In a blink of an eye, two days passed.

Time came to the third day of the Lunar New Year in 1941.

Since last night, the entire Zhaojiayu has been decorated with lights.

The independent group headquarters was cleaned up in a spotless manner, and the red character "四" was pasted on the window frames.

The cooking squad leader Lao Wang and more than a dozen cooks were busy kneading noodles, chopping horse meat, and making dumplings.

The 20,000 kilograms of white flour sent by the brigade commander came just in time, just in time for Li Yunlong's wedding banquet.

Yes, Li Yunlong, a rude man, is getting married, and the bride is the chairman of Zhao Jiayu's wife rescue, Yang Xiuqin.

As the political commissar of the Independent Regiment, Zhao Gang was not under his control except for the war, but in his control, including organizing the wedding for Li Yunlong.

Then, a sprint is as fierce as a tiger.

But I forgot the most important thing.

"Xiao Wang?Xiao Wang!" Zhao Gang lifted the curtain and came out.

Wang Ye walked in from the front yard in response and asked, "Political Commissar, what's the matter?"

Zhao Gang said: "Do you know which town around our base can buy red cloth?"

"Red cloth?" Wang Ye scratched his head and said, "This matter is very difficult. Now let alone red cloth, it is difficult to buy even ordinary printed cloth from the market. The Japanese are blocking it tightly."

Zhao Gang said: "If I buy it well, I will look for you?"

"That's right." Wang Ye smiled and said, "I know there is a place to buy it."

After pausing, he lowered his voice and said, "Zhang Ji from Lijia Town can definitely buy red cloth. Qian Bojun and Zheng Qian, the boss of Zheng Ji in Heyuan County, secretly colluded with Zheng Qian and reselling cloth."

"But the quantity is not large, and the price is expensive."

"There is no need to be too many, three feet is enough."

Zhao Gang said: "As for the price, I will give you as much as possible."

"That's it?" Wang Ye said angrily, "Political Commissar, after a long time of trouble, you only need three feet of cloth?

Just to buy three-foot red cloth, you let me, the captain of the Wolf Warrior Squadron take action? It is really good to be the political commissar as yours.

"Ahem, what..."

Zhao Gang said a little embarrassedly: "Forgot your new clothes."

"Old Li has nothing to do with it, and it's okay to wear military uniforms, but you have to prepare a big red wedding dress for Xiuqin. You should hurry to Lijia Town and buy the red cloth back at that time."

"Okay, I'll go to Lijia Town now." Wang Ye turned around and left.

"Wait." Zhao Gang said again, "Just lead the Wolf Warrior Squadron together."

"Political Commissar, no need." Wang Ye said, "Qian Bojun dares not touch me, and he can't touch me either."

"No, there is another task to take over." Zhao Gang said, "because the comrades from the field hospital also arrived at our base today, and they had to pass by the Xiji base."

"You just take the Wolf Warrior Squadron to pick it up."

After a pause, Zhao Gang said again: "We must ensure the safety of our comrades."

"In this way, I understand." Wang Ye said, "Political Commissar, don't worry, if the comrades in the field hospital have a missing hair, you will only ask."

As soon as he returned to the front yard, Wang Ye blew the gathering whistle.

The team members rushed out of the dormitory and gathered.

After completing the team, Wang Ye led more than 20 team members to the cavalry company's garrison.

The cavalry company has been rebuilt, and Sun Desheng has returned to the cavalry company commander's old job.

The entire regiment has been on holiday these days, so the cavalry company has no training tasks, but Sun Desheng is not idle and is feeding the horses with a dustpan of beans.

The ingredients are checked over and over again.

That careful and caring father is really like taking care of himself.

Seeing Wang Ye bringing the team members over, Sun Desheng said: "Why are you going to go on a mission again?"

"A little thing," said Wang Ye, "but you have to hurry up, so you have to ride a horse."

"You guys wait." Sun Desheng put down the dustpan in his hand, opened the stable and led the horse out.

While leading the army horses out, Sun Desheng reminded Wang Ye, "Old Wang, although this is a group of military horses, it has not received our command training yet. For the time being, only the Japanese commands can be understood. So you should be more at ease when riding, don't let them have fun, otherwise problems will occur."

Wang Ye glanced around and asked again: "Where is the BMW leader?"

"Don't think about the BMW, the leader." Sun Desheng said angrily.

"Why? The commander isn't that stingy?" Wang Ye said, "I won't let you ride it?"

"The leader of the regiment let the cavalry." Sun Desheng shook his head and said, "And the leader said that no matter who in the regiment tames this BMW, it will belong to him in the future."

"Is there such a good thing?" Wei Dayong said.

"A good thing? It's not necessarily a good thing." Sun Desheng smiled and said, "Many people have tried it these days, but none of them have succeeded."

"Most of them can't even get close to each other."

"A very few people barely got on the back of the horse and finally got down."

Sun Desheng himself was among this very few people. He also tried it, but was finally turned off by the BMW. Of course, the main thing was that he did not have a saddle, otherwise his riding skills would not be.

But the problem is that BMW doesn't make people easily approach it.

So there is no need to mention giving it a saddle, and it ends up being stiff.

"What's going on?" Wang Ye was surprised, "It's hard to tame that BMW?"

After two days of their Wolf Warrior Squadron, what happened to this kind of thing in the regiment?

Sun Desheng didn't say much, and pulled the BMW out from another separate stable.

This is really a magical BMW. The body height of other military horses is only about 1.6 meters, but the body height of this horse is at least 1.7 meters, which is taller than many soldiers.

However, he was wearing a mouth cover.

"Lao Sun, why do you wear a mouth cover for it?"

Wang Ye said: "You have to wear mouth covers when locked in the stable?"

"There is no way, if you don't put a mouth cover on it, it will bite it randomly."

Sun Desheng said helplessly: "Several soldiers were bitten."

"I bite it when feeding, so I decided to starve it for a few days before talking about it."

"It may be missing the original owner." Wang Ye said, "I don't want to be ridden by us."

"It's possible." Sun Desheng nodded and said, "Ma is human. Some war horses will even die of hunger strike for the Lord, such as the black horse that Xiang Yu once rode."

"I don't believe it, where is there such a loyal horse?"

Wei Dayong groaned and walked to BMW casually.

As a result, the red horse suddenly turned sideways, first pushed Wei Dayong away, and then his slender and strong hind legs rushed over fiercely according to Wei Dayong's crotch.

Fortunately, Wei Dayong reacted quickly and avoided sideways.

Otherwise, if you get kicked, you will probably have to be killed.

"Fuck, where should I kick it?" Wei Dayong was a little angry.

Sun Desheng and the members of the Wolf Warrior Squadron burst into laughter.

Wang Ye also laughed and exclaimed: "It's such a BMW, like a burning flame."

At this time, an unexpected scene appeared. When Wang Ye said the last word "Yan", the red horse turned his head.

Seeing this, Wang Ye's heart moved slightly.

"Lieyan? Is your name Lieyan?"

While speaking, Wang Ye slowly approached BMW.

This time, BMW just stood there quietly.

Oh no, BMW just stared at Wang Ye quietly.

"Fire Flame?Fire Flame!" Wang Ye called softly, slowly reached out to touch the BMW's mane.

At first, BMW was still a little resistant, and neighed softly, and began to retreat. Sun Desheng tried very hard to pull it.

However, when Wang Ye's right hand finally touched the horse's neck and mane, the BMW immediately stopped struggling and retreated.

As Wang Ye rubbed his head, BMW even turned his head and rubbed Wang Ye's hand affectionately with its long face.

This scene made Sun Desheng stunned and said, "Damn it, Lao Wang, what's wrong with you? No one can approach this horse, and it's even more impossible to touch it, except you are the exception?"

"That's it." Wang Ye smiled and said, "Who the hell am I?"

While speaking, Wang Ye took off the BMW's mouth cover.

Sun Desheng subconsciously took a step back, fearing that BMW would suddenly turn around and bite him.

The mouth was free, but BMW did not act rashly. It just shook its huge head, then sniffed a long sniff, and then touched Wang Yeshou intimately.

"Damn." Sun Desheng was so jealous that he was so crazy.

"Old Wang, why can all the good things be with you?"

"Haha." Wang Ye was also extremely happy. He thought that the famous BMW horse was spiritual. The ancients were really honest and did not deceive me. This BMW should be my war horse and comrades-in-arms.

"Flame, its name will be Flame in the future!"

Speaking of this, Wang Ye brought saddles from the side.

After tied the saddle, Wang Ye turned over and stepped onto the horse.

There is no need to urge you, just shouting the flames gently,

Lieyan immediately raised his head and rushed out happily.
To be continued...