"Independent Regiment? Squad Leader, does our Second Division have an independent regiment?" Seeing the vast crowds of people swaggering into the pass, a soldier came up and asked in confusion.

"Our division only has the independent brigade led by the Chief of Staff before. Where can we come from? It may be the brothers from other divisions who have transited temporarily! But it seems that the name Liu Lang has been heard there. Please help me think about it carefully." The sergeant squad leader shook his head and replied.

If the commander blames the army, he will definitely be in trouble. Even if the army does not take any weapons, most of them will be missing.

However, the young sergeant was strangely not particularly afraid. The rich and gentle commander and his strange subordinates seemed to have a huge magic that made him willingly give way.

"How can you know the chief? Don't be funny, boss." A soldier looked at the neat queues in the distance with envy and smiled.

"That's right, but I really heard this name somewhere." The sergeant squad leader slammed his scalp in distress, then glanced at him and shouted: "Shi Datou, what are you looking at? Do you know if you eavesdrop on military secrets that Neng wants to be shot."

A hawker who was shaking up five or six meters away from several soldiers was shivering in a dirty apron, shivering at the hawker who was huddling here. Like his "name", a big bald head was bright and eye-catching in the sun.

After hesitating for a while, he saw that the sergeant was talking seriously, but in fact there was not much anger on his face, so he came up with a shy face again, which surprised the sergeant.

Shi Datou, who often sells steamed buns at the city gate, takes care of his business a lot on weekdays, and is quite familiar with him. This person looks quite big, but he is the most cautious. He doesn't have to cause trouble, and he tries to give in when he has trouble. To put it nicely, he is honest and honest, but to put it bluntly, he is timid and has no courage that a Guanzhong man should have.

The sergeant yelled at him at all times, and he was also looking down on him. Unexpectedly, he was suddenly so bold today.

"Sir Wang, do you know those commanders Ada came?"

"Shi Datou, your kid can inquire about the affairs of the superiors? Hurry up and sell your buns." A soldier waved impatiently, preparing to send this hawker who was still familiar with on weekdays.

"No, no." The vendor's big bald head shook like a rattle. He took out a neatly stacked newspaper from under his dirty white apron, opened it carefully, pointed to a black and white figure printed on the newspaper and said, "Sir Wang, do you think that leading officer looks like this in the newspaper?"

The sergeant squad leader was stunned and snatched the newspaper through his hands and looked carefully. The newspapers of this era were reluctant to make too good paper because of the backward printing technology. Although the picture was not very clear, the wide body and the round and gentle face made the sergeant a little familiar with it.

"Missan'er, how many days have you been to school? Look at what the chief's name is written?" The sergeant handed the newspaper to a small soldier beside him.

"Sir, wait." The soldier happily took the newspaper, looked carefully several times, and said uncertainly: "The surname is Liu, but the word behind it is forgotten to call it "Lang" and it is still called "Wang".

"Damn it, you don't ask for action when it comes to critical moments. Someone named Liu Lang must be called Liu Lang." The sergeant cursed and took the newspaper from the soldier and decided to study it by himself.

The image of the fat chief in the picture and the chief who had previously spoken gently to him became increasingly coincidental.

There was silence around.

The silent sergeant was startled and raised his head, and his subordinates stared at him, making people feel a little furious.

"What are you looking at? I have flowers on my face?"

"Boss, the chief also seems to say that his name is Liu Lang." The little man who had tried hard to recognize words pointed ahead and said weakly.

The sergeant was stunned, looked at the newspaper in his hand, raised his head and said in disbelief: "Oh my God, it's really Chief Liu Lang, who killed thousands of Black Hawk Empires."

While speaking, he was excited to tidy up his military uniform and ready to run towards the city gate.

"Wait, Chief Wang, haven't you said he is the chief in the newspaper?" The sergeant who was excited about seeing his idol was grabbed by Shi Datou, who listened carefully and didn't speak, and asked anxiously.

The strength of his hands was so strong that he could only grin at the sergeant.

"My mother, Shi Datou, you are crazy balls, let me go." The sergeant was furious.

"If you don't say it, don't let it go." Shi Datou, who has always been timid and cautious, shook his head firmly as if he was crazy.

After struggling hard for a few times, Shi Datou's hand was like an iron pliers, pinching it tightly but not letting it go, and there was a tendency to tighten the more he pinched it. The sergeant had reason to believe that if he insisted, the honest man who suddenly became a little crazy could break his arm.

"Let me let me go first, I will tell you." The sergeant had no choice but to say helplessly.

Shi Datou pursed his lips and shook his head firmly.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you that, that commander is Liu Lang, who came from the battlefield of the Battle of Haicheng. Didn't you see that newspaper? He was talking about it. He was amazing. He brought twenty-eight brothers from the Kingdom Army to the headquarters of the Black Hawk Empire... "Although he was illiterate, it did not prevent this ordinary sergeant from memorizing the heroic deeds of a certain "hero".

The term brainless fan is not only applicable to modern times.

However, the persistent Shi Datou was obviously not. He stretched out his hand and snatched the newspaper that originally belonged to him, and Shi Datou ran wildly towards the city gate.

"Damn it, why are you running away? I won't hit you..." The sergeant who was describing Liu Lang's heroic deeds was obviously still unsatisfied, and was very dissatisfied with the listener's uninvited self-run.

"This kid is crazy." The little soldier shook his head in regret.

What a pity that the buckwheat steamed buns made by Shi Datou are fragrant.

Liu Lang, who led the soldiers into the gate of Yili Town, looked at the strange and familiar small town in front of him. Although the small town was dilapidated, it was more simple and natural without the restoration of modern technology.

The past knife cuts axe and chisels, burns water after fire, and the ancient city bricks use incomplete descriptions as the baptism of the years it has endured as a hero.

Looking at the nervous gazes of the people around him, Liu Lang smiled softly, waved his hand, and shouted all the officers in front of him, preparing to announce the order to disband.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the back row of soldiers, and a vague sound of shouting in Fuhongzhou dialect came from.
Chapter completed!