Looking at the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian's appearance of wanting to ask but not daring to ask, Zhang Sixing smiled faintly,

"I'll be straight, I need fifty good soldiers, and if you pick the best among you, it's the first."

Who is a good soldier and who can fight, in fact, these soldiers know it.

"Second, give them your box guns, wooden boxes, and steel helmets, and prepare five Czechs for us, enough ammunition."

At this time, Li Youtian's face changed color, and he waited to refute Hans on the side. Raul was on fire, pulling the ugly German-style Chinese Tao,

"This is an order, and I want to be court-martialed."

In a word, everyone was dumbfounded.

Seeing their reactions, Zhang Sixing deliberately explained,

"It's a loan, if we can go back, people will pay you back, and now we all go back and pick people and equipment to report to me."

A German instructor spoke, and the speed of execution of the order was much faster than Zhang Sixing's order.

Probably everyone knows that the Germans are rigid and dogmatic, and if they don't carry out orders, they may really be reported to Shangfeng, and Shangfeng will really shoot all those who don't carry out orders.

The reason, of course, was not combat ineffectiveness, but disobedience to the orders of the German instructors.

In their eyes, German officers were not as good as their own. Say a few nice words, stuff a cigarette, or break a few bucks, and most things can be suppressed.

Soon someone came to inform the team that it was ready, I don't know if I was embarrassed, the big cigarette pouch Li Youtian didn't show up.

Fifty people lined up in two lines, all of them sturdy men, all with steel helmets on their heads.

The style is a bit miscellaneous, French, English, German, and Japanese, but it is well equipped.

Except for the five light machine guns, the main and auxiliary shooters accounted for 10 people, and the rest of the people were all equipped with box guns, both fast and slow machines and semi-automatic.

Surprisingly, Zhang Sixing found Guan Shijie, the company commander of the Northeast Army, in the two-row line.

"Commander Guan, you ......"

The corners of his mouth hidden under the beard twitched, and he smiled at Zhang Sixing,

"Sir, I can see that you want to do a big ticket, and my brother also wants to get a vote, so I will be your deputy by the way."

This thing is a soldier, and he is still full of gangsterism when he speaks. What is the "big ticket", Lao Tzu is taking you to fight, and it is not good to kidnap tickets.

Nodding slightly and not answering, Zhang Sixing continued to arrange,

"I'll lead the commando, you're the team deputy, and Hansen, you'll lead the fire support team."

At the end, Zhang Sixing suddenly changed to German to greet Hansen. Raul.

Hansen's eyes widened when he heard his order, and he didn't understand if today's chief had taken the wrong medicine, and muttered,

"What, sir, you actually asked me to command the fire support group, and you led the commando team for this ......"

Apparently Hansen. Raul disagreed with his order, but unfortunately he was glared at by Zhang Sixing, so he didn't dare to say any more.

Excluding the ten members of the machine gun crew, the assault team totaled forty people, and Zhang Sixing, Guan Shijie, and Hu Yang commanded ten people respectively.

But there was still a lack of an assault detachment, and just as Zhang Sixing was looking in the queue in front of him and wanted to find a suitable candidate, someone suddenly ran to the front with galloping steps.

"Report, my name is Li Jixian, I am the commander of the guard platoon, my old man is a big cigarette pouch, he asked me to die, I came."

Listening to this two of them like Guipu, and listening to this kid's words, Zhang Sixing almost couldn't help laughing.

The people in the assault team were not very old, and when they heard this answer, several people immediately couldn't hold back their laughter.

Raising his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, he deserves to be his father's species.

The slightly long face but the eyes should follow his mother, a pair of obvious Danfeng eyes, better than some girls' eyes.

Not only that, but he also has a box gun, but it is the kind of semi-automatic, surprisingly double matched.

Those who dare to use double guns, Zhang Sixing is admired.

People who know the goods know how to dare to use double guns, this kind of person is born with an excellent sense of guns, and he is a head higher than ordinary people in shooting training.

If those two box guns were not used to load, they would be able to suppress the rifles of a squad of Japanese soldiers at close range on the battlefield.

"Okay, you bring the remaining ten people and four captains out of the ranks, and everyone is familiar with each other."

After giving the order, he said to the four captains,

"Come here, yes, I want to talk to you about a few things."

Night raids, of course, are best in silent conditions.

It is estimated that none of these people know military sign language, and they do not have a complete set of night light contact technology.

In addition, looking at their appearance, they are not usually used to bringing box guns to wooden boxes.

But before he could speak, a somewhat angry Guipu came,

"My little ancestor...... You just don't listen to Lao Tzu, what kind of thing is this to do? ”

Li Youtian, the big cigarette pouch who rushed over, looked at his son standing beside Zhang Sixing with high spirits, his wrinkled eyelids kept blinking.

"Dad, you...... If you don't let me die, I'll ......"

When he replied to his father, Li Jixian was not polite at all.

looked at this scene of the light comedy performed by the Li father and son, Zhang Sixing didn't interject, just wanted to see how it would develop.

In my heart, I don't want to let Li Jixian go, and the people who don't join the commando automatically for others are hot-blooded young people, and they are the only hope for the country.

Thinking about how many so-called "successful people" in that life, as soon as they heard that there was a war, they became a wreck who only wanted to emigrate.

How many Chinese people are busy in the market and alleys for their livelihood on weekdays.

However, when he heard of the national disaster, he immediately took the case and went to his death.

I would like to ask, when you are a person, who succeeds and who fails!

Seeing that he couldn't talk to his son, Li Youtian, the big cigarette pouch, grinned and went straight to Zhang Sixing with a shy face.

Bowed, face up, smiling...... To be honest, it's ugly, and the teeth are extra yellow.

It's just that in the overlapping eyelids, the tears that came out in a hurry but didn't dare to fall really made Zhang Sixing a little sour.

He didn't speak, but his head kept pointing like a bow, and his waist never straightened.

"Sir Zhang, look...... Jixian is the only son in my family, you take him like this...... Sir Zhang, you are doing well, you are doing well. ”

As he spoke, his hand quietly puffed and muttered.

Stretching out his fingers and feeling the long strip of metal, Zhang Sixing knew it in his heart but pushed it back.

patted the old cigarette pouch on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear,

"Camp Commander Li, don't worry too much, let's just go over and take a look."

Looking at his breezy face, the scalp of the old cigarette pouch was numb, and he thought that the little devil was so easy to deal with.

The Chinese army is four times the size of the others, and they have all lost in Shanghai, and you dare to say such a thing after only a few days of coming.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Sixing's words made him even more like a fried chicken.

"If you're lucky, you can get the two cannons back, and if you're unlucky, you can blow them up and withdraw."

"Sir, sir......"

With a cry in his mouth, he reached out and pulled out two gold bars from his trouser pocket.

In a hurry, he didn't avoid people's eyes, but he just looked up and hoped to impress him with hidden tears, a flattering smile and a gold bar in his hand.

Without waiting for Zhang Sixing to answer, Li Jixian had already shouted with red eyes,

"Ouch my old man, what are you going to make trouble, the older you get, the more ...... you get"