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Ximen butcher Sun Chang Baiyun and the others immediately noticed that something was wrong, and asked in a low voice.

"There's a good show, hey, hey, hey!"

Yang Zongman smiled sinisterly, and glanced at the soldiers in the crowd who were dressed as refugees, and those soldiers moved quietly, some pinched the legs of the stool, some picked up the bricks, and waited for this moment, but they had been waiting for a long time.

As soon as they came to Anyang, everyone saw that the Eighth Route Propaganda Team was pulling refugees, according to the news from the inquiry, this propaganda response point has been set up for several days, and the number of refugees pulled away has been hundreds, as soon as they heard this number, Yang Zongman and these soldiers felt as uncomfortable as if someone had taken a piece of meat from the tip of their hearts - Trojan County is so short of people, and now it has been secretly pulled away by the Eighth Route Hundreds of people, can you not feel distressed?

So, Yang Zongman gave an order, and the more than 30 soldiers he brought dressed up as ordinary people came to the front of the Eighth Route Propaganda Team, and suddenly broke out, and beat a group of Eighth Route Propaganda Team and the people who pulled the people to cry and call their mothers, hugging their heads and running around, and chased them out for seven or eight miles, before they ran away from these Eight Roads, and then established their own refugee collection points.

They did the first year of junior high school, where would they not be able to do fifteen in the eight-way aspect? You must know that although the eight roads are very disciplined, when it is time to make a move, it is not ambiguous at all.

Both sides have obviously taken the same path now, secretly entering the village, shooting and not shooting, pretending to be ordinary people, no one can say to anyone, anyway, in a word, if you come to Yin, we will also come to Yin.

A group of people dressed up in the Eighth Route are slowly approaching, and the leader is unknown to others, but if there are Eighth Route soldiers coming, they will be startled, isn't this Han Xiaolei, the head of the 315th Regiment? What did he want to do with this makeup? They were holding wooden sticks and other things in their hands behind their backs, obviously planned, don't use knives and guns, don't kill people, it's important to run away and win over refugees.

"Hey, why are you touching me?"

Just as these eight roads were about to approach the refugee gathering point, a woman suddenly trotted two steps and bumped into Han Xiaolei's body, and suddenly screamed.

"What, what touched you? Don't talk nonsense! ”

Han Xiaolei was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to push the woman away, but Sun Chang had already rushed forward in stride, and Han Xiaolei, who was slapped with two big mouths, had two big mouths in his eyes, and scolded: "Dare to quibble? You touched my wife, but I saw it, do you want to play tricks? ”

"Bastard, you dare to beat our group - our big brother!"

A group of people dressed in eight-way makeup were stunned by this scene, and the next second, they rushed up with a waving wooden stick and other things, wanting to avenge their own leader.

However, before they could do it, the butcher of Yunximen had already shouted at the top of his throat during the day: "Folks, these stinky hooligans are molesting women from good families in broad daylight, this is obviously bullying us refugees, what are you waiting for, call Anya for me......"

"Hit, hit, beat, kill!"

The refugees came all the way, how much suffering and how many sins they suffered, swallowed their anger, how difficult it was to live away from their hometowns, they couldn't tell anyone, and now they finally found the location of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment, and finally had a little confidence, and now they were bullied again, and all those grievances broke out with this roar, hundreds of people screamed, mad dogs pounced, porridge bowls and stone benches flew together, and Han Xiaolei howled miserably, hugging his head and running away.

“…… What's going on? ”

Looking at the people in the crowd who were howling miserably, and the people who were caught and pulled by these refugees, Yang Zongman and the others were dumbfounded, and they almost didn't react to what was going on.

However, Han Xiaolei and a group of Balu were finally well-trained, and in the face of the siege of hundreds of refugees, they all rushed out of a bloody way, a group of people's clothes were torn, and some people's hair was also pulled off several large pieces, Han Xiaolei's face was scratched out of several deep blood marks, and there were two red slap prints, how embarrassed and embarrassed!

"Count you ruthless, you are waiting for you!"

A group of angry people scolded loudly, and then countless steaming gruel poured over like rain, and it was so hot that they screamed again and again, and they didn't even dare to let go of cruel words, and the wild dogs that escaped from the wild dogs ran away.

"Chief Yang, how is it?"

Sun Chang triumphantly led the woman back and said: "This is my wife, hehe, those people dare to come to you for trouble, that is, to find the trouble of my Sichuan Army bun shop, hum, I am tired of them!" ”

Thinking of the embarrassed appearance of the group of people just now, Ximen Butcher, Bai Baiyu and others, as well as many refugees who had taken a bad breath, laughed out loud, they were refreshed just now.

Yang Zong looked at Sun Chang stupidly, and said in his heart I don't know what happened to this scene just now, I remembered how miserable we were beaten by many refugees in front of your steamed bun shop.

Sun Chang suddenly felt a little weak, and began to spare no effort to advertise with a dry cough: "Folks, I am Sun Chang of the Sichuan Army Bun Shop, if you want to eat buns in the future, you must come to my Sichuan Army Bun Shop - the name of this shop, but the head of the road personally set it!" ”

"No wonder Chief Yang said that you are a profiteer, you are really a profiteer!"

Ximen Butcher and the others laughed, and many refugees also laughed, saying that this Sun Chang's appearance is really like a living profiteer.

Not to mention this, Han Xiaolei and the others fled out of the city in embarrassment, and went far away to a place where no one was, looking at the appearance of everyone around them with blue noses and swollen faces, their clothes were torn into strips of cloth, and some of the Eighth Route soldiers were aggrieved with red eyes, and they almost cried.

"Commander, you can't just leave it at that!"

An eight-way soldier said angrily: "We haven't fought so hard with the little devils, we must get this field back!" ”

"Yes, yes, these people from the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment are really too insidious!"

The rest of the soldiers also scolded nonsense: "They actually played yin with us - secretly mobilized so many ordinary people to bully many people, and also accused the regiment commander of molesting women from good families, I really can't swallow this breath......"

"Shut up!"

Han Xiaolei shouted angrily: "Tell you, only you know about the thing I was framed by that shrew today, if I heard about it from someone else's mouth-hmph, don't think about having good fruits to eat!" ”

Many Eighth Route soldiers were suddenly awe-inspired, and they all said that they would never say it, although Han Xiaolei was the head of the regiment, and the shame was greater, but they themselves were also embarrassed, if they were known by their comrades in the regiment or people from other regiments, it would be really shameless.

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