Chapter 4 Reunion (Five)

While cursing, he exhaled his sluts with his dog legs, while shrank his shoulders and suffered hardships after the fortifications. At this moment, Feng Xuerong only hoped that his previous thoughts would be 100% correct. The 93rd Regiment would never cross the river from Yangjiaqiao. If he wanted to pass, he had to wait until he handed over the fortifications with the Japanese Imperial Army. By then, it would be no matter who lost and who won. Anyway, everyone in the world knew that the Imperial Army had a negative combat power, and barely pulling it onto the battlefield would only drag his own people's back.

It seemed that he had guessed it. When it was dawn, the one who rushed to the other side of the river was indeed a group of "Great Japanese Imperial Army". Although they walked all over and over, the people and horses were covered with mud, but when they looked at the bright flashlights in the team and the steel helmets with bright steamers behind their heads, they knew that the visitors were definitely elite.

"Which one is on the other side of the river? Taijun asked you to report your number yourself." The elite soldiers were well equipped and their airs were extraordinary. The war horses were still far away from the bridge, so they sent an interpreter to order across the river.

"Report to Taijun, we are the first squadron of the Jining Brigade of the Chanan Self-Defense Army. I am Feng Xuerong, the squadron leader, and the commander opposite. What part of the Taijun behind you are from?" Feng Xuerong felt relieved and jumped up from the fortifications and responded loudly.

"Don't you have eyes? Look at it yourself." The translator took advantage of his power and waved the plaster flag behind him with a flashlight, responding unhappily.

This person was so fast that Feng Xuerong saw nothing except the red plaster in the middle of the flag. However, the more he did, the more he felt that the identity of the visitor was extraordinary. Think about it, what level is the Japanese front-line troops and what level is the local self-defense force of the Imperial Army? Both sides cannot stand together at all. It is justified that they are tilted their necks and not holding their eyelids. If they have a friendship with him as a corporal, there will be something tricky inside. Maybe they are pretending to be the Eighth Route Army. The world is so big, and only the latter pays attention to everyone's equality.

The other traitors who were frozen by Ye Feng were also full of snot. They were also a bunch of bad bones. They were usually abused by the Japanese. The more they didn't give them a good look, the more they felt more comfortable. Without waiting for Feng Xuerong to give orders, they rushed out from the fortifications one by one, and moved the wooden fence blocking the bridge on his side to welcome the imperial army.

"Let's go." The only one who is more cautious was Feng Xuerong's deputy Zhu Dakang, who quietly pulled the squadron leader running out from behind and whispered, "I think something is wrong. Look at them, they are all over 1.7 meters tall. How can the Japanese Taijun in our Jining City grow so tall?"

"Ah~." Feng Xuerong immediately had a cold war, and the hairs all over his body stood up at the same time. He rushed to the fortifications, holding the cold sandbag, shouted at the traitors outside: "Stop, stop me, I haven't given an order yet, you guys are anxious to show their diligence, come back to the back of the sandbag, and wait until I and Taijun verify their identities, everyone will list them to greet them."

After drinking, he quickly filled up a smirk on his face and explained to the translator on the other side: "Sir, please tell me about the Taijun, who is in charge of the affairs behind you. You must verify your identity before you can cross the bridge. This is the order that the superiors repeatedly reiterated. The small ones, the small ones, deliberately followed the head and did it."

"Bastard." The translator glanced at him and slowly touched the turtle box on his waist. "I think you are so fucking impatient. You actually took a chicken feather as a command arrow to verify your identity, how to verify it? Did someone speak Japanese? Do you understand?"

Feng Xuerong was scolded and his vigilance was immediately reduced by half. He quickly bowed to the other side of the river, and then continued to whisper, "Help, help, this big brother, I'm not forced to do anything about it. Please tell Taijun and ask him to take out the warrant for us to see. We don't have to be too serious, just go through the motions, just go through the motions."

"Yes, brother translator, please help me pass a message. Anyway, it won't take long to go through the motions." Other traitors both smiling and standing behind the fence to help Feng Xuerong. The "Japanese Imperial Army" opposite is unlikely to be fake, but being more careful is better than being unprepared. The military work team of the Eighth Route Army is said to like to pretend to be the Japanese Imperial Army and cheat everywhere. Don't accidentally get fooled by them.

"You wait, it made Taijun angry, you are happy." The translator was forced by everyone and left a threatening word, turned around and asked the Japanese for advice. In a moment, a fat man riding a high-headed East Asian horse walked out of the "Imperial Army" team, pointed his whip in his hand at the traitors' faces, and cursed, "Bagatnee, mom, Kangbawan, Aligadosi, cum, you are full of Qiwajiali"

"Bastard." The translator was standing in front of the Japanese fat man's horse with his stomach, and pretended to be powerful. "Taijun said, you are all bastards. He came to block China's 93rd Regiment under the order of the Supreme Command of the Mongolian Governor Army. What does it mean to set up roadblocks to prevent him from crossing the river? Did you get bribed by Chinese spies and deliberately block him on the east bank of the river so as to give the 93rd Regiment a chance to attack."

"No, I don't have it, Taijun, don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand." Feng Xuerong was so scared that his crotch was wet. He quickly turned it out from the fortifications and trotted forward to explain, "I really just want to go through the motions, and since Taijun doesn't want to waste time, just forget it, why are you still standing there? He is trying to move the roadblocks and help Taijun cross the bridge."

The second half of the sentence was shouted at the traitors under his command. When the dogs heard it, they rushed forward again, carrying it and hugging it. In a blink of an eye, they cleaned up the obstacles blocked on the bridge, fearing that they would slow down, annoy the Japanese officer on Ama's back and were killed by the other party to warn the monkey.

Only the deputy captain Zhu Dakang kept his last bit of vigilance, rushed over quickly, and whispered to remind again, "Captain, they don't look like Japanese, and they have not presented a warrant, either."

"Bang." Feng Xuerong swung his arm and slapped Zhu Dakang hard. "You have only seen a few Japanese people, but you dare to doubt it randomly. He doesn't look like Japanese people. You look like Japanese people. Does that Japanese horse look like Japanese? Could it be that Japanese language? "

"This!" Zhu Dakang was beaten up, and it was completely quiet. The fat white man on the horse did not look like a Japanese, but the war horse under his crotch was definitely a good horse transported by Japan. An ordinary Mongolian horse could not grow so tall, and the movements of slow trotting could not be so elegant.

"It's a shame." Seeing Feng Xuerong take the initiative to defend the "Japanese", the interpreter spitted on the ground and scolded him disdainfully. The traitors of all sizes were scolded and their faces were hot, but they did not dare to give up. They bent their waists and whispered: "Brother, brother, don't be as knowledgeable as him. Our Captain Zhu has a little axieties in his temperament, but he is absolutely loyal and loyal to the Great Japanese Imperial Army."

"Loyalty or not, please explain to Taijun later." The translator still refused to forgive them, shrugged, and followed the Japanese fat man to gather his own team. After more than ten seconds, the Japanese soldiers on the east bank of the river reorganized their formation, three rows, and rode their horses to the bridge one after another. Everyone held the colored gloves on the sabre, with murderous aura on their faces.

Seeing this scene, the traitors felt more and more frightened. They stood along the bridge head in two rows, nodding and bowing constantly. The squadron leader Feng Xuerong stood at the front of the team, and his smile on his face was like a blooming dog tail flower. "Welcome to Taijun, welcome to Taijun. The fortifications and people have been repaired long ago, and they have also prepared hot water and dry food for Taijun. If Taijun feels that there is no place to be done, please criticize directly. Beijun must be sure and make every effort to improve it."

"Ye, hee." Seeing Feng Xuerong preparing so considerately, the fat Japanese officer finally had a smile on his face, and stopped his mount in front of him and praised loudly.

Even if no one helped translate, Feng Xuerong knew that these two words were to praise him. He quickly bent his waist a little more, and responded with a down-eye look, "These are all things that are supposed to be done by humble officials and should be done. I only want Taijun and others to be satisfied, and I only want Taijun to be satisfied."

"Yahe." The fat white Japanese officer was very satisfied. He jumped off his mount and patted Feng Xuerong on the shoulder, "You, a traitor, Taijun is very satisfied."

"Yes, traitor, big, big." Feng Xuerong was photographed so that his bones were lighter. Even though he knew that the word traitor was not a compliment, he still repeated it according to the other party's words.

"Yahe." The fat white man held back his smile and continued to use the fabricated Japanese command, "Are your subordinates here? Hurry up and gather them together, Taijun, Taijun wants to teach his work."

"Yes, yes, Taijun, please wait. The cadres are all here. The soldiers and soldiers are all in the fortifications. Now, I will go there." Feng Xuerong bowed again, turned around and summoned the soldiers. After only two steps, hesitantly felt something was wrong. He turned around and murmured, "Taijun, Taijun, why do you speak Chinese, Chinese,?"

"Baga, do you care if I can speak Chinese." The fat white man Shao Yong knew that he had worn the gang and immediately pulled out his saber and put it on Feng Xuerong's neck fiercely, "Let your people come out to gather, otherwise, they will die."
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