One morning, in the cramped confinement room, Yang Stick was like a grinding donkey, turning around for an unknown number of times.

The sound of guns and cannons in the east gradually thinned out, and Yang picked up the firewood stick that he had just stuffed in his mouth and chewed badly, and drew a "1" on the adobe wall from top to bottom. After squinting, he counted the paths on the wall with his left hand, and wrote down a total of 17 in his heart.

After counting, he muttered, "This is the 17th charge." Hands were folded, and he crouched in front of the window hole supported by a few sticks of firewood, closed his eyes and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside.

Yang Bangzi is a veteran, when he was 17 years old, he owed a debt to the landlord, and he couldn't help the young master to take up the strong man, and turned the old sleeve into a soldier, and followed Lao Peng and Lao Teng to join the Red Army in Pingjiang.

One of the old soldiers' oil came out of the pile of dead people, and before dawn, he could smell the smell of gun oil everywhere. The heart said that this was going to be a big battle, and he sneezed excitedly, and a thin layer of sweat was dense on the green brain, and he was like a mule with a halter to work in the field.

A palm-sized piece of ground Yang stick turned and grinded all morning. The sound of the guns was so dense that he spun around as if he were trotting all the way, and when the guns were softening, he crouched down and scratched the wall with his branches.

"The little devil of the dog day, he still has a lot of money, the plane lays eggs, small mountain cannons, small steel cannons, ninety-two style, there are really a lot of crooked handles! Bah! Holy shit!"

After not hearing any movement for a long time, Yang Bangzi walked back to the door from the broken window to himself, and there was a burst of hunger in his stomach. After tossing all morning, the sun turned to mid-heaven, and the scorching sun burned the dog's tail grass on the windowsill, and there was no one to bring saliva and fixed rations.

His throat was so thirsty that he smoked, Yang Bangzi ripped off the two handfuls of the torn military uniform on his body, and the close-fitting little man was wet with sweat, and there was a choking smell of sweat.

"Someone! Come! Bring me water and wotou! ! Yang Stick couldn't hold back the fire in his heart and stomach anymore, and even beat and kicked the door made of willow sticks and sticks.

"What's the fuss! What's the fuss! Didn't I bring this to you? A young warrior who looked immature rushed from the next room with a broken clay pot and a gun on his back.

"Lao Tzu is squatting and confinement! It's not a Dharma field! Even if you lose your head, you can eat on the road! If you want to starve to death, you can't do it! ”

"Whoever eats it, he doesn't eat it! Didn't you hear the battle ahead! You're still a company commander, why don't you open your mouth to be Lao Tzu! ”

Yang Bangzi roared, and the little warrior snorted back, through the broken door, the two of them are the same as fighting cocks, you stare at me, I stare at you, and I don't speak.

"Stand back and stand at the root of the window! I'm going to open the door! The little soldier raised his face and yelled at Yang Stick with a big sting.

Yang Bangzi was stunned when he heard this, and muttered in his heart. It's been closed for 5 days, and it's all been handed over from the door to eat and drink, so why is it still open today? Bite? I also want to set a table for Lao Tzu! Liu Quan's little rabbit cub just became the head of the regiment, so he locked up his old squad leader! What's the matter, to make amends?

Yang Bangzi thought wrongly, how could there be a table! When he had slipped back under the window, the little warrior made a pout, opened the lock on the door, put the broken kettle on the ground, and took out a broken clay bowl from the satchel at his waist and buckled it on the kettle.

Yang Stick, who was so thirsty that his throat was hot and painful, rushed up in stride, but he didn't use the broken bowl, his mouth was against the spout, and he poured it "goo dong goo dong"!

His action frightened the little soldier a lot, took two steps back, stood outside the door, and took off the gun behind his back with a "bang", and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Yang's stick.

Yang Stick, who drank a pot of water in one go, didn't put this nervous little soldier and the broken Hanyang in his eyes at all, and thought to himself: "The recruit has a egg, and the bolt of the gun is not pulled, and he still wants to scare Lao Tzu!" "I didn't even glance at the little warrior.

"Where's the nest! Little cub! I've had hundreds of strokes under my hands like you! I don't pull the bolt, if I were your company commander, I would go up and give you a big ear scraper! ”

The little soldier was frightened by the fierce roar of Yang Stick, his little face turned pale, he lowered his head to look at the gun in his hand, tilted his head and looked at the bolt again, and blushed and drooped his head.

"Wotou! Look what you're doing with that burning stick! I'm starving to death! Yang Bangzi was really anxious, clenched his fists and kicked the little soldier viciously.

"Nope! Not! No nest head! The little guy who was frightened by Yang's roar and raised his head stuttered replied.

"What! What are you doing here! I'll kick you to death! Yang Stick raised one leg and made a gesture to kick the recruit egg outside the door.

The little soldier hurriedly dodged and took a few steps back, and only after standing firm did he understand that Yang Stick was just pretending, and his feet did not step out of the door an inch, so he put his mind at ease, wiped the sweat on his face and said, "Yes!" Be! It's not a nest! The regimental commander asked me to call you to the regimental headquarters. ”

"What? The head of the regiment asked me to go to the regiment headquarters? ”

Yang Bangzi listened to the little warrior say this coldly, and he really didn't believe his ears. It was this ungrateful Liu Quan who, in front of thousands of people in the whole regiment, announced that he would revoke his position as company commander and be locked up for 15 days.

"Don't go! You go back and tell Liu Quan of the dog day! Lao Tzu doesn't go to his bullshit group! Let him bring pancakes to Lao Tzu! ”

After speaking, Yang Stick turned around, lifted the broken kettle that had run out of water, threw it to the little soldier with a raised hand, sat on the threshold with his buttocks, took off the military hat with a brushed edge on his head, and fanned the wind.

The little guy who was hit by the kettle that was thrown over listened to Yang Stick's noise, and had no idea, and when he caught the kettle, the butt of the gun smashed his foot and face, and the tears of pain were not held back, so he simply sat on the ground and wiped his tears, and his thin shoulders twitched and twitched.

Yang Bangzi looked at the new recruit who was sitting on the ground crying and was quite sad, and he was so angry in his heart, where did he recruit this soldier! Can you charge like this? Can you fight with a devil with a bayonet?

sighed, his heart softened, and Liu Quan was angry, he couldn't compete with a little soldier, and spread the word, saying that we were bullying recruits, and it was good to say that it was not good.

Never mind! Yang Stick stood up, retied the loose leggings that had been grinding all morning, and walked up to the little guy who was still sobbing while wearing a military uniform, and gave a kick to his buttocks. "Let's go! Follow me to the regimental headquarters! After speaking, he buckled the discipline button, put his hands on his back, and walked out of the courtyard door by himself.

The little soldier got up from the ground with a bone, hurriedly put on his gun, carried the broken water bottle, and trotted behind Yang Stick who was striding meteor, wiping away the tears that fell from time to time.

The regimental headquarters was half a village away from the confinement room. Xiwangzhuang is the largest village within a radius of 100 miles, and more than 300 households are densely separated by more than a dozen alleys. At the west end of the village is the land temple where the incense was very strong in the past, and now it is the headquarters of the old third regiment.

As soon as Yang Bangzi, who was hungry and panicked, stepped into the threshold of the courtyard of the Land Temple, he shouted, "What about Liu's big ass!" Liu's big ass! Bring me a pancake! ”

The roar like thunder shook the roof and threw a pile of slag, startling the old swallows and the little swallows in the swallow's nest at the door. The people in the room who were busy in front of the map and in front of the table stared at this stunned thing!

"Yang stick! You're dumbfounded! King Eight Donkey Ball Ball Ground! Attention! Following Yang Bangzi's roar, another dialect sounded with the same southern accent.

Strange, with an angry face, seven dissatisfied and eight angry Yang sticks, after hearing this hoarse and low words, just like a mouse who saw a cat, after a standard upright action, straightened his waist without moving.

"I heard that you Yang Er was stunned and fat! It's hard in the crotch! No one is convinced, no! As the words fell, a soldier with a thin body walked in from outside the door, and when he passed by Yang Bangzi in an upright posture, he didn't lift his eyelids.

"Report to the Commander! Yang Daye came to report to the regiment headquarters! "It's really strange, just now he was so majestic and high-spirited, Yang Bangzi's legs who were going to come to the regiment headquarters to eat pancakes were actually trembling, and his cheeks were sweating.

This made the little soldier who followed the courtyard stunned, and thought to himself, this inconspicuous little man, who looked like a young man, was actually a commander, and it was really rare for Yang Stick, who looked like a tower, to tremble with fright! When our head saw Yang Bangzi, they all walked around.

Yang Bangzi is not afraid of no, the commander of the Sixth Army Division, is the squad leader of the year when Yang Bangzi carried a gun and ate military rations, when he participated in the Pingjiang Uprising, he was picked up from the pile of dead people and ran for more than 10 miles, and later he was the introduction of his party member, he was shot for him during the Long March, and now there are two eye-catching scars on his cheeks.

The most important thing is Yang Stick, who has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, but he can't beat this dry little old man like a firewood stick.

So Yang Bangzi, who was not convinced by anyone, couldn't help but tremble when he saw the commander's old superior.

"You're here to report? How do I think you look like you're fighting a tyrant! Say! Why are you locked up! The commander raised his eyebrows, then turned around and picked up the telegram paper on the table and looked at it.

"Report to the Commander! Yang Daye privately and the local people pulled Guagua, and accidentally injured the masses. As soon as he finished saying this, several staff officers and newspaper operators in the room covered their mouths and snickered, Yang Bangzi's had already spread throughout the entire Sixth Division.

"! I just can't control that little bit of egg goods in my crotch! Today, Lao Tzu will help you completely solve the problem of goods! After speaking, the commander turned around sharply and grabbed the crotch of Yang Stick like lightning!