After a heated discussion, the two teams named Chuliang Cement and Ping An Groceries respectively.

In this way, two teams with the naming characteristics of the Chinese Super League were born.

The brandy was also gone, Xu San wiped his mouth, "Little train, I'm leaving!" About the day after tomorrow, every two or three days, An Hong will come over to teach you Chinese. ”

Thomas stood up, waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and get out, Miss Anhong can come by herself when the time comes, you bastard, don't come." ”

At half past nine, it was completely dark, but there were still people busy in the cement factory.

Xiaohong looked at the busy puppet army and whispered, "If they weren't puppet soldiers, it would probably be a very happy thing to have such a job." ”

"They're happy now, and I didn't let them work for nothing!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Xiaohong said in a low voice, "I think these puppet soldiers respect you more than He Yong." ”

"If you have milk, you are a mother, they listen to me to have money, food, and I can get out of the eight roads, so of course I have more respect than He Yong."

Xiaohong nodded and leaned into Xu San's ear, "Well, what you said makes a lot of sense, is it possible to pull up a team to revolt?" ”

"Smack!"

A burst of chestnut, the little red tears almost flowed out, she covered her head, glared at her eyes and said, "Why are you beating me!?" ”

"Did you drink too much? Start a Mao Yi, just the five battalions of these cowards, it's okay to escape, if you really want to revolt, I'm afraid it won't take half a day to suppress it, do you really think his special combat team is cabbage Bangzi everywhere? ”

Under the moonlight, Yamamoto covered his nose and let out a dull sneez.

He frowned, this sneeze came without warning, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, he was afraid that he would make a sound.

Even so, it also attracted the attention of several special combat personnel around him.

After making a safe gesture, Yamamoto leaned against the tree and continued to sleep.

In autumn, the nights are still a little cool, and the heavy rain during the day makes the whole valley look cold and humid.

After a while, there was a rustling sound from the bushes on the side, not loud, but it was very clear in the wilderness.

Several special combat team members in the vicinity immediately raised their guns and stood on guard.

"Crabs from Hokkaido."

A muffled voice came from the bushes, and when the special operators heard this, they put away their guns and changed directions to keep on guard.

The sound of "rustling" came from the bushes again, and then a person came out of it, and it was seen that this person was also a special combat officer.

When Yamamoto saw someone coming, he beckoned to him and motioned for him to come over.

The visitor nodded, then walked quickly to Yamamoto's side, and said in a low voice, "Report to Yamamoto Daisa, the information has been investigated." ”

"Say!" Yamamoto said one word simply.

"Hey! In the southwest of this valley there was indeed a field hospital of the Eighth Route Army. ”

"What scale?" Yamamoto continued.

"The scale is ominous, the number of garrisons is ominous."

"Yaga! Are you waste? Yamamoto growled, feeling like he had waited two hours to get this result, and he was very unhappy.

"Hey! Subordinates are incompetent! ”

The cold moonlight shone on Yamamoto's face, he was not angry, only calm, he did not smoke his subordinates' mouths like other devil officers, but said lightly, "Murakami, you don't have to admit your mistake first, let's talk about the information you investigated first." ”

"Hey!" Murakami bowed his head lightly and said, "The subordinates and Okamoto-kun turned around the periphery twice, and found that the other party's open and dark sentinels were very cleverly arranged, and there was almost no way to sneak in, but we reconnoitred from a distance, there were nine improvised buildings, and it was estimated that the garrison had a platoon, about thirty doctors and nurses, and the rest of the patients were estimated to be about one hundred. ”

Yamamoto stared at Murakami for a moment and asked, "What about Okamoto?" ”

"He's still on the perimeter."

Yamamoto nodded, picked up a branch on the ground, drew an "L" on the ground and said, "You take Yasuo Ikeda and Okamoto Round now, and then stay here and wait for the eight roads to evacuate, and then wait for the ambush." ”

"Hey!" Murakami bowed his head and accepted the order!

Yamamoto waved his hand, arranged another ambush point, and then sighed faintly.

This time, he and Okazaki went out to fight in the jungle, and in order to find the arsenal of the Eighth Route Army, they forcibly divided the team of 500 people into more than 20 squads to search for a wide net.

As a result, no arsenal was found, but a suspected field hospital was unexpectedly found, so Yamamoto's team of less than twenty people planned to attack it.

However, according to the information sent back by the scouts, it is obvious that this hospital is not small and not easy to fight.

After being hurt by Ding Wei, Yamamoto lost half of his elite, which made his attitude towards the Eighth Route Army more cautious.

Intelligence said that a platoon is about 60 people, but there are only 18 people on his side, although they are all elites, but this time he doesn't dare to harden steel, because he can't afford to lose these elites.

Looking up at the bright moon and the deep starry sky, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and then beckoned a communications soldier with a radio on his back, "Call the headquarters!" ”

"Hey!" The signal corps received the order and immediately began to prepare for the delivery.

"Yamamoto Special Combat Team, Yamamoto Daisa needs air support, target, abduction ditch, Eighth Route Army field hospital."

"Hey!" The communications officer said yes and began to send out the report.

Ten minutes later, the communications corps, "Report, the command agreed to air support, but we need guidance." ”

Yamamoto raised his hand to look at the time and said, "Call back, set fire to the third watch!" ”

The road is dim, and there is only a light on the road ahead.

The mountain breeze was bleak, and a cold chill poured into Xiaohong's collar, making her shiver, and then she pressed her body tightly against Xu San's body.

The cheapest consequence is to attract a ruthless bite from Xiaohong.

twisted the accelerator, the motorcycle scurried, Xiaohong's body instantly leaned back, and he was so frightened that he quickly hugged Xu San.

Xu San laughed strangely and muttered quietly, "Play with me, you little girl is still too tender." ”

"Humph! What's wrong with tenderness, at least fresh! Xiaohong said indignantly.

Xu San didn't reply again, drunk driving, night roads, and rugged mountain roads really didn't make him have much energy to talk to Xiaohong.

The speed of the car slowly slowed down, and then it stopped.

He took off his coat and handed it to Xiaohong, "Put it on first, see how cold you are like a quail." ”

"Who's the quail, who's the quail, I'm cold not because you're driving too fast!" Although she was complaining, her heart was still warm.

"Don't pull it down, know that I'm in front of you to block the wind." As he spoke, he pulled out a bright flashlight and shone it in front of him.