Because of the lack of water, the 9th Battalion did not arrange training at all, because training will cause sweating, and if you sweat, you have to drink water.

Seeing a man in black with a shell gun on his shoulder and a scar on his face approaching, Goudan, who had been wandering around for a long time, jumped down from the wall.

Ma Liang was stunned for a moment, removed his right hand from the gun, smiled slightly and asked: "Boy, your movements are so smooth. If you can't go through the door, why are you flipping over the wall?"

"They wouldn't let me in the yard."

Ma Liang nodded, his smile turning into a serious face: "What are you doing in the yard?"

"I want to find the chief!"

"Chief? Hehe, we don't have a chief here!"

"I want to join the army."

"Join the army?" Ma Liang was happy. He looked at the boy up and down. He was probably only twelve or thirteen years old: "Then tell me, how old are you?"

"sixteen."

Ma Liang shook his head: "Our Eighth Route Army will not accept soldiers who lie!"

"I'm really sixteen, really!" Goudan's face turned red. He knew that if he missed this time, he didn't know how long he would have to wait. Grandpa Geng said that there was no way to persist here. After a while, if

If it doesn't rain again, we have to leave here.

"You are too young, I can't promise you."

"Captain Ma, I can endure hardships, and I will never be afraid of death on the battlefield. I can definitely do it!..." Goudan kept pleading, and his eyes were filled with tears, which were about to flow down.

Ma Liang was stunned for a moment and frowned: "How do you know my surname is Ma...and how do you know I am the company commander?"

"Hey, he was observing at the entrance of the compound for a long time, listening to what the sentry said." A pigtail appeared on the wall next to him.

Ma Liang had a black line on his head and turned to look at the wall: "Why are you everywhere? Where is the summary the battalion commander asked you to write?"

The girl proudly raised the notebook in her hand: "I'm done."

Ma Liang looked at Goudan again and refused directly: "Boy, I think you are only thirteen years old at best. Wait until you grow up to join the Eighth Route Army!"

Goudan gritted his teeth and said: "You are the ninth battalion of the Independent Regiment. The battalion commander is Hu Yi. Your name is Ma Liang and you are the first company commander. Yesterday, 246 of you entered the village and arranged a total of twelve sentries around the village. Four of them

Every hour, the team members who conduct reconnaissance work are in groups of six.

The big fat Captain Luo has forty-eight people and sixteen wounded. The platoon leader named Big Dog has thirty-eight people. There is a fortune teller named Banxian. There are twenty-eight people living in this courtyard...

Captain Li Xiang has seventy-two men and eighteen wounded. There is also a company commander named Tian Sanqi. In Zhaozhuang Village in the north, there is another company commander named Chen Chong, who did not come this time..."

"Fuck!" Ma Liang's jaw dropped in shock.

This guy actually clearly detected the formation of the ninth battalion and the people living in the scattered courtyards... Although it is slightly different from the actual situation, it can be regarded as very accurate!

What's even more outrageous is that he even made it clear the names of the people inside the Ninth Battalion. He is definitely a good reconnaissance expert!

From another perspective, Jiuying’s confidentiality work is simply full of loopholes!

This guy is a good prospect, but it's a pity that his age is a flaw!

It took a while for Ma Liang to recover from the shock, with a serious look on his face: "Boy, you did a good job in reconnaissance, but you shouldn't use it on your own people!"

Goudan couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe away the tears that fell down his face: "I won't leave until you agree!"

"Are you kidding me?" Ma Liang was a bit dumbfounded.

"Captain Ma, just promise me, I can do reconnaissance, I'm really not afraid of death, I'm familiar with the nearby terrain, and I can run fast..." Goudan straightened his body subconsciously.

One person was on top of the wall, and the other two were talking below. This attracted the attention of Tang Dagou who had just walked into the yard, and he shouted directly at his head: "Girl... why are you lying on the wall... what are you doing?"

The girl pointed at Goudan Taiwan, who was wearing a traitor hat, and smiled: "Hahaha... This little guy wants to join the army! He even knows your name..."

The big dog walked to Goudan and stood still, looking down at Goudan with a murderous look: "How the hell do you know my name?"

As soon as this person arrived in front of him, Goudan could no longer feel the spring and warm sunshine, as if he had fallen into a cold winter ice cellar. He mustered up the courage to grit his teeth, raised his tearful eyes and said: "I, I want to join the Eighth Route Army!"

"What's your name?"

"My surname is Geng. Because I was born by the Wei River, my father named me Geng Wei. My nickname is... Goudan. Both my parents were killed by traitors..." Goudan is not stupid.

He directly carried out his sacrificed parents. He knew very well that he must win the sympathy of the person in front of him, maybe there would be a chance.

The big dog was stunned for a moment. Maybe the word "dog" made him feel comfortable. A smile appeared on his face that hadn't been washed for three hundred years: "Goudan?"

"Please accept me, I'm not afraid of death, please, uncle." Goudan clenched the corners of his ragged clothes with both hands, tears streaming down his face.

The big dog turned to look at Ma Liang and nodded.

Ma Liang shook his head. He knew very well that this kid would definitely be a talent in the future, but now, he is too young.

At the gate of the courtyard, Lao Geng said hello to the sentry, and saw Goudan as soon as he entered.

He immediately trotted over and pulled Goudan's arm: "Little bastard, why don't you study hard at home and turn a deaf ear to what grandpa said?"

"Grandpa, I really want to join the Eighth Route Army!" Goudan felt his blood rushing all over his body. He knew very well that if he lost the opportunity in front of him, he didn't know how long he would have to wait.

The strength in Lao Geng's hands became smaller, and the ninth battalion of the Independent Regiment, as an old underground worker, he knew very well where the Independent Regiment came from.

It is not the main combat force, it is a secondary combat unit at best. It spends most of its time in the mountains. If Goudan really goes to the independent regiment, it will at least be much better than starving on the plains with one meal and no next meal. Unpaid is not

A good thing.

Unfortunately, Captain Ma on the opposite side had no intention of agreeing: "Old Geng, I may be able to agree to this, he is too young!"

Lao Geng used his strength to grab Goudan's arm and walked out, helplessly advising: "I will send you to the district to join the children's group in a while!"

Goudan understood that if he was dragged away by Grandpa Geng now, then the matter would be completely ruined. He immediately fell to the ground and started to behave: "I don't want to do it, I want to fight the Japanese, I want to kill the traitors, and I want to avenge my parents.

..”

"Be obedient, and you can continue to go to school if you go to the zoning district!"

"I beg you, let me join the Eighth Route Army...I am not a child...I can scout...I can write..."

"Wait a minute..." The big dog, who was looking at this scene in a funny way, suddenly said, "What the hell did you say you can write?"

Hearing the big dog talking, Lao Geng subconsciously let go of his hand.

Goudan, who was about to be dragged to the door, quickly jumped up to Tang Dagou, sat down on the ground and hugged his thigh, raised his head with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, I can write, I can write more than a thousand words... you

Accept me...uncle..."

After Goudan finished speaking, he quickly turned to look at Lao Geng: "Grandpa, grandpa, tell them...what I said is true. Tell your uncle...please..."

Old Geng, who was standing at the door, nodded subconsciously.

From the bottom of his heart, he really didn't want the kid to leave. Although Goudan was young, he was very smart and had attended primary school in Hua County since he was a child. If something hadn't happened to his parents, this kid would have been in middle school by now.

But if you can join a team, even an independent team, it will be a good thing for your children.

Now the child might even run the risk of being discovered by traitors if he follows him.

Seeing that everyone present seemed to be watching the excitement, Goudan looked up at Big Dog again: "I can also sing the March of the Volunteers..."

Tears burst into two gullies on his face that had not been washed for many days: "Uncle, don't believe it...I will sing to you...get up...I don't want to be a slave..."

The immature voice does not sing smoothly, and the voice of a child in the voice-changing stage is even a bit harsh.

The big dog was stunned for a long time: "I mean Ma Liang, this guy can sing much better than the political commissar... with his Po Luo voice!"

Before Ma Liang could speak.

The little Hongying on the wall turned her face and spoke.

He directly greeted Captain Geng who had just walked in from a distance: "Hey, Captain Geng, is there any movement from the enemies in the north?"
Chapter completed!