Zhou Weiguo knew that their establishment was still there.
The first battalion can defend here several times without any problem.
But he felt he couldn't do this anymore.
After he came back, Jiang Yue told him that among the several battalions, the fourth battalion had more recruits.
No matter what, the fourth battalion must come up and see the blood, otherwise they will not be able to grow.
"Replace the new recruits from the fourth battalion to see blood." Zhou Weiguo stopped the captain.
The captain was stunned and understood the meaning.
He responded and asked someone to make arrangements.
Zhou Weiguo thought for a while and then said to him: "You go down later to find the supervising team, mobilize another squad of troops to them, and guard the rear of the fourth battalion for me. If anyone escapes by then, let me directly
Beat to death."
Every time the new recruits ran away.
This doesn't seem to be a strange thing.
Deserters are the most hateful.
Therefore, when dealing with deserters, whether they are from this side or from the Red Party's side, they all receive the same fate: they will be shot directly.
Sometimes, after a good fight, the deserters run away. As a result, the entire army completely collapses.
I can't hold it back.
There is no excuse for deserters. Even if you have an eighty-year-old grandmother and children, the only option is death.
"Captain, I understand."
As soon as the positions were changed, all four battalions were in full strength.
However, the morale of the battalion is quite lacking.
Some soldiers began to vomit after seeing the bodies missing arms and legs on the battlefield.
Zhou Weiguo was not surprised.
He has seen this kind of thing a lot.
Now it's just some vomiting, but later it will make me cry for dad and mom.
"Why are you vomiting? Just treat them as money wolves and beat them. It will disgrace us hunters. They are fierce. How can they be more ferocious than wolves?"
A voice not far away caught Zhou Weiguo's attention.
Zhou Weiguo looked over. He was a young soldier in his early twenties.
It should be said that he was a new recruit. He was crawling on the ground with his head sticking out a lot.
At this moment, he was turning his head and talking about another person, who should be from the same village as him. He was squatting on the ground and vomiting wildly.
"Brother, what I am fighting is a wolf. This man is different from a wolf."
"What's the difference? I wonder how your father died." The man's words aroused Zhou Weiguo's interest.
He walked over and patted the shoulder of the person who just started speaking: "Recruit."
Lin Shuisheng looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a grass-green military uniform, white gloves, and the rank of colonel, and hurriedly stood up straight to salute.
Zhou Weiguo saw how brave he was.
He stretched out his hand and suppressed him; "Don't show your head. This is the front line. The jackals don't have weapons in their hands, but the Japanese soldiers do. Their marksmanship is very accurate. If you don't want the King of Hell to call him by name, don't raise your head."
So high."
Lin Shuisheng joined half a month ago.
Last month, the special service regiment suffered some serious losses, and the additional troops in the rear were urgently replenished and sent to other places.
The orders from the military department are supplemented nearby.
Jiang Yue could only ask a few battalions to recruit troops from the surrounding villages.
It was at this time that Lin Shuisheng was recruited by the Fourth Battalion.
He is not from here, but from Shandong.
After Shandong was occupied by the Japanese army, the Japanese army killed and arrested everyone in the village. He and several people in the same village really couldn't survive, so they walked all the way here. Unexpectedly, there was also a war here.
And among the five or six people who came out together, several died on the way.
They decided to go to the mountain city to live there.
But I was so hungry that I couldn't walk any further, so I stayed around.
I haven't heard of the army recruiting enough troops.
Lin Shuisheng joined the army with just a few people.
After all, he and Yang Dali should know each other, because their villages are next to each other.
However, Lin Shuisheng is not qualified to see Yang Dali. Yang Dali is usually at the regiment headquarters or in the special service team, and he is also a guard of Zhou Weiguo, so he usually does not appear below.
"Hunter." Zhou Weiguo was sitting on the edge. He just heard this man talking about hunting.
Hunters are all good at marksmanship.
Lin Shuisheng nodded slightly; "Yes, my family is a hunter, and I have been able to shoot since I was a child."
"You are from Shandong." Zhou Weiguo was stunned for a moment and looked at Xueyi, who was already carrying a backpack to accompany him; "Did you hear that the accent is somewhat similar to your Brother Yang?"
Xueyi also heard it. She hummed and saw Zhou Weiguo smiling, so she took out a cigarette from her backpack and handed it to Zhou Weiguo.
Zhou Weiguo took the cigarette and saw Lin Shuisheng looking at him. He smiled and asked, "Okay?"
Lin Shuisheng really doesn't know how.
He knows how to make dry pipes, but he really doesn't know how to do this kind of thing.
"Hui Han cigarette bag." Lin Shuisheng smiled awkwardly.
Zhou Weiguo looked around and found nothing.
The unburned trees, at this point, the other party realized that if they were shot like that, they would have to stop eating.
"Go to the edge, it's not safe."
Zhou Weiguo came to the edge of a burning log and squatted down to light a cigarette.
Xueyi also smokes.
Zhou Weiguo knew that this was the reason for the war.
Cigarettes are the best way to relieve stress for soldiers.
Xueyi will too.
I learned it from that bastard Xu Hu.
After Xiao Ya found out, she angrily picked up her bayonet and chased Xu Hu eight streets.
"If you want to smoke, take it yourself." Zhou Weiguo handed the cigarette to Xueyi.
Xueyi chuckled; "Captain, I don't dare."
Zhou Weiguo thought for a moment and smiled and said, "Just smoke it. If you, Sister Xiao, are not here, I won't tell the truth."
Xueyi lit one and squatted next to Zhou Weiguo.
Zhou Weiguo looked at Lin Shuisheng, took a puff of cigarette and nodded: "What's your name?"
"Lin Shuisheng."
Zhou Weiguo's hand trembled.
He remembered that after Zhou Weiguo formed the special agent team, there was a person in charge of sniping. This person was Lin Shuisheng, who was also an Orion.
Could it be this person? But the problem is, that person is in Shandong, and this is in the Yangtze River.
Zhou Weiguo looked this man up and down and asked, "Do you know Yang Dali?"
Yang Dali?
Lin Shuisheng knew this thorn.
I heard that this guy first followed the group of people from Hutou Mountain, but in the end he felt that he couldn't bear the pain, and later I heard that he went to Qingfeng Village. Later there was no news, and I don't know if he was killed by the Japanese army.
"Sir, is that Yang Dali you are referring to?" Lin Shuisheng asked.
Zhou Weiguo felt that his question was a bit mindless.
There are many people named Yang Dali. The Yang Dali I am talking about should at least let the other person know where he is from.
Just wanted to talk.
There was another sharp cracking sound in the air.
The Japanese army started shelling again.
Zhou Weiguo raised his eyes and looked at the little black egg flying over in the air without saying a word. He just protected Xue Yi covertly and covertly, then glanced at Lin Shuisheng, who didn't have any fearful expression next to him, and asked, "You don't seem to be afraid?"
