After the captain of the Wutong Brigade sent away the mysterious grain merchant.
Then he raised the lantern in his hand and drew three circles from left to right.
Next, the captain raised the lantern high again and held it there for a while.
Then from right to left, it turned three times again.
have to say.
These people who have been tempered in the previous war years, whether they speak or do things, sometimes they are really mysterious.
If you don't pay attention, it will be like comrades at an underground transportation station, using secret codes to connect...
far away.
Those commune members holding rifles and poles tightly in their hands saw the safety signal sent by the team leader.
Everyone felt relieved at this moment, put down their guard, hurriedly stepped forward, and rushed forward with a meteoric stride...
Little did he know that these 200 or so young, well-organized and disciplined men were present throughout the Red Star Commune.
What else is there to worry about?
Even a wandering field mouse saw so many strong men.
Any female mouse would be so frightened that she would clamp her tail on the spot and run away...
Encountering such a team, even those bandits from the old society and Xiao Laojun saw them.
I'm afraid I'll have to turn around and run away with a lot of curses!
So fucking scary!
They are all young and tough guys, either carrying poles or rifles in their hands. Who can afford to offend them?
When the number 200 came, the carefully selected strong members rushed to the grotto one after another.
Everyone lit the torches in their hands, illuminating the inside of this huge grotto as brightly as daylight.
As soon as the commune members saw the precious grains, they didn't need the leader to say anything. They all started to help each other, hurriedly loading the sacks full of grains onto their own poles, and hurriedly tying up the sacks filled with grains.
After a while,
The old party secretary looked around with satisfaction at the empty grotto that had been moved.
He shouted in a low voice: "Let's go! Remember, even if you sprain your foot or kick a stone on the way, you will never say a word to me!"
A group of people carried heavy sacks.
Like a long snake, the queue passed through the path leading from the grotto to the main road.
When they got on the main road, everyone took steps forward, each carrying food silently, and quickly headed towards the direction of the Wutong Brigade where they were.
Go quickly.
There is a lot of noise when there are many people, even if everyone grits their teeth and remains silent.
But the sound made by more than 400 big feet stepping on the hard road at the same time is really not small.
The more this happened, the more panicked everyone felt, for fear of alarming the nearby production team.
In this period, it was not uncommon for a family's daughter-in-law to be beautiful... Anyway, not many people had the energy to cultivate their own private land.
But if anyone saw so much food, even a little rabbit would be jealous.
They walked like a rapid march for about three or four miles.
at this time,
In front of everyone's eyes, they can already see countless bonfires lit by members of the Zhengxing Brigade in the fields.
That was Captain Peng Zhikun, following Luo Xuan's suggestion.
Countless members have been organized and are using bonfires at night to eliminate large numbers of locusts.
"Everyone, please don't say anything, we will part ways soon."
The captain of the Wutong Brigade let out a low shout, "Everyone, please clamp your mouths shut! This is the territory of the League Standard Brigade, and those guys are not easy to mess with."
The captain had just finished speaking.
All I heard was "ouch"!
"Plop——"
Among the team members, one of the commune members carrying grain slipped.
Suddenly, both the man and the burden fell to the ground!
"Crash"...
The two sacks filled with grain that he carried on his shoulders were suddenly scratched by sharp stones on the road. Bayi Chinese website
The yellow corn kernels instantly fell to the ground.
It didn't matter when this member fell down, other members who were carrying grains behind him suddenly tripped over him!
The third member behind the loser reacted quickly and quickly turned to the side while carrying the burden!
This did not cause a domino effect.
Previously, it was required for confidentiality reasons.
Among this group of people, all the torches were forcibly extinguished.
Only the captain held a lantern in his hand to illuminate everyone.
In the hazy moonlight, the road looked like a white line.
Nearly 200 members, relying on this little glimmer of light in front of their eyes, groped their way forward quickly.
Each man's shoulders carry about 200 kilograms of grain.
Everyone had to walk in the dark without daring to shout a chant to relieve their fatigue, and at the same time they had to walk steadily and fast.
In order to keep up with everyone's pace.
When marching in the dark, only by keeping pace can we avoid tripping our companions behind or bumping into members in front.
One can imagine the difficulty of traveling like this.
If one of the members had an accident midway, that was to be expected...
"Damn it! Who told you to keep silent?"
The captain cursed before he finished speaking.
I only heard the sound of a gun being pulled at the fork in the road, "Who are those people in front of you? Stop!"
The branch secretary secretly thought: Not good!
He quickly picked up the shell gun, crossed the crowd, and rushed to the fork in the road first.
He shouted in a low voice: "Comrade militia, don't shoot! We are all just passing by."
"Passing by?"
The other party snorted coldly, "It's the middle of the night. I see that there are a lot of you in this dark crowd. I'm afraid there are hundreds of people there?"
Honestly, what do you do?
Which brigade is it from? Why don't you go back to the production team to help eliminate the locusts, but at this point in time, you all come out and wander around?"
When the party secretary spoke just now, his accent was exactly the same as the other party's.
so,
The militia captain of the Tuanbiao Brigade immediately realized that the other party was also a local.
That's why I ask this question.
The branch secretary replied: "We are from the brigade at the back. We were appointed by the village cadre tonight to go to the commune and pick up some bentonite and bring it back."
That brigade behind the road?
When the militia captain of the regimental standard brigade heard this, he immediately felt like he was being tricked: Damn it!
Follow the road and keep going forward?
Then you have to pass by countless brigades?
If we keep walking like this, we will pass through several counties!
The party secretary’s answer just now is equivalent to not saying anything!
The militia captain of the Tuanbiao Brigade suppressed the anger in his heart.
He said coldly: "Do you need to use sacks to transport Guanyin soil? And your Guanyin soil is golden?"
The party secretary was not very good at lying. When he was asked this question, he was speechless.
Finally, the captain stood up and said to the militia captain: "Comrade, why are you so verbose?
We had travel notes, and we were serious members of the nearby production team.
I’m afraid there’s no need for our production team members to report to you when we work, right?”
"Crash-"
The militia captain of the regimental standard brigade raised his rifle and pointed it at the brigade captain, shouting: "Back off! Where are you from? I will naturally find out later."
Now stand back and don't move forward! Otherwise, I will..."
The captain snorted coldly: "What do you think? Do you dare to shoot at us innocent people?"
Said,
The captain and party secretary loaded the boxes of cannons in their hands at the same time!
When the militia captain heard this voice, his heart couldn't help but jump!
The militia captain is all too familiar with the unique sound of this kind of shell gun, the sound of bullets being loaded:
Each brigade branch secretary and brigade leader are issued with an obsolete shell gun.
On weekdays, this militia captain would occasionally take the rifles of his brigade cadres and play with them casually.
now,
When the militia captain heard the sound of the other party loading the bullet, why didn't he understand: The group of people in front of him are not short of real guys!
Moreover, the militia captain felt that they should indeed be members of a nearby brigade.
only,
Now that things have happened, the captain of the militia has no room to retreat!
Just because just now,
When the bag of grain just fell to the ground, the lantern in the captain's hand had not yet had time to be extinguished.
Just in that moment.
The militia captain on duty and his companions were surprised to find that what these men were carrying was actually the food that everyone loved!
In this period.
The bright yellow corn kernels are more attractive than the yellow gold.
When the militia captain arrived, he saw that the opponent had a large number of people. For a while, he couldn't figure out the opponent's background.
So he pulled the bolt of the gun to embolden himself.
Then he kicked his companion and asked him to quickly go back to the brigade to shake people, and called more people to come to support...
The militia captain held up his gun and maintained a shooting posture as if he would pull the trigger and fire at any time.
Food that exudes a charming aroma!
Even if the other party is indeed a cadre of a nearby production brigade.
The militia captain of the Tuanbiao Brigade was not willing to take a step back!
It is said that when hunting on the plains, everyone who sees it has a share.
If left in the past.
Those corrupt officials in the old society would still pluck their hair!
There were so many bags of grain passing in front of me.
How could the militia captain not want to get some life-saving food back for his production team?
One party wants to seize some food, while the other party is in a hurry.
Neither side is willing to back down.
For a while, the two groups were in a stalemate. But it was not an option to continue the stalemate like this.
The advantage of time is not on the Wutong Brigade's side.
When a large number of members from the group label brigade arrived, the situation on the scene would immediately change.
Out of necessity.
The secretary of the Wutong Brigade closed the safety of the rifle in his hand.
Then he turned to the militia captain and said, "Comrade, let me tell you the truth! We are members of the production team behind you.
Now, we have obtained some resale grain and are about to transport it back to the storage room of our brigade.
What do you mean by blocking us like this?"
The militia captain knew that the other party was definitely not an outsider wandering around without any reason.
Hearing the words,
He also put down his rifle and said, "It's not just your brigade that's short of food right now. Can't you guess what I mean?"
Captain Wutong snorted coldly: "Just tell me, what do you mean?"
The captain of the group standard militia also snorted coldly: "What do I mean? I only mean one thing, and you should understand what I mean!
What I mean is, it’s best if you mean it, everyone will be confused and it will pass. If this stalemate continues, it will be really boring.”
According to the militia captain's idea: If we can get some expression from the other party, this matter will be over.
If the other party really doesn't give it, I actually can't do anything to them.
After all, there is organizational discipline there!
Who dares to really mess around?
"Okay then! How about giving you 200 kilograms of corn?"
The branch secretary pondered for a moment before agreeing to the militia captain's conditions.
After all, this was on the territory of the group bidding brigade. It would take less than half an hour for all the members to arrive.
By the time I get there, I will be like a cat scratching in mud...I can’t get rid of my claws!
The branch secretary has already spoken and agreed to give someone a sack, which is about 200 kilograms of corn.
But Captain Wutong felt that the other party would not agree to this condition so easily, right?
After all, there were so many members of the commune behind him, and they were carrying tens of thousands of kilograms of grain on their shoulders!
It is said that a goose is plucked, but there is no reason to just pluck one leg hair and then let it go?
Unexpectedly.
As soon as the old party secretary finished speaking, the militia captain opposite cheered, "Okay, I think your comrade is quite refreshing.
Since you are free and easy, let's do it too!
You go, just drop the bag of corn on the ground and return it to our team. You go quickly! We will pretend we didn’t see what happened tonight.”
Said,
The militia captain turned around and called out to his companions behind him: "Silly boy, hurry up and grab a couple of handfuls of grass.
Knead it into a simple broom and prepare to clean up the pile of grain on the road. Be careful not to waste a grain..."
"Walk!"
Seeing things done,
The captain of the Wutong Brigade immediately gave an order: "Pass through quickly and return to our brigade!"
Following the captain's sharp shout.
The members who were originally uneasy and stood watching cheered and put the poles on their shoulders!
With a "squeaky" sound, about 200 members passed the fork in the road and disappeared without a trace...
The two groups were in a stalemate at this fork in the road for about 20 minutes.
During the entire process, neither party lit the torches in their hands.
Just because there is a tacit understanding in each other's hearts: everyone knows that these grains may not be easy to come by.
It is also not suitable for display under lights.
If someone is stupid enough to light the torch in his hand, after they both see clearly who the other person is...
Things have developed to this point.
Both parties involved in the confrontation are completely unable to step down!
Then we can only wait, completely break our skin, and then fight!
At the end of the quarrel, when the leaders of the commune arrived, there must have been a "bang bang bang"!
Play 50 big boards on each side.
That's when that time comes.
Needless to say, in the end everyone had to eat...
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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