The situation in front of him made Han Zhenhan, who had just woken up, feel a little uncomfortable. Looking around, those who were lying on the ground and those who leaned on the trees were all his soldiers.

Looking at the ups and downs on their chests, it means that these kids are not dead like themselves.

Could it be that the battle beside the Yellow River was a dream, and Han Zhenhan didn’t have time to care about that team. Can the passing cavalry be Chinese still be unable to deal with the Chinese?

This is why Han Zhenhan returned to China for less time. After he came back, he was trapped in the military camp. I don’t know that some places have both officials and bandits.

If you have few people and few guns, I dare to kill people and rob. At worst, I can kill them all and silence them. When someone comes to the door, I will ask questions and ask them all. Anyway, there is no evidence to die.

As a result, Han Zhenhan, who had not thought much, howled out in a howl.

"It's all bad, wake up! The trumpeters blew the assembly trumpets for me! They were all lying on the ground and pretending to be dead for me."

Looking at the soldiers swaying around the ground, Han Zhenhan really couldn't figure it out. He vaguely remembered that he had fought a confused battle in Zhongtiao Mountain and ran to the enemy's encirclement with the damn engineer regiment.

Why are you in this forest now? And there are still those around here, and there are horses riding to the village warriors. You should know that it is wartime, let alone horses, even the plowing ox are military-managed supplies. How can there be horses for those ordinary people wearing leather armor to ride?

The zodiac leader was lying not far from Han Zhenhan's rise. When he heard Han Zhenhan's roar, the zodiac leader was frightened and stood up straight on the ground like a spring. He pulled out the 80% new short bronze zodiac around his waist.

A string of long wake-up numbers came out from the mouth of the long bronze trumpet, and the sound continued throughout the sky, echoing a long echo in the mountains and forests.

The soldiers in the forest sat up all over the place, and when they got up, they all seemed like they were hangovers, shaking their heads and shaking their heads and walking in vain.

"I asked you to blow the assembly trumpet, you still blow the wake-up trumpet! It's almost time to get up." As he said that, Han Zhenhan glanced at the watch he carried in his hand.

But it would be fine if he didn't look at it. The pointer in the Langqin watch on Han Zhenhan's wrist was rotating counterclockwise like a propeller of an airplane, without any intention of stopping. He could not even see the shadow of the hour hand.

The sound of assembly calls around him rang out, and the soldiers who had just woken up quickly gathered towards Han Zhenhan. Han Zhenhan himself was closing his right eye and squinting his left eye to look at the sun above his head for a long time. And the sound of assembly calls came from his ears.

"Bo Da~ The Model Regiment of the Trustee, Ba Baier and two of them arrived, please give the team a lecture!" This is a Sichuan battalion commander named Fan, who speaks with a heavy accent, but fortunately everyone can understand it.

Han Zhenhan came to his senses when he heard this number, and still closed his eyes and asked with his mouth tilted, "What's the situation? Lao Fan, those 200 people asked you to eat it!"

Usually, when Han Zhenhan says such things, the brothers and soldiers in the regiment will laugh. Han Zhenhan came back from the United States, and he likes that state of being both relaxed and disciplined.

But today no one laughed, and there was not even a look of laughter. Han Zhenhan's expression became serious and he lowered his head and glanced around. He saw the soldiers in an orderly queue in front of him.

Some of them were tied with bandages, some lost their hats, and their military uniforms were either pitch black or blood-stained. But the gun was still in their hands, although there were not necessarily any bullets, and the machete with red tassels was also on their backs. That was the guy who was fighting the invaders.

Han Zhenhan said in a little disbelief but full of doubt.

"Isn't the battle we fought in Zhongtiaoshan again a dream?"

"Um!"

"It's true that we jumped into the Yellow River?"

"Um!"

"Then it's not fake that we're not dead?"

"Um!"

"Brothers!!! We are not dead, brothers, do you know that there will be a blessing in the future if you survive the disaster? Do you know??"

With the confirmation of his brothers, Han Zhenhan knew which scene was not a dream. The brothers who had just been asked by him were almost crying, were brought back by Han Zhenhan.

Everyone cheered with Han Zhenhan, struggling with what they could throw in their hands. But the tears flowing out of their eyes as they cheered and shouted loudly.

When a man cries with sincerity, it will make people feel sad. And a group of men crying, laughing, and crying will only make people feel sad.

What they were sad about was their dead comrades, and they were strong enough to defend their country. Although Han Zhenhan was a monk who came halfway through and relied on women to support their nepotism, the title of the model group was earned by Han Zhenhan himself.

If the word "new recruit" was not added, the equipment of this model regiment would have better German equipment, rather than the Zhongzheng rifle in hand now.

But these are already enough to be proud of Han Zhenhan and the others, because there are five people in the Engineer Corps with a gun and two guns per squad.

Before Han Zhenhan could release his emotions with his model team, a rapid sound of horse hooves sounded behind Han Zhenhan.

The forest where Han Zhenhan and his team are not deep mountains and old forests, but a piece of woods that are not very lush and can be said to be very sparse.

Looking for the trumpet trumpet just now, coupled with the howling of Han Zhenhan and his group of people, the team of local heroes on horseback returned.

"Beg, how can you let me go, I'm, Bo Yi?" A thick voice came from behind Han Zhenhan, speaking very quickly.

Of course, Han Zhenhan couldn't understand what the other party was saying. Seeing someone coming, the new recruits would not move without receiving the order, and he was trained for more than half a year.

"This fellow villager, you'd better speak Chinese. I didn't understand what you were saying?" Han Zhenhan still had tears on his face. When he turned around, he saw that the other party was riding on his horse holding the reins and whip.

Seeing that the other party did not dismount and talked to him, I couldn't help but feel a little angry. This was very impolite, especially as an official, who was also a major leader. But seeing that the other party's outfit should be a Mongolian person with a high status.

Thinking of uniting all the forces of the War of Resistance, Han Zhenhan also endured this breath and waited for the other party to speak Chinese to communicate with him.

The other party didn't say anything, but a man behind him took a few steps forward, but he didn't exceed the position of the person in the lead. The man wrapped his hair in a square scarf and wore a long shirt with an open card, which looked a bit like a costume.

The man's face is thin, with thin eyebrows and eyes, thin mouth, and the slim beard under his lips are very slender. He looks like a fortune teller on the roadside. The other party stepped forward and said slowly,

"The senior officer asked you what you are? What kind of relatives are you? Is the donkey kicked in the brain? Is it even more the senior officer trying to catch up with relatives. He still doesn't kneel down and talk!"

Han Zhenhan was not angry but laughed, spread his hands and spread his hands to make a lot of himself from head to toe, and then said with a smile, "What are we? We are not Japanese, don't you know who we are?"

"Oh! It's really a twist, right? I kindly save your life and reward you with a bite of food. Are you shameless?"

Han Zhenhan felt angry in his harsh words. If Han Zhenhan was usually turned around and left, he would not provoke such people.

But so many brothers died in that battle just now. Now this opera singer is so sarcastic about him. Han Zhenhan is of course going to teach them a lesson.

"Come around me! Oh my god, I just like to climb relatives. Do you bite me?" Han Zhenhan mentioned that the matter of climbing relatives was an explosive pack.

Because Han Zhenhan is indeed a relative, he has become the leader of the regiment today, and he is still the highest commander of the war zone. I wonder how many people call him a fool.

After leaving such a tough backstage, there is such a good opportunity. What are you doing, you have to lead new recruits. Not only are you suffering and tired, but you are still so young. You have to join the General Staff of the Army. You can draw pictures without fighting, read newspapers, drink tea and fight horses, and get promoted and make money.

But Han Zhen and Han Fei said that he wanted to go to the front line and kill the invaders. Why not bring Wu Gou and collect the fifty states of Guanshan?

After going to the training ground, the commanders and commanders hid from him, and the backstage was so tough that they were not afraid of it. He was still alive to develop a "bad style" of freedom and democracy in the United States. To put it bluntly, it was a good thing, and there was something wrong with it.

He is completely a naughty person. With the reason of being related to the household registration, the military officer dares not make any move. Others are all 46 yuan supplies, and they are paid in full when they come to him.

This kid doesn't care about others' good things, and he is often picky and picky. The angry quarantine always blew his beard and stared at him, but he dared not speak out.

He rode the motorcycle he brought back from the United States and ran around in a mess, but not to mention that Han Zhenhan was indeed self-taught. His colleagues did not dare to fight against him on the surface, but secretly stumbling to him.

For example, Han Zhenhan's more than 20 companies and battalions were all famous as veterans.

The group of people who were originally waiting to see the joke were slapped hard by Han Zhenhan in the training and fell on the ground.

The title of the Model New Recruitment was the title given by the commander of the group army at that meeting. Han Zhenhan's own temperament, coupled with the mean sarcasm sitting on the horse.

This confrontation broke out directly, and at this moment, Han Zhenhan didn't know who the people he surrounded were.

When he ordered to surround the other party, there was no turmoil on the other party's face, but the few people in the lead laughed out loud.

The person who had just spoken to Han Zhenhan drove his horse and took a few more steps in the direction of Han Zhenhan. Han Zhenhan was afraid that the other party would take action, so he retreated with the other party's rhythm and fell a little in his momentum.

The visitor tied the reins and said, "Dirty Han people, how dare you surround me? Do you know who I am? Hahahahahahahaha~~"

A burst of unrestrained laughter, and most of the cavalry teams of nearly fifty people on the other side laughed.
Chapter completed!