The village where the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army is located.

The division commander and political commissar with the guards were walking and chatting on foot.

The political commissar handed the telegram sent by Officer Chen to the division commander and said with a smile: "Division commander, they have arrived in the national control area, you should rest assured, right?" ”

"Reassured? This bastard hasn't given me any worries! The division commander took the telegram and glanced at it, and then handed it back to the political commissar, who was in charge of management and intelligence, and he was mainly in charge of military affairs.

"I can see it, if we didn't have more than 60 of his wounded in our hands, he would have some scruples, and I took advantage of this incident to scare him, otherwise, I was completely unsure that I could deal with him." The commissar laughed, and dealing with the fat man made him feel more difficult than fighting.

"This bastard boy doesn't learn well at all, alas, he is full of ruffians, and he has become a bandit, and sooner or later he will get into trouble!" The division commander felt that his brain was aching.

"I think he is a little confused, but the starting point is good, he is really anti-Japanese." The commissar said with a smile.

", commissar, don't put a high hat on this bastard, his tail can go up to the sky!" The division commander has a black face, but the words of the political commissar also go to his heart, at least the fat man is really anti-Japanese, which is the most worthy of his gratification.

"By the way, what is the origin of 'Mei No. 1'?" The division commander didn't want to continue to discuss the matter of the fat man with the political commissar, and when he thought of the fat man's angry appearance, his heart was angry.

"Nothing has been found yet, judging from the movements of the Japanese army in search of 'Mei No. 1', this 'Mei No. 1' should be a very important figure in the Japanese military intelligence department." The political commissar sighed slightly, he really didn't have much information about Mei No. 1, and only hoped that the fat man could pry Mei No. 1's mouth open.

"Political commissar, is it too dangerous for you to leave 'Mei No. 1' in the hands of that bastard?" The division commander asked worriedly, although he didn't want to continue to discuss the matter of the fat man, but at the critical moment, he couldn't help but ask.

"It's better to have him with a card in his hand than to have nothing at all." The political commissar sighed slightly and continued: "Division commander. I heard from the comrades at the headquarters that the two comrades were going to return from the Soviet Union. ”

The division commander's face was slightly shocked, and he couldn't be clearer about who "those two comrades" meant. Whether it was the political commissar who deliberately let go of 'Mei No. 1', or forcibly let the fat man become Yang Bailao. This is all to protect the fat man, and the political commissar's handling of this matter is undoubtedly the best result.

"Yi'er, this fat man is a little interesting."

Adjutant Cheng covered his crotch and left with a painful look on his face. Master Feng began to look the fat man up and down, fat is a little fatter, the force value is high, and it is not just as simple as the force value is high, the brain melon is also spiritual, it is a good material, and then he sighed.

After being attacked several times by the little devils mixed with the refugees, Division Commander Feng had already ordered the whole division to strengthen the guard at night at command posts at all levels, armories, field hospitals, and so on, which made the eyes of the officers and men of the whole division widen 24 hours a day.

Although it is divided into shifts. But people can't stand it, fatigue is inevitable, but thinking of the little devils in the city coming in, who doesn't sleep with a gun and half-staring eyes?

The little devil is smart, he has learned the 36 tricks well, and he has not done it a few times, and he has disappeared, the problem is that the soldiers of the national * army do not dare to relax, and this is where the defending side suffers.

At the time of the pre-war mobilization meeting. Division Commander Feng looked at his subordinates and soldiers one by one, each with dark circles under his eyes, and finally understood what was going on, the little devil was tossing him and his subordinates. Let them be tired, let them not dare to relax every moment, know that they are highly nervous and tired, and wait until the time of battle to give Master Feng and them a fatal blow.

The little devil is not a fool, it is a white-eyed wolf brought out by China's majestic military culture, and a small group of strange soldiers attacks and disturbs the entire division. Don't seek the results of the battle, only seek to disturb, and then wait for work, this business is considered to be a good one.

But the little devil is a little devil after all, he dares to play a big knife in front of Guan Gong after learning a little fur, the limitations of the little devil bushido, this strange soldier who sneaks into the city is destined to be some dead soldiers, and he will definitely pursue the greatest results.

In order to match the attack time of the main force of the little devils, it is inevitable to attack the headquarters of Division Commander Feng before the battle.

The headquarters was attacked, and the soldiers of the national * army on the defense line would be rescued as soon as possible, and the entire defense line would be in chaos, this is still the best result, if Commander Feng was unfortunately martyred in the attack, the handsome man was gone, he lost his backbone, and he was still a hair.

Division Commander Feng is a person who understands, and the fat man will be thorough at a moment's notice, and immediately made a phone call and ordered all regiments to stick to the defensive line before the battle, no matter what happens to the headquarters, and cannot divide troops to return to help, and take a step back to engage in military law.

A division of more than 400 people in the reconnaissance battalion, plus his guard company of almost 600 people, could not get the 30 or so little devils who had no heavy equipment to sneak into the city, but he still had the intention to set up an ambush, and he took a piece of tofu and killed him.

As soon as the order was issued, Senior Commander Feng's eyes lit up, and he looked at the fat man with a smiling face.

"Old thing, you laugh and laugh!" Seeing such a terrible smile, the fat man was not very comfortable, and when he first saw Ma Dongming's kid, he also smiled at him like this, and he was quick for a while, and he wrapped himself in.

"Xiao Liu, come and sit, sit, come and have two drinks with Uncle Feng." Master Feng didn't scold the fat man for being crazy, he didn't go to his heart, and he didn't get tired of seeing the fat man, anyway, the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was to the eye, and he also named himself an uncle, anyway, how to make love.

"Wang Yi, let's go, the fat man has finished answering your question, you are still dry here, flashing." The fat man is not a bird to Master Feng, and when he walked over, he was ready to pull Wang Yi away, this old thing was a set for a while, and the fat man was not waiting for him.

Master Feng was a little dumbfounded, desperately giving Wang Yi a look, he didn't have a move in the face of this fat man, he couldn't shoot the fat man with one shot, so Wang Yi didn't turn the sky with him?

"Dead fatty, sit down, it's not yet three o'clock, what are you anxious about?" Wang Yi glared at the fat man, this Eighth Route Army will not participate, then participate in ** Okay, she also understands what Master Feng means, there is always a way out, and it is also the army of her father's old subordinates, with Master Feng covering, it will definitely not suffer, it is better than being a bandit.

"Yes, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, Lao Tzu asked him to leave the train at 8 o'clock, he didn't dare to leave at 7:59, don't worry, I'll let Adjutant Cheng go to the train station to find the stationmaster, he didn't say a word, Lao Tzu killed him!" Senior Commander Feng laughed with him, and asked Adjutant Cheng to cover his crotch and go to the train station.

The train of this era is very seriously controlled by the military and senior officials, and it is never punctual, even Mr. Lu Xun once described the scene of the train being delayed for four hours. Yan Xishan's wife took the train, and because she was not satisfied at all, she asked the stationmaster for a training, and the train was delayed for eight hours.

"The fat man doesn't drink your wine, I'm afraid of diarrhea if I drink your wine!" The fat man sat on the chair next to Wang Yi, if it was someone else, not Wang Yi, he wouldn't even move his buttocks. (To be continued.) )