Hu Yi got out of the car, tightly put his collar and hat straightened. He felt empty on his waist and shoulders. He was very uncomfortable. When he was in charge of the team, he used a machine gun. He handed in when he left the team. According to the regulations, he can now go to the Military Control Office to get a gun. However, Hu Yi gave up this idea. Not to mention whether the Military Control Office has guns, even if it can be obtained, it is a problem whether it can be broken into pieces or not. It is better to burn a fire stick, which is more cumbersome to carry it on your back. He walked straight away and squeezed out the crowd and searched for his new troops along the platform to report.

In a corner of the platform, the third company commander sat on the ammunition box, crossing his legs, his rough and black hands rubbed the tin-lit case, and gently pressed the button, and the case jumped up with a snap. With the dim lights on the platform, you can still see the crystal clearness on the dial, ticks and ticks and rhythms accurately. After getting close to it, you can't help but think of yourself: "What time is this fucking time? Well..."

"Report! Soldier Hu Yi came to report to the Third Company." His voice was low and powerful, neither humble nor arrogant, interrupting the third company commander's murmuring.

Under the dark light, a thin man in his twenties stood in front of him. For some reason, his old gray uniform had wrinkles, but he was particularly tall and cold when he wore it. On the platform at the night after the rain, against the background of the sloppy soldiers, he seemed so out of place, just like passing through a dark thorny forest, he suddenly saw a quiet moonlight flat lake.

The third company commander closed his watch and held it in his palm. He looked up at Hu Yi. This unlucky guy was beaten into a big-headed soldier and still looked so good. Mr. Wang chose a good son-in-law. Thinking of this, he smiled at Hu Yi: "Well, Hu Yi. I heard that you let more than a dozen deserters go away and didn't shoot their backs. OK. It seems that you are a person of temperament, and I like it. When you arrive in the third company, you will have to wear a pair of pants with us, drink a bowl of water, and steadily mix with me in the third company. Well, that's the case, I'll divide you into three rows. Now you can go to the wall over there to find your platoon leader's father-in-law." Amid the laughter around, Hu Yi threw a military salute neatly and officially joined the third company.

This is a typical company commander. Hu Yi gave such an evaluation in his heart, reckless, selfish, and not flexible enough. Although thinking this way does not mean that Hu Yi hates him. At least people like the company commander are easy to interact and not complicated, but the changes on the battlefield are often complicated. I hope that the third company will not lose too much life for this company commander. Thinking of this, Hu Yi suddenly realized that maybe he was too complicated. On the machine gun company's position back then, his complexity killed the entire company's lives. His faces of pain, fear and helplessness, endless flames, and continuous wails suddenly popped up, making Hu Yi's eyes turn black. He is the person who is the least worthy of being the company commander, so how can he have the face to evaluate others!

Wang Laozuo held Hu Yi's hand and refused to let go. No one who had seen the scene could not help but blush, but couldn't find the opportunity to let go.

"Hu Yi, are you here? Are you hurt? "

"It's good that you're fine, you can't hold on if you have something."

"I must be older than you, so I'll sell you Xiao Hu."

"I said Xiao Hu, we will be a family in the future, and you can't see each other."

"The platoon leader is nothing. From now on, you will call me Brother Wang, or you will look down on me."

Zhao Yong on the side looked sour. Why didn’t I call me Brother Wang when I joined the army? This is too fucking... The big guy and the silly boy just smiled honestly at Hu Yi. It was still the cold and mottled broken wall, and it turned into five figures...

After entering such a fighting group, Hu Yi didn't know whether he should be glad or sad. Hu Yi didn't think much about Wang Lao Kuo's enthusiasm, but he finally had a basic understanding of the third platoon. Including the new self, there were five people in total. The reserve team could not do this size. At best, it could be considered a direct infantry squad in the company. This is not surprising. The supplementary troops could never keep up. Some companies even directly abolished units, leaving only one platoon of companies. Hu Yi also heard that the grassroots command of the army was still very backward, and concentrated fighting, centralized defense, and concentrated retreat. There was indeed no need to split it under such simple command. The third company is now the virtue. The first platoon's main attack or main defense, the second platoon should or be a reserve team, and the third platoon is optional.

It's okay, Hu Yi thought so. Now he can't find any support. He has been raised by a beard since he was a child, so he is naturally a beard. He once longed for martial arts to travel alone for thousands of miles. When he was young, he entered the military dream of being a powerful man to make achievements. Now, it is all illusory destruction. The lost hometown, the broken mountains and rivers, countless living lives passed away, and the plaster flag that is as disgusting as the fig leaf. Failure and failure, retreat and retreat, and then to the south of the Yangtze River. All this is true.

What is it for? For the hometown? The distant hometown is no longer in the northeast. For the country? What has the country given to itself? For the lover? It’s a pity that I have never loved, nor have I been loved. What is love? Hu Yi really hopes that I am a little stupid and stupid, and don’t have to worry about these annoying things anymore. Like the third company commander, he focuses on the gadgets in his palm. Because he is tired, he doesn’t want to get tired anymore. Fortunately, God gave me three rows of this paradise. Although he still can’t stay away from the smoke of gunpowder, Hu Yi is very satisfied.

It was not until Mr. Wang put his skinny big hand on Hu Yi's shoulder that Hu Yi woke him up from his numb thoughts.

"Hey, I said Xiao Hu, why didn't I get a gun? That guy, silly boy, you just eat but don't work, now go to the Military Control Office..."

Hu Yi raised his hand and interrupted Wang Laozuo: "Platform leader, don't bother, just be brisk in your empty hands."

"Look, I said I asked you to call me brother, why is it still the platoon leader?" Then Mr. Wang slapped his forehead again: "Hey, look at my stupid brain, that's right. The military commander's gun is fooling the recruits. You can use my hand." After that, he grabbed the 79th rifle behind him and stuffed it to Hu Yi.

All the metal bulges are grinding brightly, with a slight glow, and the guard and buttstock are also smooth and fitted to the hands because they have grasped too much. The gun is of varying quality, and it is not easy to get started by just grabbing it. It is often necessary for the owner to use it for a long time before he can slowly touch the rules and become handy.

Hu Yi returned the gun to Wang Laozhao: "Platform leader, oh Brother Wang, you fed this gun yourself, you should keep it yourself. I will definitely not be able to use it for new use, and it will not be easy for you to change the gun. Why are we going to suffer this crime?"

Wang Laolao is a veteran, so of course he understands that Hu Yi’s words are definitely not polite, so he no longer forces them.

Zhao Yong on the other side interrupted at this time: "I said to the platoon leader, you look at your pretentiousness and you are willing to give away your pocket watch. What is a gun?" He said, and said, "Is there any gun? Isn't it enough to buy one for him?"

Listening to Zhao Yong's sour voice, Hu Yi knew that he was talking about himself with a gun and a stick, and he didn't mind with a wry smile. Wang Laokuo also knew that Zhao Yong was sarcasticating Hu Yi, and immediately became a little annoyed: "When I have money, I will definitely buy a coffin first, and keep it for you, who has no eyesight. Is it okay?"

Zhao Yong lost his voice, and Wang Laoxiao didn't say anything. The conversation came to an end. Five figures in three rows continued to squat under the wall and looked silently at the "Wandering Souls" going west.

The silly boy didn't have a gun either. The platoon leader thought he was small and short, so he didn't let him take it, and he didn't teach him. Of course, he was not interested in guns. He was just a scammer. Why do you want a gun? Can a gun be eaten? But now seeing the good-tempered platoon leader almost got angry about the gun, the silly boy felt that he had to do something. He patted his butt and stood up, said to relieve his hands, and disappeared into the night.

Some of the defeated soldiers were alone, some were in groups, some were gangs, some were whole companies and all were built. Some were wounded and supported, some were tired and hungry, and some were marching in a hurry, just like a river full of rocks flowing, some were quiet and some were rushing.

The silly boy followed the crowd and stared at the three people in front. The person in the middle seemed to be injured, and his left and right arms were surrounded by one's neck, and he was held by two comrades in his arms, and he moved forward slowly. He felt that someone was suddenly pushed on his back. The three of them staggered for a few steps but still couldn't stabilize them, and finally fell to the ground. The injured man groaned, and before the two men who were supporting him had even got up, he turned around and scolded, "Who is your grandma blind..." He saw a half-old boy looking at them blankly, and suddenly he fell into the mud and cried loudly: "The silver dollars on the ground are mine, don't rob my silver dollars, I dropped them, don't pick them up, my silver dollars... "

The three of them were stunned on the ground, and even the injured stopped moaning and turned to see, uh—What's the situation? The people in front, back and left and right stopped hearing the sound, and many more figures rushed over, and the three people who were pulling the ground to look for them. A few more figures leaned over and opened their mouths and cursed: "You grandsons are cowards when fighting the Japanese, but they are capable when robbing the ocean."

"What's your business, what part of you?"

"I am from the Forty-eighth Army, if you lose, your mother will lose in the hands of you scumbags."

"Your grandma, you are a hero. Why do you still run westward? If you want to be a hero, go back to Shanghai."

"Do you believe it if my fist can beat Japanese and dogs?"

"Try touching the 48th Army's miscellaneous parts, I'm not afraid of being beaten by the Japanese, but I'm afraid of you..."

I couldn't see who was who and who was with whom. Anyway, I finally started to take action. First, there were three or seven people greeting each other, then eighteen or nineteen people to tear and pull, followed by dozens of punches and kicks. As the comrades and comrades from their respective troops gradually joined, it officially evolved into a melee between two established hundreds of people. Although they didn't move, they were like a battlefield, without much nonsense, but heavy breathing and low roars, chaotic intertwined, as if they were holding on to the final position. The emotions of these defeated soldiers were powder kegs. They had been sad for too long and suppressed for too long. Once they were ignited by a certain accidental small factor, they immediately vented their entire lives like a flood that broke through the dam, and they were unstoppable.
Chapter completed!