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East of Xinglong Town.

Security barracks.

Hu Yi carried his hands on his back, and the feeling of hanging the map on the wall was much better than that on the table.

The enemy's situation is unknown, so you cannot take action rashly for the time being.

The phone on the desk has not ringed for a long time.

The puppet army warehouse outside the barracks.

There are two stubs at the door of the ammunition depot, and a soldier from each of the 9th Battalion of the Second Company stood at the door without looking sideways, and his eyes were all looking at him.

Gao Yidao stood under the eaves and looked through the window at the arms warehouse.

A figure with a braid on his head was tossing inside.

The Japanese set up a military supply point in Xinglong Town. The ammunition depot was round and the pointed ones were wrapped in boxes of oil paper. There were even those that were not unboxed. The number was really large.

Sixteen boxes of wooden handle grenades, one box of thirty in total, a total of four hundred and eighty!

Unfortunately, the warehouse did not have a complete gun.

The Japanese looked down on the miscellaneous guns and ammunition collected from the defeated troops of the National Army!

After confiscation, the ammunition will be distributed to the security forces, police forces, reconnaissance teams, and even... a lot of ammunition will be sold on the black market.

Two and nine are not short of guns now.

Xiao Hongying in the room jumped up and down and looked at the annoying eyes. Gao Yidao shook to the door of the warehouse where two door gods stood, and mocked the little girl in the room: "I said, can you calm down?"

"You have to care..." Xiao Hongying turned her head and rolled her eyes at Gao Yidao.

"What are you going to divide it?" A gloating voice jumped out of Gao Yidao's mouth: "If you press the head, how many people can you take away except for the wounded person?"

"I said... your heart is too fucked too much, right? Take care of your own bad things... Don't cry here, rats are pretending to be merciful..."

"Hahaha..." Gao Yidao walked away happily.

After Gao Yidao left, the window was immediately filled with red-eyed audiences.

If the selfless fool who was guarding the door had not been loaded in the morning, these spectators might have rushed into the ammunition depot.

This time, the Second Company did not have to settle the details with the Ninth Company on the ammunition. No one expected that so much ammunition would be collected in an ammunition supply point.

Gao Yidao becomes more and more excited the more he thinks about it.

Hu Zazi is really good to bring!

He actually secretly married the traitor's sister!

How many disciplines have been violated?

Only the 258th Regiment of the Eighth Route Army has the qualification to get married, and Hu Zaizi is definitely not enough.

If you contact the traitor privately, people in the political department will definitely not be able to rub the sand in their eyes. I don’t know how many people lose their heads just because of this reason!

Is it really a joke to treat discipline?

At least... I have to turn him into a big soldier, this matter is not over!

The dream of incorporating the Ninth Company is about to begin.

Gao Yidao kept reminding himself to be calm and never laugh.

The Ninth Company will sooner or later enter the Second Company, and temporarily the undesired girl will be tossing in the warehouse.

Soon, he came back to his senses from his fantasy.

It is still in the enemy-occupied area, and the Japanese cavalry have been chasing and killing them. The puppet army has set up a mad formation and defense line to encircle and block it. The traitors of the omnipresent reconnaissance team cast nets everywhere to search.

There are many crises.

When the tired men wake up, divide the ammunition first...

I subconsciously walked to the grain warehouse next to me, and stored bags of grain piled up into small hills. In the years of disaster, it was the first time I encountered so much food...

The feeling of not short of ammunition and food... It's really good!

The second and ninth companies had just a few people, setting up checkpoints and encirclements in the enemy. In this case, all the food was transported back to the mountain. It was absolutely impossible.

Seeing so many good things that can't be taken away, I couldn't help but start to worry again...

The playground was filled with people, wearing a variety of patched gray military uniforms, coming and going, constantly moving things out of the barracks, big bags and small bags piled up in a mess.

The soldiers were staring at the direction of the ammunition depot.

I was guessing when I would start to divide ammunition!

The playground was full of energy, but there were people who didn't match it. The crooked people in the Ninth Company were lying on the big kang in the military camp in a daydream.

Snoring sounds one after another.

Gao Yidao turned around at the barracks door, and began to feel unhappy as he watched the mud who was drooling and talking to the wall while he was drooling.

He spat hard on the ground.

He turned around and cleared his throat on the playground: "Second Company, gather!"

For a moment, he covered his back with a bayonet, and the cold light shone in a mess and leaned towards him.

"Standing at the sight...just to the right..." The platoon leaders shouted commands to complete the queue: "Each platoon reported the number..."

The soldiers looked at the majestic company commander!

Gao Yidao waved: "Everyone has...the target...the warehouse...no sound..."

Kitchen.

Wang Xiaosan has been cooking porridge since he joined the Eighth Route Army's cooking class, and he felt confident for the first time.

In the security army warehouse, bags of millet, white flour and grains were piled up everywhere, blinding his eyes.

The poor mouse fell into the rice jar, and his big mouth was so giggling to the back of his head!

Good saving habits are a virtue.

In the year of the disaster, he still responded to the call of Shili: be thrifty and frugal.

The several large pots of porridge cooked can still be seen. They added canned meat for the first time and steamed white flour buns.

Luo Fugui, who was struggling in the kitchen next to him, stared at Wang Xiaosan's collar with his right hand, and was surprised to be angry: "Wang Xiaosan, are your grandma insincere? You can make porridge with so much food... I can tolerate it if I can't insert the chopsticks firmly, and I can still see people as before? Is your grandma's intentional... or are you stupider than Wu Shitou?"

"Mule, I warn you whether you like to eat... Hey... Hey... let go..." Wang Xiaosan's face turned red, and he couldn't pull away the ugly and rough hand with his hands.

Luo Fugui raised his big left hand like a palm fan, and grabbed the cook squad soldiers next to him holding a basket of steamed buns that had just been cooked.

He pushed Wang Xiaosan away with his right hand, then snatched the basket from the warrior, and poured it directly into the early empty Xiaomi bag placed on the chopping board...

The movements were smooth and smooth. Before Wang Xiaosan stood firm, Luo Fugui had already started to tick the bag.

I didn't even catch a can in the warehouse, and the bear was already depressed.

Two cans were seized from the puppet army, but they were actually boiled into the porridge by Wang Xiaosan!

Even more angry...

He collected a basket of steamed buns, pulled them with his hands, and pushed Wang Xiaosan away who came up again, throwing the cloth bag on his shoulders, without fear of being hot.

Swearing and preparing to go out...

Luo Fugui platoon soldiers who were helping to burn the fire beside him, looked at the platoon leader like a mountain to show off his might and wisely remained silent.

Luo Fugui is the platoon leader!

Including Wang Xiaosan’s cooking squad, they are all under the supervision of Luo Dabaisheng.

In the room, there were small red tassels with red headbands tied with red headbands on the top of the headbands. The hair above the headbands scattered into a flower. At this time, it was staring at big eyes, drooling, and churning among the ammunition.

I was busy all morning, and my carry-on bag was filled with bullet clips, and boxes of unopened bullets were placed around me...

The two misbehaved and frown were so worried that they were shocked and panting. My bag was too small and I couldn't hold much.

Xiao Hongying heard Luo Fugui's cursing voice.

He shook it and then got up, his face filled with thieves laughing to the window and pulled his clear throat: "Die mule, come here quickly."

As soon as one foot stepped out of the kitchen gate, the voice of the despicable girl came into her ears. Luo Fugui immediately felt excited. The despicable girl shouted in the early morning, and there would be no good things.

The dead fish eyes with a look of bad luck turned to the warehouse: "Die girl, why are you going crazy early in the morning?"

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to escape.
To be continued...