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Regiment Commander Cao calmly commanded the bandits under his command to carry out combat tasks step by step. In the eyes of Old Man Ao, who is becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, he already has a certain style of a general.

As a general, you should maintain this style of not changing your face when the sky collapses in front of you. It's not about pretending to be cool, it's about the necessary professionalism that a true leader should have. It's like running naked with a clean strip, and even swaying the picture of his guy jumping and scolding the street, Old Man Ao never wants to see it a second time. When people are older, sometimes they are used to the old-fashioned route that is not alarming, and it is not suitable to take an alternative youthful route, so as not to die suddenly of myocardial infarction.

&nbs￠，★anshu→ba.p; Anyway, we have to wait for the head of the leather sect to come before we can carry out the most critical plan for the next step, so now the order of the head of the Cao regiment is to guard the exits of the various crypts and wait for the rear army of the head of the leather sect to arrive.

More than a hundred rat-man patrols have not reported to the clan for most of the day, even fools know what this means, since there is a patrol team, then it is definitely an arrangement to give back to the clan according to a certain time. Even if this rat tribe is not a high-level organization, this basic routine can still be learned.

It is estimated that the underground rat people sensed that something was wrong, so some rat people came out of the crypt one after another to see what was going on. Of course, it is not excluded that there are rat people who come out to breathe, after all, staying underground all day long, even rat people will not get used to it. The best way to distinguish their identities is through the equipment on them, and some of the rat-people who have come out of the country are even dressed in dirty coarse cloth clothes. However, the raiders of the raiding regiment treated them equally, and killed one as long as they found one, and would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. The heart is ruthless to the extreme.

The pit dogs were all restrained in the fanged mouths, and the raiders who were squatting in the camp were also hiding near the mouth of the crypt with the help of terrain and some environments. As long as those rat people get out of the crypt for a certain distance, they will appear silently like undead, directly cutting off their back path. After quickly cutting through the chaos and killing the rat man, and then quickly cleaning the battlefield and hiding again, it became the only main theme during the time of waiting for the rear army.

There are many rats that come out every time, only one when there are few, and more than a few or even more than ten. The unlucky bandits waited for a long time, just waited for one, and a few guys rushed over. A three-inch nail-like rat man was not enough for them to cut, and from time to time they could hear the scolding of the bandits. Some guys are even drawing fists, the purpose is to divide the heads, these rat people are the real achievements of the military exploits, and they are also dry goods that can be taken out to say two sentences in ordinary bragging. If you go back and ask others, you won't have any blood on your knife, it will be a shame, so you must be treated strictly.

The luckiest one was the first to be discovered. There were already three teams of equipped rat-man warriors, each with a dozen or so of them. And squatting there are a few bit fighters, who can be said to have made a lot of money, and everyone has at least a few heads. looked at the other bandits, his eyes were red, and he felt that he was not so lucky.

Especially one of the guys in this group, his cousin made a lot of gangsters chew on the root of their tongues. Every time he seized the opportunity to quickly cut down an opponent, he would make an extremely exaggerated gesture of celebration. Or yelling, or pounding your chest to show off your tendon muscles. His flirtatious behavior often makes people think that he just cut down an ordinary rat man. It's like successfully killing the enemy's core commander in the midst of thousands of troops.

He's that, Nate, every knife is worth a fortune, Robinson. Once upon a time, this little potato, who was beaten violently by the boss with a group of heroes from the giant forest with the Blessing Divine Comedy, has the characteristics of a typical bit fighter, and his whole body is full of energy, bravery, and unparalleled passion. During the hellish training of the raiding regiment, this guy forged himself like a muscular pimple, and at a glance he knew that he was not a good stubble.

This kind of good thing didn't last long, and the continuous sending of people out was all in vain, even if the rat-man boss Webber was a brain-dead, he knew that something was wrong, so the whole world was quiet. In the twilight of the wasteland, all that remained was the breathing and soft-spoken braggart of the raiders.

What can the rat-people do? When they feel something is wrong, the only thing they do is to stay underground, and that's their safest harbor. Even if today's situation is indescribably weird, they will not show even the slightest curiosity. And the enemy did not appear directly in their lair, it would still make them feel safe, if these unknown enemies outside had that ability, they would probably have rushed in and cut people. The situation is such a strange stalemate, the difference is that the rats are frightened, and the raiders are relaxed.

Regiment Commander Cao was also happy to be idle, and ordered all combat units to make fires on the spot and camp and barbecue, how to have fun and how to play. Since you can't play the little game of whack-a-mole anymore, you can simply let go of your hands and feet and let them be afraid in the nest. This is also psychological warfare, and Commander Cao doesn't care about making them uncomfortable a little more.

So clusters of bonfires rose in the wasteland, and all kinds of songs began to sound, and the good and the bad came into battle. The usual qiē entertainment items of the raiding group also took turns, and they had a lot of fun.

The movement they created was indeed enough to toss the underground rat people, and it was a luxury to hope that any rat man would be able to enter the dream peacefully tonight.

When the sky full of stars couldn't bear the loneliness and began to decorate the sky, Commander Cao looked forward to the stars and the moon and finally waited for the rear army led by the head of the Pi sect, and he was almost so excited that he burst into tears. Counting it up, the rear army of the head of Pi Jiaotou is the absolute key to this encirclement and suppression battle, and if they don't come, Captain Cao's one-man show will not be able to sing. Look at those gangsters who are tired of playing all the shows they can play and are a little sleepy, and if they don't play the main drama again, Captain Cao is really worried that they will sleep with regrets, which will affect their mood.

"My day!" Pi Jiaotou wore a thick mask around his face, and when he walked to the ground and saw the corrupt pictures of warblers singing and dancing everywhere, he immediately started scolding.

A lot of people is easy to do, so many people are in battle, and almost all the entrances to the rat people's crypts have been pulled out. It really made Pi Jiaotou feel much more lively than when he was squatting alone and drinking the northwest wind, and it can even be described as wonderful. But looking at the happy days of these bandits, and then looking at the hardships he had traveled along the way and the nature of the work he was engaged in, Pi Jiaotou really wanted to beat the big back with a wicked smile on the face in front of him.

The majestic posture of the rear army led by the head of the Pi Jiao was quite spectacular, and there were hundreds of huge trailers, all of which had been brought from Stuttgart before. In order to cope with this encirclement and suppression war, half of them were used as strategic materials, and each trailer was stacked with large clay pots or wooden barrels, which were tightly covered. The rear soldiers who came in the trailer were all dressed in the same attire as the leather heads. They all wore thick masks, and they were obviously disgusted by the strategic materials they were transporting. However, despite the instructions of these top leaders, they still unswervingly completed their work.

Wherever these strategic materials passed, Trane's Bit Dog with his nose ran to the side with his tail between his legs, because of the stench, and there were even a lot of flies buzzing and circling on those cans. It was an indescribable stench, to be exact, the smell of dung, and hundreds of trailers were full of it.

"Old skin. Is there a problem with the goods, is it enough?Is it enough?" Captain Cao asked with a cold face while holding a cigar. The priest's robe hung over his shoulders like a cloak, and his face with a large back flickered in the light of the campfire beside him. He looked like a gangster who traded with his partners under the cover of night.

"You're embarrassed to say. Why don't you come to do this work yourself? Dirty work and tiring work, old man to do it, you eat and drink spicy food, what kind of person!" Leather took a step forward. Stretching out a hand, he covered the face of the head of the regiment and said, "Don't you care if you are strong enough? Come and smell it, Lao Tzu is about to turn into a dung man after being smoked today! Is it enough? Are you afraid that you won't have enough to eat?"

The head of the leather sect is really smoked out of the smell of dung. It is not difficult to understand how unhappy he is at the moment, and Head Cao directly covered his nose and hid behind Old Man Ao.

"Old Pi, this is your mistake, we have discussed it in advance. At the beginning, you couldn't guess it yourself, and when I asked you if you were willing to take on the burden of being in charge of key strategic materials, you agreed, and no one forced you with a knife. It's so inhuman to come here to shout and vent now. Head Cao wiped his hairstyle and said righteously.

"Lao Tzu is inhuman? Why didn't you say that this strategic material is poop? Does Lao Tzu look like a dung digger?"

"Anyway, I didn't force you, you are curious, I am just pushing the boat with the flow to satisfy your curious wishes. Dare to say no?" Captain Cao was confident, and he had already seen through the mind of the head of the leather sect.

was robbed of white by such a pass, and the head of the leather sect was really a little embarrassed. At that time, this big back head really didn't force him to do this dirty work, but he was just playing tricks, pretending to be unfathomable, and teasing the leather head to the itch. It was indeed because the head of the leather sect himself was unproductive and could not resist the drive of curiosity that he agreed to this errand.

A man is a man, and it is difficult to chase a horse when he says it. A man among men like Pi Jiaotou is definitely not a person who breaks his word and gets fat, he is a good man, even if he gets a thousand gold, it is not as good as getting Pi Jiaotou. As soon as the head of the Pi Sect was accepted at that time, the head of the Cao regiment hypocritically deducted countless high hats for him, and held the head of the Pi Sect fluttering. It's a pity that the head of the Pi sect doesn't have a complete understanding of the insidiousness of Captain Cao, otherwise he should have understood that when Captain Cao is so stingy and praises, it is definitely very bad news.

Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, and the head of the leather sect can only admit it. At most, he wanted to slap his two big mouths, but it was he who nodded his head and ruined his reputation in one life. A high-ranking officer of the once glorious Green Armor Division has become a hard-working dung digger in the blink of an eye, and the gap is too big.

In the end, the head of the leather sect who had already eaten and digested it could only insinuate in a weird way that the head of Cao was a tender bamboo and a flat shoulder to pick up a big basket, and the future was terrifying. It can be summed up from his eyes that in the future, even if Captain Cao has a good deal to hand over to him, he will definitely think carefully for ten days and half a month before taking ...... (The novel will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "ddxiaoshuo" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)