"After arriving at Pingcheng, you go to Drunk Xianglou and tell the boss of Drunk Xianglou, saying that you are Liu Guozhi's guests! In addition, you must not leak any news from the army."

Zuoxianglou will become the contact station of Zhao Zhiguo, but Zhao Zhiguo is not sure if the Pingcheng falls, will the drunk Xianglou be monitored by the Japanese army, and then investigate Zhao Zhiguo through the drunk Xianglou, so when Zhao Zhiguo decided to use his contact station in the future,

Everything uses a pseudonym, the less people know the better their true identity.

"I know! I will arrange people now." Tian Kezhi nodded.

After Tian Kezhi left, Takakura found a chair and sat down, and then glanced at Zhao Zhiguo if he had a deep meaning: "The head of the group, do you really rest assured that Tian Kezhi? He can have the identity of the pseudo army."

Once some people's labels are posted, it is difficult to tear it off in this life. Even if he is the best, in the army, a small thing they ignore can cause a chain reaction.

Now Tian Kezhi pointed the news of Zhao Zhiguo and the entire regiment. Once he had other ideas, the consequences were unimaginable.

"I know what you are worried about, I thought that only the thickness would think so!" Zhao Zhiguo said.

At the beginning, Diano was uncomfortable with Tian Kezhi's two dogs. He looked for Tian Kezhi everywhere. Although he also wanted to follow Tian Kezhi to learn Japanese, he did not let go of Tian Kezhi in his heart.

"I can't say clearly. If the thickness is still alive, I will definitely not say this today." Takakura smiled bitterly, and he didn't know when he became like this.

"Since the died of thick, you think more and more."

Although the desire has quarreled with Takakura and contradictions, everyone knew that they were as close as brothers, and they were the intersection of life and death.

"Maybe the bigger the official, the more scared I!" Takakura smiled. "Master Zhang returned to the Northwest Army.

Stay a one. "

Zhao Zhiguo looked at Takakura's face that was more ugly smiling than suffering. He knew the meaning of Takakura's words. The war made them more and more numb. Even they had not had time to be sad for this brother.

The brothers died again. When the people around them died one by one, they became more and more walking, just like a war machine.

Zhao Zhiguo put his hand on Takakura's shoulder, and then patted it gently. Looking at the good brother who had never given up with himself, he didn't know how to comfort.

"There are no many people, but now you are still by my side? We are not living for the sake of death, but for the living people to continue to live."

What does Zhao Zhiguo mentioned? After Zhao Zhiguo thought of it, why not be sad? But if he only wanted to be sad, what about these brothers around him, what should he do?

The road ahead was long and fog, but Zhao Zhiguo believed that he could finally pull away the fog by himself a day to explain to the soldiers who died.

"Maybe I'm too tired recently, so I am suspicious. Since the head of the group believes in Tian Kezhi, I also believe in him."

"After returning, take a good rest. The things on the troops should be handed over to the officers below to give it to the officers below to do it." Zhao Zhiguo glanced at the high warehouse worriedly.

Takakura nodded, the back was a little lonely, and then left the headquarters.

"What's wrong with Gao Yingjiao?" Ning Wenbin looked at Takakura worriedly.

"He is just too tired!"

Zhao Zhiguo looked outside the door. Although he was very confident and optimistic, he also believed that the brothers were very confident and optimistic, but the trauma left by the war in their spirit was unheard of healing.

"Leader, do you want to give me a vacation and let me take the Gao Ying head to play?" Ning Wenbin said.

"How far are you rolling," Zhao Zhiguo said, "Don't be idle since today, I will conduct a tactical assessment of you every night.

Ning Wenbin was just a temporary guards of Zhao Zhiguo. Takakura sent him to the Youth League.

"Leader, have you disliked me?"

"Didn't you see what the battalion commander was so tired? There are not a few decent officers under his hands, don't you want to help him?"

As long as the officers are properly matched, they can freely liberate them, which is conducive to their reasonable arrangement time to rest.

Today, Zhao Zhiguo, who is more than a group of or above, can not wait for three people, and people who are more energetic will have problems.

Ning Wenbin was thoughtful, and he also understood that he couldn't be happy anymore. He couldn't be at the status quo. In the army, he had to support a world.

A few days later, Yao Pengju set off again with the special team! And Zhao Zhiguo has never taken time to visit the county to visit Sun Siying.

Sun Siying came to Zhao Zhiguo the day before work, and told Zhao Zhiguo's latest changes.

Last time, Zhao Zhiguo and Sun Siying met the soldiers bullying the people. After returning from Zhao Zhiguo's residence, Sun Siying reported the matter to Chu Jie.

Chu Jie then ordered the army for five days of training, a day of rest, and a rest period. During the rest period, the soldiers must not bring any weapons to leave the barracks. As the order was issued, the situation in Wangxian was much better. Many people saw that the army was no longer so scared.

Sun Siying also compiled the picture into a book and gave it to Chu Jie. Chu Jie made people arrange hundreds of copies and distributed it into the hands of the soldiers.

Either the soldiers were held as cigarette paper, or the soldiers were holding their ass.

Of course, Sun Siying found a job and started to class for students. He never cared about the troops again.

Time is like a shuttle, and it is fleeting. The hot summer is dissipated in the wind, and the sound of the cicada disappears between the treetops with a deciduous sound.

Zhao Zhiguo sat on the slate under the locust tree. He was holding a newspaper in his hand. The newspaper reported the war in the south. Everything was written in history. Everything was known as Zhao Zhiguo.

"Hey ~" After reading the newspaper, Zhao Zhiguo sighed, then folded the newspaper and put it in a personal pocket.

"Ning Wenbin, how is the triangle formation of the little devil?"

Zhao Zhiguo was lying on the bluestone slab and let the fallen leaves of the locust tree falling on his face. Ning Wenbin stood next to Zhao Zhiguo. Facing the sudden problem, he almost didn't respond.

"The Japanese triangle tactics are divided into two types, one kind of triangle and the Grand Triangle tactics!" Ning Wenbin also quickly reacted, because during this time, Zhao Zhiguo often asked him suddenly, sometimes he was eating
Chapter completed!