almost stepped on the scrivener. Seven or eight more people came in the back.

The scrivener box was recognized at a glance, led by Wang Dalei, Wang squad leader, but looking at people's military uniforms, he has now been promoted to platoon commander. "Platoon Commander Wang, it's me." He said to Wang Dalei, saying that he was saved this time, compared to Fan Tiechao, Wang Dalei is still a good person, a qualified and upright soldier.