During the break at night, Luo Er was alone in the officer's room, digesting all the twenty blue medicine boxes. The feedback he received had already made him smile; ten meters, the distance to collect lives, gave him a trump card.

It turned out that he had relied on his strong body and his courage to be afraid of death. He finally managed to build a piece of land, but he was always missed by others. The assassination of Luo Jiashan against him might be killed next time.

Now, with my own subtle and extreme perception, anyone who is within ten meters of his range will basically win it in the blink of an eye, and there will be no chance of action.

Luo Er, who was happy, slept for a while, called the guard Xiao Zhao. The two waved their arms and started making lunch for the upcoming militia brigade on the stove under the straw shed. According to the plan, the militia brigade would bypass the village and drive into the woods behind the military camp at noon, and sneak into the military camp through the fence wall.

The meals for more than 300 people are not that easy to cook. Even if you have stuffed rice, you have to cook them in a big pot more than a dozen times. Fortunately, this simple kitchen has a lot of firewood.

When the first pot of rice was opened, Luo Er and Xiao Zhao first served a full lunch box, but there was no vegetables, and dug a big bite with a spoon. "Hehe," Xiao Zhao, who was so hot that he was still reluctant to spit out the rice in his mouth, and quickly blew it in his mouth.

He took the lunch box and happily scooped a spoonful. Luo Er blew it, and suddenly his ears moved, "Xiao Zhao, the rice is just stuffy, continue," he said, holding his lunch box, then clamped two lunch boxes filled with rice under his elbow, and shaking towards the gate.

"Ah." Sitting on a wooden bench, Xiao Zhao looked at the two large bags of rice beside him, took a few bites with a bitter face, carefully pressed the lid of the lunch box, picked up a copper basin, and started washing the rice again. Fortunately, the four large tanks were filled with clear water, otherwise he would have gone to the stream outside to fetch water.

At this time, it was dawn, and at the gate of the barracks, two guards wearing khaki uniforms and carrying rifles, stood in the middle of the gate with cold faces; in the open space ten steps away, a farmer who had picked two large bundles of vegetables stood there dumbfoundedly.

The middle-aged farmer with a dark face was wearing an open shirt and a pair of worn-out cloth shoes under his feet, trying hard to gesture; helplessly, two soldiers who could not understand his words swung their guns fiercely, as if they were close to them.

"What's going on? I don't even let the dishes be delivered?" The farmer looked behind him in embarrassment. On the road in the distance, two thin men were staring at him viciously.

"Sir. Do you want vegetables? Grass," he said before in Philippine dialect. The last word is Chinese; the Chinese who immigrated to the Philippines from his ancestors are preparing to go back to the town to sell vegetables.

However, he did not expect that the two soldiers could not understand other words, but the Chinese characters and grass were heard very clearly; the two soldiers who had been trained in Luojiashan for a long time heard the most were the instructors' swearing words.

Before the inferior shoulder pole was seen, the figure in front of him flashed. A distance of five meters, a soldier rushed over, staring at his red eyes, and gently pressed the rifle in his hand.

The worn-out rifle was pressed against the shoulder pole, and even a man with some strength could not lift it. The middle-aged man, who was suppressing his anger, looked at the soldiers in front of him with a breath, "It's over, the food will be gone soon."

On the road, there were a few squeaks of laughter, and two rascals in the village were dancing and pointing.

Just as the farmer was thinking of having nothing left, "Membersman, how much does this dish cost?" said a muffled voice in his ears.

Although the pronunciation was a bit strange, the farmer still understood it. He blinked and was stunned for a moment, and replied casually, "Twenty pesos," this time, he spoke in Chinese in a low voice.

Sure enough, the soldier took out a stack of pesos, and even counted them, and stuffed them directly into his hands. The pesos seized by Luo Er made these guards pretend, but he looked down on them at all. Besides, the guards would do some trivial matters directly, and it would be better to decorate some money.

"This, sir, there are too many," he said, and the farmer squeezed out three bills and hurriedly sent the others back to the guards. Not to mention whether the money was enough to treat his own girl, even if he got it, the two scoundrels behind him had to remove a large piece.

The guard ignored the panicked farmer, held the gun with one hand and grabbed the shoulder pole with the other. The vegetables of more than 60 kilograms were easily picked up like a child, "I bought your shoulder pole."

Not to mention the somewhat dull farmer, two thin men on the road far away stared at the money in the farmer's hands greedily, and their eyes looked at the turning guards strangely. In their impression, it was a long time ago that the soldiers in the military camp did not deduct the money for vegetables.

The guard left, and the farmer was secretly happy. He hurriedly stuffed the ordinary banknotes into his waist, put the other half into his pocket, and then turned around and walked towards the two men. After years of habit, he also recognized the life of being blackmailed.

Luo Er, who had already walked to the gate of the military camp, glanced at the three people outside, and then looked at his guards. These two guys, who were like door gods, were not sleepy all night, probably because they were too energetic.

Squatting in the corner behind the gate, Luo Er ate the rice carefully and no longer cared about the departing Chinese; this is not Luojiashan, before the team came, you can have less trouble.

When he walked to two thugs from the same village, the middle-aged man handed a few bills, but his hand was slapped open; a man muttered quickly, slapped his face, and his black and thin claws quickly touched his belt.

Soon, the numb farmer was searched for the banknotes on his body. As for his behavior of hiding money privately, the two of them laughed and only fell down a small-denominated banknote, and spit out a thick yellow phlegm on it.

Looking at the dirty peso under his feet, a trace of evil spirit flashed on the farmer's face and disappeared. His wife and daughter were still in the village, and life continued. They offended this courageous bastard and would not be able to live in the future.

The strong emotions flashed across the farmer's body made Luo Eryi, who was fifty meters away, shook his head and thought for a while, speeding up the pace of eating.

The two men who took the money came to the military camp with a smile, stretched their heads and looked inside, not caring about the guard's guns at all; in their opinion, these pretentious soldiers were also like those who loved money and love sex at heart.

"Jijigugu...", in front of the two guards, the two men said, but saw two cold faces; waved the banknotes in their hands, and the two men gestded again.

They went to the military camp to play money, and even took soldiers to nearby villages to find some women who love small money and steal. They were so familiar with each other.

Although they knew the two sentries and infantry, they were used to the soldiers who changed their defenses like flowing water. At the beginning, they were all reserved as strangers.

Looking at the two dark locals, the two guards picked up their guns helplessly, and the bullets were loaded, and the rusty security was lifted. Out of the corner of their eyes, they had already noticed that the commander was squatting beside him, looking at him with a smile.

The two quite patient men jumped like monkeys for a while, before they could breathe. "Mad, get out." A loud roar almost roared on the ground; the guard who bought vegetables just now could not help it.

He robbed people of money and came to show off. The guard who was looking for death, was already sowed by the provocation. If the commander hadn't been behind him, the butt stock in his hand would have swung several times.

If you replace them with a weapon like a rag, this is the right of the superior, and the protest is invalid, so you admit it; but you two monkeys are so fucking bullying, so you jump out early in the morning.

The guard next to him couldn't help but roared forward, and stepped forward, "Crack", just two feet. If you didn't be careful, these two feet would have been killed.

"Ah, ah," two screams, two men rolling like balls, and more than a dozen people were stumbled into the dust next to the road, and they couldn't get up for a long time; "Ah, ah, ah" the two dirty men struggled to raise their heads and saw a pair of cloth shoes with big toes exposed, almost touching their noses.

The farmer, who suffered heavy losses this morning, did not even leave the rice for a day, and stood there blankly, his face dark; the dirty little money was lying alone in the dust.

"Wow, huh," the man who got up did not dare to yell in the direction of the military camp, waved his delicate arms and kept slapping the farmer; the man who got up spit out the sour rice dump in his mouth and began to beat the farmer.

The farmer hugged his head and squatted on the ground, allowing two men who suffered losses to vent their dissatisfaction on their bodies.

In this situation, Luo Er had already put down his lunch box, with no mercy in his eyes, only a trace of surprise, and the rest was cruel; a strong man was beaten by two thin monkeys, and he didn't even have the courage to fight back. This was the first time he saw him.

The Chinese in the Philippines will not have such a weak backbone, they are all soft to the soles of their feet.

Pulling out the **** from his waist, Luo Er walked towards the camp gate. Seeing that the two guys had no intention of stopping, "可,可", two gunshots echoed at the camp gate.

The deafening gunshot shocked the two men. When they turned around, they saw a young man who looked like an officer. The gun was rushing to the gun and fled in a hurry. In the midst of the turmoil, they pushed the farmer to pick up the money on the ground.

The two monkeys ran away. Luo Er glanced at the farmer coldly, turned around and looked at the two guards fiercely, "The noise of the military camp will not stop, and the lunch will be detained." After that, he walked into the military camp angrily.

Let them use Philippine military weapons not for the sake of chilling, but for the decoration of the store. Now, in Chinese, everything will be exposed, and the punishment for a meal will be light.

With big eyes, the two guards who were roaring in their stomachs suddenly regretted it. If they had taken action earlier just now, they would have eaten rice. There were only four people in the military camp, and there was no one to talk to each other.

On the road far away, the farmer who was knocked down to the ground stood up and looked at the military camp in confusion, shook his head and staggered towards the village; today, the family had nothing to eat vegetable soup.

But they said that two local thugs ran halfway through the way and suddenly remembered the last words the sentry shouted. They didn't understand, but they were definitely not the words they used to be in the army. Thinking about it, the two looked at each other alertly and hurried to the village chief's house.

When the sun began to jump out of the clouds and shone with the scorching sunlight, a team of fully armed soldiers walked along the dusty highway to three kilometers away from the barracks, bypassed the village on the roadside, turned into the dense forests in the mountains, and marched behind the barracks.

At this time, Luo Er was standing at the gate of the military camp, carrying two guards, wearing new American summer uniforms, and carrying an m1a1 submachine gun on his chest; opposite them were several village cadres in black trousers, and some thugs watching the fun were followed behind them.

"Listen, we are the newly replaced troops, military pivotal places, forbidden to approach." Luo Er shouted loudly in a round English speech; beside him, the two guards had already loaded bullets and were ready to shoot.

"This lieutenant, I am the village chief of a nearby village, my name is," the village chief with a bulging forehead and a pair of goldfish-eyed eyes smiled kindly and stepped forward; "Da da da da da da," a row of bullets swept over, splashing dust in front of his feet. With the guard who had learned his lesson, this time he started to do it very neatly.

"Don't talk nonsense," Luo Er raised his head arrogantly. The guy with a very vision in front of him was probably a veteran. He was very familiar with the military rank on his shoulders. "The military camp will be expanded soon. I need a large number of civilians, each with 30 pesos per day. You go and gather people. I will see them before dinner."

Luo Er took out a cigar and showed the lighter in the local area. He lit it on his own and slowly spit out a sip of green smoke. "If I can't see more than 200 civilians, hehe, you village chief will have to work," Luo Er's white teeth shone with a chill in the sun.

"Oh, 30 pesos?" As soon as the money was released, the village chief's original suspicion of the officer was immediately thrown to the Pacific Ocean. It was not surprising that he shot the gun in the military camp. It was also fashionable to say a few foreign words.

Even the men behind the village chief, including the two originally resentful guys, were surprised to smile after Luo Er's words. As a colony that was not long ago, they could roughly understand English. You must know that English is also the official language of the country.

These lazy guys who have been lazy for many years immediately began to consider the Chinese in the village when they heard the price of Luo Er's move. You must know that only hardworking Chinese can work quickly and get better, and others are simply not as good as those of them.

If you give someone and get half the reward, 15 pesos is also a high price. These Chinese people can survive by drinking vegetable soup, so it would be better to give 10 pesos. With quick thoughts, not only the village chief, but also his dog-legged men are drooling.

"Touch," a cloth bag threw it over and smashed it at the foot of the village chief. "This is a deposit of one thousand pesos. You can go back," Luo Er said lightly, with a high aura.

With the deposit, the group happily turned back to the village. No one remembered their plans when they arrived. "I'll greet the people in the village, and no one is allowed to interfere. I don't care about other villages." From a distance, the village chief was still arranging his subordinates.

"Bah, a bunch of wealth fans," the guard stood behind Luo Er and spat disdainfully. The money was already all the money plundered, and all that was left was bullets.

Luo Er looked at the crowd away and sneered in his heart.

"Dingdeng" and footsteps came. The guard platoon leader Zhou Guangdao, with his brothers, rushed over quickly, "Report to the commander, all the guard platoons are here."

"Well, you will build a post station immediately. Thank you for your hard work today," Luo Er said lightly, without looking back. "Before dark, a civilian came, you are responsible for setting it up on the playground, and you are ready to take action at night."

"Yes," Zhou Guangdao saluted quickly. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers hula opened their formation, took out their engineer shovels, and began to dig out the defensive positions.

The guards who went back to report the news were full of amazing momentum and their sudden increase in strength, which made the soldiers in the guard platoon so jealous. Especially Zhou Guangdao, whose soldiers were several steps stronger than him, how could he bear it?

Looking at the two soldiers around Luo Er, the calm posture, Zhou Guangdao couldn't help but tremble. He was close to the water tower, and he was almost at a step behind him. He followed the commander immediately, and he didn't dare to say more now. Luo Er just pretended that he didn't see it.

A squad had a secret guard. When the team entered the barracks, Zhou Guangdao had already sent it to the surroundings. What he now hoped was that the commander would be kind enough to make himself run as soon as possible, and kick a tree with a broken wrist.

In the military camp, a group of soldiers, led by the company commander, entered the barracks. If there were not enough rooms, they also began to build tents. The camp, which had been silent all night, became lively again.

Zhang Zhuowen and Luo Ling did not come to find Luo Er, but instead took a communication squad to occupy an officer's dormitory and quickly set up a radio station; four officer's dormitories entered the medical squad and the command post of the battalion.

There was only one dormitory, and no one had any idea. It was the dormitory of the superior, close to the playground.

Sitting in the dormitory with a telephone, Luo Er glanced at the dark green phone on the table and had a real understanding of the corruption of the Philippine army. It has been almost a day and a night now, and the superior unit of this company has not even had a single contact number.

According to the regulations of the Volunteer Army Company where Luo Er is located, the company and superior units, that is, the battalion department, must contact twice a day on time and have no phone number, and must send a communications soldier. Unlike the army here, everyone is safe and too lazy to call him.

With the joining of the cooks in various companies, Xiao Zhao finally got rid of the bitter sea of ​​stuffy rice and the big pot of vegetables was quickly prepared; the vegetables picked by the farmer had already begun to be assigned to the cooking pots of each class.

After lunch, in the officers' dormitory, Luo Er, Lin Tao, Lu Fang, Lei Biao, Li Zifeng, Zhang Zhuowen, and six people surrounded the map on the table and began to figure out where to raid.

"There are some Chinese in the village here," Luo Er glanced at the map and said leisurely, "I have already pretended to use civil servants and notified the village to send them over." It was said that it was a delivery, but only Zhang Zhuowen understood clearly, and he might be robbed over if he was intimidated.

"Tonight, I will lead the guards to move out and first touch the details of the two infantry companies." Luo Erbited the map and looked at Lin Tao, "Chief Staff Lin, one hour after we set off, you will lead the 23rd Company to occupy this place and establish an ambush position."

"Five machine guns and two mortars were seized from this Philippine infantry company, and you can bring them with you," Luo Er's calm face could not see any fluctuations.

"Isn't this the village in front?" Lin Tao looked at the map and asked suspiciously.

"That's right, it's right, but after tonight, it's meaningless on the map," Luo Er replied with a smile, with a hint of murderous aura in his smile. The corners of these Han officers' eyes moved slightly, and they had some questions about the boss's instructions.

"These miscellaneous pieces should disappear," Zhang Zhuowen's sudden words confused the four officers.

Although they had questions and were puzzled, they must resolutely complete Luo Er's orders, and they can keep their opinions if they have any opinions.

"The first company is responsible for the guard camp and guarding the civilians. If there are provocations, they will be killed without mercy." With Luo Er's cold order, the officers in the room stood at attention, "Yes." (To be continued...)

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