A stream of blood rushed in the heart of the scrivener, the scene was too spectacular, and it could arouse the desire to fight in my heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He finally understood why the road builders in front of him were fighting day and night, regardless of their safety, and these soldiers in the rear could not wait, waiting to show their skills on the battlefield.

The scrivener first found the regimental headquarters of the 113th Regiment and reported to the regiment commander Zhao Di. The war was imminent, and the regimental headquarters of the regiments of the new 38th Division were moved to Imphal. The soldiers on guard went in to report, and soon someone came out to bring in the scrivener.

For the new head of Zhao Di, the scrivener box is not very familiar, and he has only dealt with him once or twice, but he has a good impression of this head of the regiment. At least in terms of approachability, it is very similar to Liu Fangwu.

Zhao Di saw the scrivener come in, and he owed a debt to welcome. Then motioned for him to sit down.

The scrivener looked at the chair next to him, he didn't sit, there was a head of the regiment, how could he sit down.

Zhao Di apologized first, he was too busy recently, and he didn't send someone to the front to pick up the scrivener box.

The scrivener even said that he didn't dare to be, and the superior had a task to give orders directly to the subordinates, so how dare he ask for people to pick him up.

Zhao Di stretched out his thumb to the scrivener: "I know everything you have in front of you, and Captain Li Hong told me, well done." Give us the face of the head of the 113th regiment! ”

"I'm a soldier and everything is the right thing to do. Even every credit for the sharp knife is inseparable from the cultivation of the group. The scrivener didn't dare to take credit, and said in a solemn voice.

Zhao Dile said, "Hehe, you have also learned to pat on the back." Okay, let's not talk about that, let's get down to business. As he spoke, he took out a note from the drawer and pushed it forward.

The scrivener took a few steps and took it with both hands. Although the note was small, not as big as a palm, it still had to be taken with both hands to show respect for the regiment commander.

"Okay, I won't say anything else, you can report according to the address on the note. Time is pressing, so I won't leave you to eat, knowing that you are very sleepy all the way, but there is no way, the above is urgent. Zhao Di said.

The scrivener secretly wondered what task was so secret, and even the regiment commander didn't want to say a word. He held the note and didn't look at it immediately, and slowly exited Zhao Di's room before opening it. It was scribbled with an address, in Imphal.

The scrivener went all the way down according to the address, until it left the small town of Imphal, and went out for nearly ten miles to the south. In the process, they passed through one barracks after another, and crossed one guard post after another. With the note in his hand, he didn't encounter any obstacles.

All the way to a small, relatively isolated campsite. It is said to be small because it is small compared to the camp of the formed integrated regiment, but in terms of the area alone, it is not small. The barbed wire fence is 300 acres of land, and there are scattered houses in it. Trenches were dug around the barbed wire fence, and there were turrets at all four corners, which were extremely heavily guarded.

The scrivener walked to the main entrance and handed the note to the sentry. The sentry saw it and led him into the camp. After entering, I found that there was a cave. With a stone-paved path underfoot, manicured plants, and even fountains and sculptures, the setting is like a paradise. The only strange thing is the house, there is no fixed distance between the house, the east and west, the left and the right, it looks very messy, the road is divided by twists and turns, criss-crossed, and no road is straight. And there are holes in every house, of different sizes, and they are distributed irregularly.

Out of the soldier's keen intuition, the scrivener guessed what the hole in the wall was for, which was actually a shooting hole, ready for gun. The messy location of the house is also to increase the cover. After all, this is a barracks, and it is the front line of the battlefield, and everything must be considered for the war.

The courtyard is unusually quiet and elegant, and the smell of war is diluted by the exquisite decoration and green trees. The scrivener pondered that this was by no means a military camp in the ordinary sense, but should be an extremely high-end military institution. He knew too much about the general military camp, the noise, messiness and the wildness of men were mixed in, and there were often people urinating, and the smell could be imagined. But there is no such thing here, not even the slightest hint of savagery. The scrivener box pondered as he walked, what kind of place is this? In the blink of an eye, after walking through the three-story courtyard, the soldier who led the way pointed to the house not far away, meaning that it had arrived. It doesn't matter if the scrivener understands it or not, he turns around and leaves.

The scrivener walked to the door of the house with a suspicious face, and hesitated for a moment before pushing the door in. A strong smell of sweat came to his face, and the scrivener frowned, such a dirty air was very incongruous with the elegant environment outside. Before I could think about it, I swooped, and a huge mass of things slammed overhead with the sound of the wind.

The incident happened so suddenly, it was too late to dodge, and the scrivener raised his fist and slammed into it. Laugh at...... With a crisp sound, the flying hidden weapon was shattered. Wow...... A stream of yellow-orange-orange grains of sand poured down. I can't hide from the scrivener box, because the incident happened so suddenly, and I couldn't imagine that there would be sand in the hidden weapon anyway.

The scrivener quickly closed his eyes so that the sand did not hurt his eyes. Large grains of sand spilled down on the face. On the head, on the face, in the collar, all over the body. Grains of sand fell down their necks and rolled into their clothes.

Wow...... A laugh came from the room. With your eyes closed, you can hear that there is more than one person, both men and women.

The scrivener secretly scolded the people in the house for being too unscrupulous, is there such a secret trick! A bunch of uncultured guys! He wiped the sand off his face and opened his eyes.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at him, each with a malicious smile on their face. They were still basking in the joy of the prank they had just played.

The scrivener glanced at everyone with a gloomy face, four men and three women, all foreigners, with black and white skin, tall, short, fat and thin. The scrivener box didn't get angry, just stared at everyone coldly. Intuition told him that the few people opposite him were not simple, and the people who could appear here must have backgrounds, and getting angry would only show that they were not classy, and it would also cause unnecessary trouble.

Everyone saw that the scrivener box was not angry, and they looked very bored and surprised. Some people began to disperse, each doing their own thing. Some snatch barbells, some hit sandbags, and some jog around the house...... Everyone trained hard, and that's how the strong smell of sweat in the house came from.

Only then did the scrivener notice that this place was a training ground, and there were all kinds of training equipment, most of which were unseen. Only some Chinese-style training equipment is familiar, such as Chinese-style weapons such as broadswords and spears, stone plates for physical training, and sandbags for fists and feet......

"Are you Chinese?" A big black man asked in English.

“yes。” The scrivener replied. In his heart, he was secretly surprised, the other party was too dark, as if he had just come out of a coal kiln.