Liang Jian: I have a canteen

After a heated discussion, the two teams named Chuliang Cement and Ping An Grocery respectively.

In this way, two teams with the naming characteristics of the Chinese Super League were born.

The brandy was also gone, Xu San wiped his mouth, "Little train, I'm leaving! Probably the day after tomorrow, every two or three days, An Hong will come to teach you Chinese."

Thomas stood up, waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and get out, Miss An Hong can come by herself when the time comes, you bastard, don't come here."

At 09:30, it was completely dark, but there were still people busy in the cement factory.

Xiao Hong looked at the busy puppet soldiers and said in a low voice, "If they weren't puppet soldiers, they would probably be very happy to have such a job."

"They are also happy now, I didn't let them work for nothing!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Xiaohong said in a low voice, "I think these puppet soldiers respect you more than He Yong."

"If you have a milk, you are a mother. They listened to me. If you have money, you have food, and you can escape unscathed when encountering the Eight Routes. Of course, they respect me more than He Yong."

Xiaohong nodded, and leaned into Xu San's ear, "Well, what you said makes sense, so can you raise a team to revolt?"

"Snapped!"

With a burst of chestnuts, tears almost flowed from Xiao Hong's beating. She covered her head and said with her eyes wide open, "Why did you hit me!?"

"Are you drinking too much? Let's make a fuss. It's okay to run away. If you really want to revolt, I'm afraid it won't take half a day to suppress it. You really think his special forces are cabbage clappers everywhere." have?"

Under the moonlight, Yamamoto covered his nose and sneezed silently.

He frowned. The sneeze came without warning. If it wasn't for his quick reaction, he might have sneezed.

Even so, it attracted the attention of several special forces members around.

After Yamamoto made a safe gesture, he leaned against the big tree and continued to doze off.

After autumn, the night is still a bit cool, and the heavy rain during the day makes the whole valley look cold and humid.

After a while, there was a "rustling" sound from the bushes on the side. The sound was not loud, but it was very clear in this wilderness.

Several special forces members nearby immediately raised their guns and stood on guard.

"Crabs from Hokkaido."

A deep voice came from the bushes. After hearing this, the special forces team members put away their guns and changed directions to be on guard.

There was another "rustling" sound from the bushes, and then a person walked out from inside, and it seemed that this person was also a member of the Special Forces.

When Yamamoto saw the person coming, he waved to him and signaled him to come over.

The visitor nodded, then walked quickly to Yamamoto's side, and said in a low voice, "Report to Mr. Yamamoto, the information has been clearly investigated."

"Say!" Yamamoto simply said a word.

"Hi! There is indeed an Eighth Route Army field hospital in the southwest of this valley."

"What scale?" Yamamoto continued to ask.

"The scale is ominous, and the number of guards is ominous."

"Baga! Are you trash?" Yamamoto growled, feeling that he had waited here for two hours to get this result, which made him very dissatisfied.

"Hi! The subordinate is incompetent!"

The cold moonlight shone on Yamamoto's face. He was not angry, only calm. He did not slap his subordinates like other devil officers, but said lightly, "Murakami, you don't have to admit your mistake, let me tell you about your investigation. Information."

"Hi!" Murakami bowed his head slightly, and said, "My subordinates and Okamoto-kun walked around the periphery twice, and found that the opponent's bright and dark whistles were arranged very cleverly, and it was almost impossible to sneak in, but we scouted from a distance, simple buildings There are nine hospitals in total, and it is estimated that the defensive force has a conservative platoon, about 30 doctors and nurses, and the remaining patients are estimated to be about 100."

Yamamoto stared at Murakami in meditation for a moment, then asked, "Where's Okamoto?"

"He's still watching from the outside."

Yamamoto nodded, picked up a branch on the ground, drew an "L" on the ground and said, "Now take Yasuo Ikeda and Okamoto to the round, and then stay here and wait for the Eight Routes to evacuate, and then wait for the ambush."

"Hi!" Murakami bowed his head and accepted the order!

Yamamoto waved his hand, arranged another ambush point, and then sighed faintly.

This time he and Okazaki came out to fight in the wild. In order to find the arsenal of the Eighth Route Army, he abruptly divided the team of 500 people into more than 20 teams and cast a net to search.

As a result, no arsenal was found, but a place suspected of being a field hospital was accidentally found, so Yamamoto's team of less than 20 people planned to launch a sneak attack on it.

However, according to the information sent back by the scouts, it was obvious that the hospital was not small, so it was not easy to fight.

After being beaten by Ding Wei, Yamamoto lost half of his elite, which made him more cautious about the Eighth Route Army.

According to intelligence, there are about 18 people in a platoon, but there are only [-] people on his side. Although they are all elites, this time he dare not be tough, because he cannot afford to lose these elites.

Looking up at the bright moon and the deep starry sky, the corners of his mouth curled up, and then he beckoned to a communication soldier with a radio on his back, "Call the headquarters!"

"Hi!" The communicator received the order and immediately began to prepare to send a report.

"Yamamoto Special Forces, Commander Yamamoto needs air support, target, kidnapper ditch, Eighth Route Army field hospital."

"Hi!" The communicator agreed and began to send a report.

Ten minutes later, the signal soldier said, "Report, the command agrees to air support, but we need guidance."

Yamamoto raised his hand to check the time and said, "Call back, set fire at midnight!"

On the dark road, there is only one headlight illuminating the road not far ahead.

The mountain wind was bleak, and a cold chill poured into Xiaohong's collar, making her shiver, and then pressed her body tightly against Xu San's body.

The most despicable consequence is to provoke Xiao Hong's merciless bite.

Twist the accelerator, the motorcycle sprinted, and Xiao Hong's body instantly fell back. He was so scared that he quickly hugged Xu San tightly.

Xu San gave a strange "hehe" smile, and whispered, "Play with me, you little girl is too tender."

"Hmph! What's wrong with tenderness, at least it's fresh!" Xiaohong said angrily.

Xu San didn't reply anymore, drunk driving, night road, and the rugged mountain road, really made him not have much energy to argue with Xiaohong.

The speed of the car slowed down slowly, and then stopped.

He took off the coat on his body and handed it to Xiao Hong, "Put it on first, I see that you are frozen like a quail."

"Who is the quail, who is the quail, I am cold because you are driving too fast!" Although she was complaining, her heart was still warm.

"Don't pull it down, you know I'm protecting you from the wind in front." Then he pulled out a bright flashlight and pointed it at the front.