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Strange to say, after a few gunshots, the crowd who were crazy, jumping, shouting, crying, fucking, screaming, crawling, and arguing didn't move at all. No shouting, no crawling, no screaming, all of them used the playground as a bed, fell down and went to sleep, some stretched their waists, and some snorted as soon as they lay down. The head of the duck egg head was so angry that he kicked the old trumpeter's ass desperately, and ordered him to sound the horn for the third time; no matter how loud the horn sounded, those guys who were exhausted from the camp were still in their dreams He refused to get up, Yadantou had no choice but to go down to kick people with his adjutant and Ma Bian. One side kicked up one sitting on the ground and rubbing his eyes, and the other side kicked up another yawning with his mouth crooked. Those who kicked up lay down again.Seeing a fish-belly glow in the east, the group of people woke up and slowly gathered together, each of them was listless and dejected, and returned to their usual old appearance.

Because the camp was inauspicious, the telegram was frustrating again. The duck egg head’s lectures were not lectures, but rather like reciting a book of swearing. Mothers, grandmas, bitches, bastards, five or eight generations of ancestors were all reprimanded When they came out, the audience under the stage was covered in dust, and the embarrassed and out-of-shape guys rolled their eyes at each other. No one knew what happened at night?Who doesn't know why they rolled out of the hot quilt on the grass and got covered in dirt? "Your grandma's grandma! It's time to cut off your head!" The head of Yadantou scolded and spit out before getting to the point: "The salt market shouted to protect the salt to resist the tax, and raised guns to rebel! You are all in front of nothing?!—— Yanshi does not pay taxes for the defense army, you still want to have food? Get paid?...Eat your mother's fart! Take your mother's ass! Dumb, he had to stop talking and let his spittle moisten: "So, the commander-in-chief ordered me to lead you to hand over their guns. I can't keep it! My regiment leader will lose his head, and you will also have to be stabbed! Damn, you are so confused, do you understand?!" "Understood...!" Those guys under the stage who haven't woken up yet , opened his throat out of habit and let out a roar.

"Okay! Understand it!" The leader of Yadantou nodded and said: "As long as you can break through the salt market, my mother will give flowers, wine and gambling holidays! My mother will allow you to steal money, drink, Play girl, let you make a fortune, take it easy,...uh, huh," he suddenly frowned again, thinking of something to say: "Now, each battalion sends out a tolerance officer who was shot to start mining and destroying it; For the rest, disband for me and prepare to go, listen to the sound of the horn and then assemble. After disbanding, the three battalion commanders stayed behind and went with me to the regiment headquarters to discuss the start of the war."

In ancient legends, there was a story about killing people and offering sacrifices to flags before leaving the army. Many Beiyang soldiers who love to play in the bookstore have heard the tragic story dripping with blood, but it was just a prisoner who was proposed to be beheaded by the death row. Tolerance is shot to death, and only the leader of the duck egg head can do it, and only the leader of the duck egg head understands the reason why he did it-to use three guys as a scapegoat, to break the fierceness for himself, and hope the commander-in-chief will not pick himself up head to entertain.

When the team was disbanded, three soldiers who were already frightened and weak were dragged and dragged to the bottom of the platform by the horses. One was a scrawny foreigner who was suffering from dysentery. , it was good material to be shot, and the battalion commander caught his tolerance. One was a white suspect who suffered from a stuttering disease. Let him taste the taste of being shot, but the other one is a yellow-faced child who looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, his arms and legs are not yet grown up, he was originally a scavenger who fled from the north, and often lives in the back room Begging for leftovers to eat, the cook left him to be a charcoal ball soldier. This broiler.The three people were dragged out, and when they knew that they were really going to be shot, the little charcoal ball first cried shrilly, and the skinny man with dysentery threw himself in front of the duck egg head, kowtowed his head like pounding garlic, and cried out mournfully: : "Leader, please forgive me, leader, please forgive me, I...I..."

"It doesn't matter," said the head of Yadantou, "I just shot you for fun this time. Next time, if there is such a tolerance, I won't look for you again....The adjutant, prepare a bigger coffin for them, Burn more paper foil, I am a person who never treats my subordinates badly..." With a wax gourd belly, he staggered past with the most joyful expression on his face... It wasn't until three muffled gunshots were fired that the head of the Yadantou wiped his chest with his palm, and then he felt a little more relaxed. Son.However, when he remembered that he was about to attack Yanshi, he couldn't help but tightened his brows that had just opened.I know the strength of Yanshi's guns very well. Don't talk about it. Just arresting the private battalion is much tougher than my own group. It is not bad to be able to fight a fire without losing face. Okay, disarm?Easier said than done? ! ... The commander-in-chief spent all day in the opium shop, this telegram was too impersonal, and he caught the shrimp in a hurry, so he had to call the three battalion commanders to discuss it; the three cobblers, better than Zhuge Liang, Maybe they can come up with some useful ideas.

The first battalion is an empty shell battalion in the regiment. Below the battalion commander, there are only company and platoon leaders and no soldiers. The battalion commander is a famous old gun on the opium shop (referring to people who have been addicted to drugs for a long time.) Burned every day Go to ten or twenty puffs, (one puff is a bag of cigarettes.) If you don’t sleep in the cigarette shop for an hour, it’s just like talking with your mother and father, like a dead mother and father; The regiment headquarters was addicted to cigarettes, yawned, hung its head and neck, and didn't even listen to what the regiment leader said, so what other ideas are there.

The commander of the second battalion does not smoke opium, and he has no other bad habits, except that he occasionally looks for girls in the hall, and puts his housekeeping skills on the bed without risking his life.But that was all in the past. Ever since the unsightly acne broke out, I have to hold the Zisuntang in both hands when I walk, with a look of regret on my face, so even this little praise and criticism are gone.However, he was a little confused about the war under the bed, and he had already planned to take sick leave before departure, so it was inconvenient to say anything. "Should you come up with some ideas?" Yadantou head turned to the commander of the third battalion and said, "If you don't make up your mind again, in order to protect our heads, we have to join forces and desert!"

"In my opinion, this fire can't be fought," said the commander of the third battalion. "You know, our regiment... has had several incidents in a row. It's like a nest of wild birds locked in a cage." If you pull out the cage door, it will fly away, even if you put sugar on the tip of their noses, tell them that there is oil and water in the salt market, and if you ask them to pick it up for free, everyone will rush to pick it up, but if you want them to hold each other's guns It’s a waste of effort to pick them up—there are many people who want money and die, but not many people want money but die. What I mean is, let’s go to Yanshi first, let’s talk secretly, and tell them about the boss Meaning, I advise them not to make a big deal out of it, just tear up a few stickers about protecting salt and resisting taxes, and hand over 30 broken copper and iron guns made of clay, let's send a telegram to him, and he will be happy It will be fine.... This is a way for both parties to save face and make money through harmony."

"Well, that's right, hehe, the way to make money with kindness, is it...to be kind...to make...?—it won't work!" The head of the duck egg head laughed tremblingly with his fat face, and suddenly the guy froze again : "I can't say it! Since the face is torn off in the salt market, if you don't bite him, he will turn around and bite you. If you want to make them buy it, you have to use Liangliang's military power. If you don't hit it, charge hard and charge away!" Let’s talk again, after tasting it in the salt market, it’s easy to talk about!” "You have to charge, but you can't charge alone." The commander of the first battalion swallowed two pieces of dry cigarette bubbles that looked like sheep dung eggs, and said with winks: "We must hire someone to help fight, although it will cost some capital first. , but if the salt market can be conquered and the eighteen salt stores plundered for it, then it will be... a lot of money!"

"When it comes to beating, I have to go to Judge Zhu Si." When the commander of the second battalion was speaking, he rubbed his crotch with both hands under the table desperately, as if a speck of cigarette ash had fallen on his yellow wool breeches. It's as busy as burning a hole. The head of Yadantou was originally interested in helping the fight, and he stretched his head to listen. When he heard about Judge Zhu Si, he sighed and retracted his neck again. "Oh my god, my grandma can't afford that much money! That king of men, he just doesn't care about the money, and the lion is used to talking loudly. Unless it's a last resort, I don't want to be taken advantage of like that.  …Now No matter whether we fight or not, let's set up our stance first, try it out, and then talk. Fortunately, there is only one river away from Yanshi. We are afraid that the soldiers will flee before the battle. We can pick out a company and set up machine guns to supervise the battle. Shave his head!" "Okay! I'll kill the war supervisor!" The commander of the first battalion said, "I'll go back and order my brothers to lift the tobacco shop up to the river pile, burn some bubbles in it, and lie there with you to supervise the battle." "My soldiers will be led by the deputy battalion commander to fight." The commander of the second battalion said, "If anyone is timid and timid, let the commander shoot you. As for me, I have to take a sick leave..." "I'll go to Yanshi and say I'll surrender!" The commander of the third battalion said confidently, "With the support of the regiment commander behind you, I'm not afraid that Yanshi will lose face." "Okay, okay," said the head of Yadantou, "just do it like this!...Strong tea, hot towel handles, what a fool!" On the small street outside the camp, clusters of defense soldiers gathered, some knocked on the door of the liquor store, grabbed the sleepy shopkeeper, threw Dayang on the counter, and ordered that Their jugs are full of old wine.Some knocked open the door of the teahouse, urging the owner to raise the fire to make tea, some stuck cardboard cards under the street corridor, and shouted to bid for clothes, and some squatted between the stone steps like a big congratulations, Smoking on homemade cigarettes, frowning and red eyes, as if the guns would really find them. The blueish mist in the morning is lingering on the street... The Beiyang Defense Army, which usually only cares about eating, drinking and having fun, is like this when it encounters a war. No matter how big or small the war is, even sending a battalion to the countryside to suppress bandits is obviously playing hide-and-seek without firing a single shot, but in the eyes of the soldiers Here, it seems that the sky is collapsing and the earth is collapsing, and a catastrophe is imminent. "The war is about to start!" A guy carrying a flagon filled a pot of wine in his stomach, staggering all the way over with a crooked accent: "Brothers, even shit intestines are sold!" People who are in the team, let's have fun before the team is pulled up, fuck it, who knows if anyone will drink enough to be porridge tomorrow morning?!" "Who shall I bet my concubine (i.e. concubine) with?—with whom?!" A guy with a purple face and thick hair on his cheeks said with a handful of broad beans in his hand: "Five dollars bet Warm up the bed, grab a handful of broad beans at will, win every single order, and lose every double! Get in early before the mother's call rings, and still have time to make it fire twice..." "Forget it, Zhang San." The other reached out to wipe the back of the opponent's head, and said mockingly, "Who cares about your broken birdbasin? After three years of not taking off the foot wrap, bean sprouts can grow in the stinky feet!" "Small feet and fat butt, if you don't want it, someone else will want it." Zhang San said, "You kid will be pulled up and shot, what's the use of saving Dayang? It's better to be happy." Smiling, the laughter was almost crazily contagious among the crowds who were hissing and hahahaha opened their mouths to drink the wind, and they brought out all the eight generations of their ancestors to make fun of, feeling humble, and felt that the eight generations of their ancestors were all like themselves Living in the same humble and numb situation, mocking others in their mouths, mocking themselves in their hearts, and even hating their ancestors who gave birth to them, they deserve to be scolded, why do they pray to immortals and Buddhas? , Desperately trying to give birth to a guy who has been in Beiyang with Sun Chuanfang and has no prospects for eight lifetimes... Still smiling, trying to make the laughter as natural and loud as possible, in the mixture of numbness and emptiness In desperation, it's a pity that we can't drive away such a crazy idea. Everyone squeezes out the misery accumulated in their hearts with the sudden laughter for no reason, dyeing the atmosphere in front of them.At the beginning, the laughter was so high-pitched and violent, but it suddenly sank into a vague and boundless sadness, just like a drooling huqin suddenly broke its strings, and a pile of blazing fire turned to ashes in a blink of an eye.