auspicious baby

Gu Zhang grabbed the gun that was trying to shoot him with one hand and pulled it hard. He was thrown down the hillside and was shot to death by the brothers at the foot of the hill.Gu Zhang turned over and climbed up the protective wall, shot one head at a time, killing a bloody path.

Shooting and fighting at close range, the sound of flesh and blood shattering could be heard very clearly, and the sound of painful gunshots was like a curse, entrenched in the mind.

Blood, blood everywhere, blood seeped into the soil, the flowers and plants on the ground were trampled to pieces, broken tiles, eaves and beams, and gunpowder smoke everywhere.The dark clouds in the sky were pressing down on the ground, and the sun seemed to be frightened, hiding behind the clouds, never daring to show his face.

Gu Zhang dama sat on the platform that was blasted down to the wall. He was shot in the right arm, and the blood flowed through the yellow shirt. He didn't care, and grabbed a handful The soil covered the muzzle of the gun, and some recruits felt heartache after seeing it.A burly man named Brother Xiao chattered endlessly in Gu Zhang's tinnitus from the sound of cannonballs, reporting the condition of his injury.Gu Zhang raised his hand, palm facing inward, signaling that he could shut up.

The battle was won, but the fight was extremely uncomfortable. When Zhao Gao and Gu Zhang saw his true face, he had already returned from his soul.He used to be Gu Tingkun's subordinate. When he was young, he loved to pick up Gu Zhang, ride on his neck, and run as a horse.Gu Zhang felt depressed.

There are all kinds of tastes in the past.

Gu Zhang ordered him to be buried on the spot, unable to return to his hometown, wouldn't the bloody battlefield be another kind of belonging.

Tang Yan is a subordinate of Tang Jixiao's relatives, and manages the eastern part of the southwest region.Warlords seem to be the overlords of one party, but they are supported by Western invaders, and are often controlled by Western colonists. In addition, the warlords are fiercely robbed of resources, and local wars are becoming more and more fierce. They are robbing troops, turf, and money. , Grab the artillery... The evolution of the major warlords seems to have regressed, just like a child playing house, robbing you is useless.Open swords and dark arrows, all kinds of conspiracies and tricks are staged in turn.If you can't fight the firepower, let's play dirty.

And Tang Yan is about forty years old, with a full body. He studied in private schools in his early years, and even took the imperial examinations to get an official career. Unfortunately, the southwest is tens of thousands of miles away from Beiping, and he hadn't entered yet when he set off. In Jiangxi Province, it was rumored that the Qing Dynasty had perished. A sour and civilized poem was carved on the mud wall of the inn, and the name was still preserved. As a result, within a few years, he followed his distant uncle Tang Jixiao and fought a few battles. , I feel disheartened that this is the dark history that he is walking on the road of revolution that he thinks.After all, Tang Yan has read books for several years and soaked in the works of Confucius, so he still cherishes talents who are not rebellious and more obedient to him.Although Gu Zhang has always been taciturn, he is very good at fighting, and he doesn't seem to have any ambitions. Tang Yan attaches great importance to him and has been promoted to the position of battalion commander.

Gu Zhang smelled like gunpowder. Although he was shot in the shoulder, he gave a military salute and it didn't affect him at all. "Report to the Marshal, we have captured Baoshangang."

Tang Yan smiled on his wrinkled face, and the whole face became more wrinkled, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone has an order, arrange the troops to garrison and rest."

"Yes!" Gu Zhang walked out of the temporary command post, and was about to wash off the dirt on his body, and said coolly behind his back: "Congratulations to Battalion Commander Gu, the flag has won."

Gu Zhang even forgot about the adjutant who was buried under the sandbag. At this moment, his body was covered with only more dirt than himself, hanging on his clothes, and the original light yellow military uniform was no longer visible.Gu Zhang was too lazy to waste words with him, so he left directly.I also didn't see the wonderful expression of the adjutant.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jiaping was 14 years old. He was as tall as Baoxiang, but he was as thin as a bamboo pole, wearing a white shirt and looking empty.Yang Jiaping has been very worried recently, the pimples on his face are like weeds in the field, and even the dry winter wind can blow it without the spring wind.Yang Jiaping, who was in the midst of spring, dared not confess his love to the little girl who was also Chinese.

Baoxiang asked him to take some medicine, but his physique might be different from that of the Japanese, so it didn't work.Baoxiang entrusted someone to send a message, asking Xiangu to send some Chinese herbal medicine.

Yang Jiaping pinched Baoxiang's face, and said sullenly and helplessly, "Your face is smoother than those Japanese chicks. I really don't know how you look."

Baoxiang laughed twice, "I'm in a bad mood, don't take it out on me."

The two have always been unaccustomed to Japanese cold food such as sashimi and sushi, and there are not many hot food, so they simply set up a stove in the house, relying on their own efforts, and eating Chinese-style meals.Baoxiang's chicken was half slaughtered, and the postman who delivered the letter knocked on the door, exchanged a few words of habitual greetings, and sent people away, Yang Jiaping opened the letter, "Baoxiang, grandma has a letter."

"You read."

"The little grandma said that there are always wars in the country, and told the two of us to wait for the situation to stabilize in two years before going back."

"What!" Baoxiang ran out holding the chicken that was still twitching slightly with blood dripping from its neck, and the blood dripped all the way.

Yang Jiaping threw a pillow on Baoxiangmen's face, "Bastard, look at the ground!"

Baoxiang turned around and threw the chicken on the stove, rubbed the chicken feathers in his hands, and eagerly picked up the letter.Yang Jiaping said quietly: "This time I recognize the small characters again."

"Come, come and read."

"The little grandma said, don't worry about her, she is safe, and told us to take good care of our health."

"Gone?"

"That's probably what it means."

"You read it exactly once."

"..."

After Yuan Shikai died of illness, the undercurrents in the country suddenly broke out, and the second president succeeded to the throne in name only, with little control over the major warlord groups.The area around Tianjin City was controlled by the Zhili Army. Zhao Peng saw the wind and used the rudder. When Sun Hong, the warlord of the Anti-Japanese War, sent a telegram to Sun Hong's commander Zhu Weihui to express his admiration, but he was still in the city. Cao Ying couldn't help himself.Zhu Weihui has also been in the officialdom for many years, and immediately expressed how passionate his love for talents is. The two hit it off immediately, and they cooperated inside and outside the field, and won Tianjin City in one fell swoop.Zhao Peng also transformed himself and became a high-ranking official under the Zhili Warlord. After Zhu Weihui took over, Zhao Peng came forward and invited prominent officials and businessmen in Tianjin to create a blueprint together.In the banquet supported by guns and cannons, a meal is like sitting on pins and needles, thrilling, lest a wrong word will cause the gun to go off, and the nickname will not be guaranteed. Most of them forced a smile and congratulated each other. To be blunt, at most it was drinking on the sidelines.

Zhu Weihui was sitting on the main table, dressed in a meticulous military uniform, his hair was combed meticulously with wax oil, and the black leather boots under the table were also polished meticulously. , the gleaming golden front teeth under the parted lips still exposed his upstart-like texture.

The long speeches and nonsense speeches satisfies Zhu Weihui's embarrassing desire to be a good teacher, but he suffers from the underground audience, and he still invites people to express his experience.Hehe, the nonsense stuff, there can only be suffering.

Xiangu was still guarding in front of the shrine in the Yang Mansion, smoky all day long, and her clothes were stained with a strong smell of smoke and fire. She said to the empty chair next to her, "Master, look, it's going to rain today, remember to go out." Bring an umbrella."

"Hey, it's time for Ping'er to go back to China. I haven't seen him for a few years and I miss him very much. What are you saying that the country is not safe? If you stay by your side, we will take good care of him."

"I still want to kill Zhao Peng. Seven people in my family were killed by him! Master, don't persuade me to take care of the overall situation, I can't bear this tone!"

"Master, the Piao Bureau's business is over, so what are you going to do? Why do business with Zhao Peng! No way! I won't listen."

"Okay, for Ping'er, with the Yang family, but I still can't swallow this breath."

"Haha, I will definitely kill him in the future."

The servants of Yang's mansion were not surprised by this, and since Zhao Peng, a high-ranking official in the city, was involved, they unanimously kept their mouths shut. The wife and Yang Yuzheng and his wife have a deep affection, and their actions and words have been silent in getting along day and night.But the servants of the Yang family understood that Xiangu was a demon, and one of the servants secretly brought the mage into the garden. After Xiangu found out, that person disappeared. No one dared to think about killing people, but they had to think about it. It's so bloody, no one dares to talk about it since then.