Zhou Weiguo blinked and thought that Tian Jing had to ask a question at this time before agreeing. I'm afraid it's not a trivial matter, but maybe it's about feelings.
"Sure, just ask whatever you want. Just don't mention the issue about Xiao Ya."
It is impossible for herself to give up on Xiao Ya. Tian Jing knows her love for her, but she cannot be sorry for Xiao Ya. Xiao Ya has been with her all these years, and she has been sorry for her too much.
Tian Jing smiled; "Compared with Xiao Ya and me, who is better in terms of ability, beauty and figure."
How should he answer this question? Zhou Weiguo didn't want to offend the two of them, so he thought for a moment; "In terms of ability, you are better than her, and in terms of beauty and figure, they are about the same."
Don't ask any more questions. If you ask me, I really won't be able to answer you.
Zhou Weiguo murmured to himself, but Tian Jing giggled out loud: "That's enough, I promise you, I will meet up with Hu Yong and take this trip."
Tian Jing didn't even have time to wash her clothes, but threw them all to Zhou Weiguo.
There are underwear here, and Zhou Weiguo doesn't dare to wash these clothes rashly. If Tian Jing uses this to talk about things, he may not be able to wash them clean even if he jumps into the Yellow River. Xiao Ya's underwear has not been washed yet.
He thought for a while, brought the tub to the door, handed the clothes in the tub to the guards, and told them to take them to the health company and give them to Zhang Qing, who asked Zhang Qing to help wash them, and then returned to the headquarters.
Hu Yong was nowhere to be found. Tian Jing, who had probably gone one step ahead, probably called him away. Second Battalion Commander Huang Ying had already arrived and was sitting on a chair waiting for him.
The second battalion was almost all Sichuan troops. The Sichuan troops were not afraid of death in battle, and they were not afraid of death when they were well equipped. Zhou Weiguo put his hands in his sleeves and came to Huang Ying: "Here we come."
Huang Ying stood up and saluted and looked at Zhou Weiguo expectantly: "Battalion Commander, do you have a mission?"
Zhou Weiguo hummed and stretched out his right hand. Leng asked him to take out his white gloves and put them on. He took a celadon-colored command pole from the side and tapped the map; "Take your people to meet Jiugong's forward troops."
At the first touch, by the way, I deliberately leaked the number of the secret service group to them. Remember, you can only lose, not win."
The Jiugong Brigade is now showing off its power. He belongs to the 16th Division. The 16th Division and the 114th Division entered Jinling and Okamura detachment one after another. They must have heard about it. These people will definitely have the intention of killing them.
pursuit.
As long as he pursues them and cooperates with the temporary destruction team brought by Tian Jing, it will be difficult for them to go back.
"Bring the artillery team and let them know our firepower. As long as part of our firepower is exposed, they will chase us."
Huang Ying turned around and left, while Zhou Weiguo sat in front of the charcoal fire, pulling at the red charcoal fire in a daze.
"Captain, we are ready, do you have anything else to explain?" Hu Yong ran up to Zhou Weiguo. Zhou Weiguo looked up and saw Tian Jing and Hu Yong walking in.
Tian Jing has changed into a blue-gray soldier's uniform, wearing a German-style steel helmet on her head. The small pistol at her waist is emitting a cold light in the holster. In her hand, she is holding a flower machine. She is looking at the courtyard,
Each of the five or six soldiers carried backpacks and submachine guns. They also had a few grenades stuck in their waists, and they stood waiting outside the door in high spirits.
"Go near Anzhen. The day after Jiugong's main force comes out, you can start taking action. Don't go head-on. Just destroy the road. If you are sure, you can kill his supply truck, but be careful.
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After repeated reminders, Zhou Weiguo signaled everyone to leave and lit a cigarette.
An Zhen, a typical military figure, neither fat nor thin, with a height of 1.65 meters, a black beard under his nostrils, and dark-skinned Jiugong leaned against the door and gave a rare laugh.
He got news that the division would give him a certain reward. For soldiers, this reward was probably a matter of military rank.
He has been in this position for several years and has never had a chance to get promoted. Now, this good thing has happened to him.
He seemed to have forgotten that at the moment Jinling received the order to cross the river, he cursed the group of people above him in his heart.
Jinling is now a good place for military training. Not only can you train soldiers, but you can also have fun. The women there are all as beautiful as flowers. What he likes most is the women screaming heart-breakingly in his hands while screaming.
He could still vaguely remember how a pregnant woman screamed but could do nothing under him. The reason why he remembered it was because after he was done, he cut her stomach with a knife, and she wanted to take a look at such a
With a big belly, is the baby inside taking shape?
He doesn't like killing, he likes to watch, likes to see his soldiers bury people under the soil, and even more likes to pour gasoline on people, light them and look at the silhouettes and flames scurrying around, he also likes to watch the soldiers'
A killing contest. But all of this was interrupted by orders from above.
He was dissatisfied, very dissatisfied. Along the way, he vented his dissatisfaction on the enemies who blocked him.
He defeated a division of the Sichuan Army, a regiment of the Guangxi Army, and a regiment of the Central Army. And precisely because of this, I heard that the superiors were going to reward me.
It's just that he doesn't know what kind of military rank he will get. Maybe he will be promoted by one, or maybe he won't be promoted at all and just get a medal.
Medals and all that are just a cloud, he wants a military rank, and now that he is here, he will be one step closer to becoming a general.
If I were allowed to defeat the enemy, I might be able to gain one step closer to my military rank.
However, the enemy has no fighting power, how could they collide.
"Your Excellency, Captain." The staff officer's voice came from outside the door with a hint of panic. His hoarse voice interrupted Jiugong's meditation.
Jiugong looked at this man with glasses and bronze skin, a thin head with a frontal bone visible.
He is naturally thin, as thin as a monkey, a very educated monkey.
"Fujita-kun, what's wrong with you? How can you be so panicked in such a good situation? You are the commander of the empire. You have to have the determination to suppress Mount Fuji without changing. How can you be like this? How do the soldiers below view you?
Woolen cloth."
Hisamiya looked condescendingly at Fujita, who was a head shorter than him, and was preaching. Staff officer Fujita nodded repeatedly and accepted Hisamiya's preaching seriously.
When Zhongjiugong stopped and grabbed the small purple clay cup on the side, he immediately took out a message and put it on the ground: "Your Excellency, Captain, our forwards exchanged fire with about one battalion of the enemy. Both sides engaged in a certain artillery battle.
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A battalion with artillery. Do you really think you are a fool?
The enemy does not necessarily have artillery in a regiment, let alone a battalion. He glanced sideways at Fujita and smiled: "Artillery battle, Mr. Fujita, you believe this. The enemy has an artillery team in a battalion. It's really a joke."
However, seeing the firm look in Fujita's eyes, he more or less became serious in his words and asked tentatively: "Does the enemy really have an artillery team?"