Director Cheng deliberately slowed down, waited for the footsteps behind him to approach, slanted at Yang Bangzi, who had a dark face, and said, "What? Want to bare your teeth again? Chairman Mao said that he is not to blame for the past, what year do you kid plan to hold grudges? ”

"Hey, hey! Director, I don't hold a grudge! You are a big director, and I don't care about the big commander, can I still remember how many times I can't fight? ”

"Hmph, I see, you kid is now wondering how to make it bad in his stomach, right? Tell you, they are all revolutionary comrades! It's important to beat the little devils, give me your fancy intestines! Otherwise, I'll take it out for you and wash it! ”

"Mother! Or is it his mother's director who has a level! After washing and drying, stir-frying on the stove, I will give the hot pot of wine, and you and the commander will drink a pot of my intestines? ”

The director hahadaxiao got up and gave a slap on the back of Yang Stick.

The group entered the moon gate on the side of the adobe house, the blue brick door hole used to be three trips to the green tile house, one trip to the east and west compartments, in the past it was for the tuan ding of the caretaker home, the main house was originally lived in the invited martial arts, and now, the side courtyard is stationed in the county government's public security section and the district team of Pingyang District.

Seeing a few people wearing the uniforms of the regular army, they entered the side courtyard with a smile and a smile, and the members of the district squad who were wiping their guns and taking advantage of the cool in the courtyard hurriedly got up and saluted Director Cheng, who was walking in front.

The chief of the security section also came out of the main room, said hello and said that the room was cleaned up, stretched out his hand and let it in, Director Cheng greeted and followed the section chief into the hall.

Yang Bangzi was not in such a hurry to go in, standing in the courtyard, holding his arms and watching the members of the district team wipe their guns, he didn't enter the house, and the four of them didn't go in.

"Do you know what kind of gun this is?" Yang Bangzi looked coldly at the four people behind the side, and said to the team members who lowered their heads and disassembled the rifles in their hands.

"Report to the chief, this is the rifle that the military sub-district transferred to us last year, and I know that this is an old man's gun." The young man stood up from the ground at once, and replied immediately.

"Yes, can you know an old man, do you know what is wrong with this gun?"

"Report chief, no, I didn't see any glitches."

"Nothing wrong? How many shots have you fired? Yang Bangzi stared at the nervous and sweaty young man in front of him.

"Two, two shots, one shot was fired in Nanban Village during the Spring Anti-Sweep Campaign, and the other shot was fired during the attack on Zhanggezhuang Village last month, and they didn't hit the devils, and my captain Xiong Xiong beat me twice."

After speaking, the young man peeked at the captain who was wiping the big knife on the stake next to him, and lowered his head and was embarrassed.

"Do you know why you empty your gun?" Yang Stick squinted, put his hand on the back, and then teased the team member.

"I don't know, I'm aiming very accurately, I'm also strange, how can I still fight devils when I use the old sleeve, why do I use a new gun, and I haven't been hit by it." The more the young man spoke, the lower his voice became, and the members of the other district teams were laughing and watching the excitement.

"This gun is called a water bead, the gun of the old Russian Maozi, it's called a Mosin, what a brand."

"Mosin Nagant, 1891, brought by the old Maozi White Army." The fifth son answered, Yang Bangzi was not grateful at all, turned his head and glared fiercely, the big one and the little Liangzi all held back their laughter and tilted their heads and waited to see the joke.

"That's right, Mo Xin is doing it, guns, you can do it, isn't this just here to help us fight against Japan." Yang Bangzi proudly taught the young man a lesson, and the few in the back couldn't hold it back, "flutter, flutter" all covered their mouths and laughed.

"Be serious, didn't you see me giving lessons to local comrades!" Yang Bangzi turned around and pretended to be a lecturer.

"This rifle has a characteristic, the body of the gun is heavier than the ordinary old sleeve, made in Hanyang, and it is formal, and it is so long, which is about the same as the devil's 38 big cover, but it is heavier than the devil's gun."

"Yes, yes, I am holding a strange heavy ground, and when I stand and hold a gun, my shoulders are sore." The young man looked up and replied excitedly.

"If you don't say it, the gun is long, so you have a trick, when you aim, the muzzle of the gun is a little lower, and when you put the gun, you won't be unable to touch people." After Yang Bangzi said this, he raised his chin and was a little proud.

"Why is this, chief?" The young man scratched his head, not understanding.

"If the gun body is heavy, the barrel is long, the muzzle velocity is large, and the arm strength is not enough, the muzzle will jump up slightly at the moment of firing, and the bullet will deviate from the target and fly over the head, which means that if you want to hit the head, aim at the stomach, and if you want to hit the chest, aim at his **!"

Yang Bangzi turned his head and said in his heart, who the hell is robbing Lao Tzu!

The big man finished speaking casually, and without looking at the Yang stick that was staring at him, he put his feet on the stump and arranged the leggings.

"Also, this gun is jammed in and out." The poor Yang stick who wanted to pretend to be Ming Gong was interrupted again.

"The magazine is wiped frequently, and it's okay to pull the bolt and oil it more!" I don't know who snatched the stick again!

"I mean, you guys! Don't grab a deal with Lao Tzu! "Yang stick is so angry! If you have a rifle, you will be robbed three times! My bright hand skills shook these thorns.

The stick that came out of breath touched it around, and at a glance I saw the roots of the big tree lying horizontally under the north windowsill of the main house.

This is the old elm tree that died at the entrance of the village, the militia cut down the trunk as a material, and the roots of the tree were dug out and prepared to be chopped for firewood.

Yang Bangzi lucked his luck and strode over, took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and raised his right hand, "Click!" Click! In one go, he split off more than a dozen taproots with his palms.

The people of the district team who were still laughing just now were stunned, the roots of this big tree are not as good as the trunk, the trunk is easy to split, and the roots are tough, not to mention using hands, it is difficult to chop with an axe!

Yang Bangzi exhaled, walked back to the pile of people without blushing and panting, and looked at his four team members with hanging eyes, which means, isn't it for Lao Tzu to make trouble! If you don't show your hands, you really think that Lao Tzu eats dry rice!

"Captain, it's not easy to burn such thick roots, I'll make it fine." The fifth son bent his waist, smiled and walked slowly to the roots scattered on the ground, squatted down, picked up one, and looked at it.

I didn't see the inhalation, I didn't see the luck, I pulled on the root of the tree, and the wide wooden strips flew out, and I picked up one after tearing one, and the wooden strips flew horizontally, and the work of half a bag of cigarettes, the roots of the tree chopped down by the Yang stick became thin wooden strips.

The gang of people in the district squad didn't care too much, they didn't understand, Yang Bangzi could see it, and he thought in his heart, the kung fu shown in his hand was the qi of internal luck, this damn standard eagle claw skill, no wonder when he caught Lao Tzu, as soon as he put on Lao Tzu's arm, Lao Tzu's arm was like a broken one.

"Local comrades, this firewood stick can be used at night." The fifth son snorted haha, walked back behind the big man, squatted down, took out the cigarette pouch and pot, and took out the flint, "Click!" Click! "Playing with a fire sickle.

"The rest of the tree stump is in the way, I'll move somewhere!" The big man rolled up his sleeves, walked over, half-squatted, and hugged the bottom of the stump with his two arms, "Ah! With a strange scream, he lifted a tree stump of several hundred catties, dragged it a few steps, measured the direction of the root of the wall, and threw the stump out five or six meters away with a "whew" as soon as he put his arms up.

Clapped his hands, dusted off the soil on his body, walked back with a big smile, squatted beside the old fifth son, lit the fire and lit the cigarette bag and pot.

"This job is not pretty, it is still in the way!"

It was no one else who said this, it was the little beam that followed Director Cheng into the Guo family's compound, and he never left the fast and slow Liang Zi in Yang Bangzi's waist.

The team members of the district team who were dumbfounded said in their hearts, the three in front of them are all masters, bullish masters! You little brat, what kind of urine can a little jumping bean that is just big enough for a rifle to have!

Xiao Liangzi snorted in his nose, tightened the armed belt in his waist, paced to the roots of the tree, looked left and right, and walked back and forth twice.

Just when everyone stretched their necks and waited to see the strangeness, Xiao Liangzi raised his right leg coldly, and there was a muffled sound of "bang", the dust was flying, and the tree stump flew out three or four meters away against the ground, and it was hitting the courtyard wall, and the wall skin on the wall fell a lot.

Xiao Liangzi patted the soil rubbed on the leggings, and when he walked back to Yang Bangzi, he deliberately raised his face and "hummed" again.

"Good!" The captain of the district squad was the first to slap him! The other team members were also busy applauding and slapping vigorously, which can be regarded as an eye-opener!

"Let's go inside, the chief is still waiting for us to have a meeting, it's useless." The red-faced man who had been wilting and had no words to speak.

After saying that, he walked straight to the main house with his hands behind his back.

Yang Bangzi and the comrades of the district team chatted a few words, beckoning Xiao Liangzi and a few of them to go into the house for a meeting, he walked in Zuihou, and his heart was churning.

Xiao Liangzi's leg kung fu, Yang Bangzi didn't care much, a quasi-commander taught, he is also a boy trained by the commander, in terms of skill, more than ten years deeper than Xiao Liangzi.

The big one is brute force, and at most he has a little bit of hard kung fu, Yang stick doesn't let go of his eyes.

The kung fu in the hands of the old five sons, Yang Bangzi pondered that he could deal with it, looking at the old boy's tuberculosis ghost, he must have been seriously injured, broken vitality, no matter how hard his hands and claws are, he will have to rest for half an hour.

What really made Yang Bangzi a little stunned was this red-faced man, wilted, he went back to the house first, didn't show his kung fu, right?

Wrong, there are two people in the courtyard, and there are only two people who have seen this red-faced man's unique skills, Yang Bangzi's eyes are sharp, and the eyes of the fifth son are bright.

From the place where he had just stumbled to the steps of the main house, there were about a dozen steps. The ground in the courtyard is paved with water-milled blue-striped stones, and the stone surface where the red-faced man walked is covered with radial fine cracks, which cannot be seen without looking carefully.

Yang Bangzixin said, Lu's kung fu in his hands, he can't be practiced hard for decades, this guy has a bit of a background!

Just thinking about the subordinates who were more difficult to deal with each other, Director Cheng walked out of the house, grabbed Yang Stick's arm, and dragged him to the eaves by the door.

"What's the matter, Comrade Stick, everyone has a stunt, can you lead the team? No, I'll say hello to the commander and come in for another person! The director pestle Yang Bangzi punched and said with a smile.

"Without a diamond, who would dare to work on porcelain! If you are not a master, you don't dare to mix under my stick! Yang Bangzi grinned and patted his chest and said.

"The boiled duck is left with a hard mouth, and when will your Yang stick show off your flat mouth!" After the director finished taunting the hard-mouthed Yang stick, he took out a boxy straw paper bag from his briefcase.

"These four comrades are the commander and the political commissar, and I will discuss with you to carefully select the team members who are equipped with them, and the county party committee will send a mission officer to cooperate with your escort work. There are 21 prisoners, plus 6 escorts, for a total of 27 people, and you must take them to the designated place and hand them over to the designated recipients. ”

Director Cheng finished saying these words earnestly, and just handed the paper bag in his hand to Yang Bangzi's hand, and then said the following words, an unfamiliar low voice sounded behind the two.

"And me! I'm the 28th! ”

The director and Yang Bangzi raised their eyes to the sound at the same time, it didn't matter what they looked at, the director was stunned, and Yang Bangzi smiled "hehe".