When Zhao Yiren reached middle age, the hairline was getting higher and higher, and the top of his head already had a tendency to develop towards the Mediterranean. It's not easy to fiddle with his hairstyle www.biquge.info, and even the flat short hair that everyone in the army has is the same, and there is an indescribable weirdness in his head.

MIssFox changed the style of the haircut that was pushed and cut just now, and slowly fiddled with Zhao Yi's head.

"Miss, are you a foreign grinder? Do you see that there are two people over there? Zhao Yi teased MissFox.

"Uncle, that's someone else's head shape is easy to take care of, you don't look at your own brain, hey, what are you good at, such a big braincase, you still have a fleshy face, it's difficult to design a hairstyle with such a big face." MissFox muttered.

"Hey, look at my brain, it's all my fault that you're tired." Zhao Yi also played poor.

MissFOX took care of it for a while, and the soldiers who were watching on the side began to whistle and shout. The buzz of the electric pusher and shears motor was a bit loud, and Zhao Yi vaguely heard what I ate this dog food, which is a fancy show or something.

"Alas, alas, alas. Miss, I said what are you doing on my head, you see that this group of monkeys is like taking care of chicken blood. "This is not a barber shop, just set up a folding chair in the open air and start a haircut, there is no mirror, and Zhao Yi can't see his current hairstyle.

"Ah, when they see the girl one day, it's not like they've been beaten with chicken blood, why are you bothering them." MissFox glanced at the coaxing GIs with a roll of her eyes.

"No, no, the amount of chicken blood they beat today is a bit large, listening to the whistle, this coax." Zhao Yi felt that it must be MissFox who was tricking himself on his hairstyle.

MissFox didn't speak this time, just concentrated on the haircut. Zhao Yi felt that she was in a good mood, her movements were getting lighter and faster, and her eyes were about to squint into a line.

"Well, perfect. The length of the hair should not exceed an inch, and the hair should not cover the ears. Well, they all meet Yuan Jie's requirements. I'll give you another shave, and you're good to go. MissFox tilted her head to admire her work.

"Shaving? I'll do it myself, I've got a razor. Zhao Yi hurriedly said.

"Cut, if you were willing to shave, you could still keep it for so long. Don't move, be careful to scratch your face. MissFox couldn't help but pull out a safety razor to shave him.

"Uncle, you smell all over your body, how long have you been wearing this dress. I can smell you with two masks. MissFox shaved him, and his face was closer. Although she complained about the taste on Zhao Yiyi's body, she didn't see any disgusted expression.

"It's not long, aren't you waiting for the number to take a bath, well, it seems that we have to find a way to solve this difficult bathing problem......." Zhao Yi interrupted embarrassedly.

"Report to the chief, Executive Committee Member Lu Xiangyang asked you to return to the command center immediately. Five minutes earlier, our patrol had found an ambush of Japanese troops near Pulandian. A herald ran over and said breathlessly.

"I wipe, ambush? Your sister, we didn't go to the door, and they did things again. Zhao Yi pushed away MissFox's hand, which was shaving him, tore off the bib around his neck and stood up and ran towards the command center.

"What's going on? Lao Lu, how is the patrol going, are there any casualties? As soon as he entered the command center, Zhao Yi hurriedly asked.

"Our platoon of foot patrols was ambushed by the Japanese, who had about 400 men. Our patrol now has five wounded, three of whom are more seriously wounded. Today, however, they crossed the Saddle River in a Humvee, and the Humvee convoy was five kilometres behind them, ready to support. Lu Xiangyang briefly reported the situation on the front line.

"Let Vulture 1 lift off into the sky, what are the Japanese going to do? Ambush the patrol, and not a full-scale assault on our Thirty-Mile Fort base? This is not a scare to the snake, and it is not in line with their habit of gambling. Zhao Yi was also puzzled by this situation.

Since the Orange Zone began to accept indigenous people, the North American Mustang OV-10D has not lifted off to the skies. The reason, of course, is to avoid the impact of the plane taking off too much on the natives in the Orange District and causing unnecessary commotion. In addition, the crossing people also deliberately reduce the frequent military operations to reduce the vigilance of the Japanese army, and they have already prepared a new action to retaliate against the Japanese army.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese army struck first, and it was not a sudden attack by a large Japanese army that had crossed the embankment. The Japanese army only ambushed a platoon patrol that crossed the public on Fuzhou Avenue and near Pulandian.

The North American Mustang, which received the order, scrambled into the air and took off from the runway in the green paint area with a loud roar from the two engines.

The runway of the green paint area is no more than a kilometer away from the orange area, and the natives in the orange area can clearly see the North American Mustang attack plane taking off. Some indigenous people have begun to kneel and kowtow, this big guy who is screaming and flying up is not a fairy or a demon, anyway, it is something that they need to kneel and worship in their hearts.

Ma San had seen a lot of modern machinery that had traveled through many people, but this time seeing the North American Mustang attack plane take off, it still made him feel a little weak in his knees. It turned out that the kite he saw a few days ago that often flew in the sky on the Liaodong Peninsula was so big, and the strange screams it made were also very scary.

"Don't be in a daze, it's a plane. There are people on it, not some gods and monsters. Lu Xiaobei didn't know when he walked behind Ma San.

"What about Wang Ergou? I saw you with him just now. Lu Xiaobei asked.

"He went to the shooting range to practice his gun." Ma San turned around and saw Shi Lu Xiaobei talking to him, and immediately got up from the bench to answer.

"Call him back, and a dog and a man, you all go to the MI office in the Orange District and stand by, the Japanese have attacked our patrol." After Lu Xiaobei finished explaining, he turned around and left.

The orange area was full of chickens and dogs, a group of ignorant indigenous people were kneeling to pay homage to the North American Mustang attack planes that had taken off, and the soldiers who were getting haircuts and waiting for haircuts were swearing all kinds of unclean curses in their mouths, and rushed to their troop station. Ma San sighed lightly, it seems that this Keju competition is going to be in vain, and this Wayi is really it, but he chose this time to make trouble. What do you say you're making trouble, have you been able to beat this gang of people in Thirty Mile Fort? It can only add blockage to people and sweep people's interest.

It wasn't just Ma Sanyi who was swept away, but MissFox also muttered in a low voice that the beard was almost not clean.

Different from Ma San's mysterious self-confidence, the command center is tense and busy. The radio channels were filled with the shouts of people, and the staff officers were constantly marking the current location of the units on the map on the wall.

Zhao Yi crossed his hands in front of his chest, frowned, listened carefully to the information fed back by various departments, and thought about the measures to deal with it.

What the hell are the Japanese going to do? Why ambush our patrol in the direction of Pulandian? There had been peace on both sides for several days, and even on D+15, when the rescue team was so close to the front of the Japanese position, both sides exercised restraint and there was no grabbing and fire.

"This is Vulture One, and we've reached the target area. Repeat, we have reached the target area. "Pulandian is more than 10 kilometers away from Thirty Mile Fort, and it is only a few minutes from the North American Mustang to the flying.

"Report on the situation on the front." Zhao Yi conveyed the command through the microphone.

"The patrol exchanged fire with the Japanese on a high ground, and the two sides are currently facing off, and the Japanese army cannot attack the high ground for the time being. The Humvee convoy was expected to arrive at the site of the exchange of fire in five minutes, and no Japanese troops were found within visual range of the rescue force. No reinforcements were found. Li Sifeng reported on the fighting.

This is even more strange, it is not a siege point to send reinforcements, and the Japanese army does not give additional support to the ambush troops, what are they going to do? Zhao Yi was puzzled.