Chapter 2072 Stealing Wine

"I love snow so much!" In early winter, Chen Hanwen led a squad of soldiers walking on the path in the field, looking up at the small snowflakes floating in the sky and said.

When he said this, Qiaoyouzi, who was walking side by side with him, stretched out his hand and carefully caught a snowflake.

"Snowflakes in Shandong also have six petals." Qiaoyouzi looked at the snowflake that was slowly melting in his palm and said.

"I say Qiaoyouzi, the platoon leader Chen has a lot of knowledge in his belly, he can recite a poem and make a snowy scene, you are a bear, why are you pretending to be a gentleman." Someone said behind, that's flying alone.

"Fuck, why am I not a gentleman, listen to my cry, bird oil, hehe, how beautiful it sounds. You are not like an old crow flying alone, quacking, like a deadly star!" Qiaoyouzi retorted.

When Qiaoyouzi said that he spoke well, he meant the most vocal bird among a kind of titmouse in the Northeast called Suqiaoer (bird). He "hooked up" other birds in the bird cage to come to the bird cage. I don't know if it sounds good or not, but he is definitely the most vocal bird!

Qiaoyouzi's words may not be very humorous, but he is a chatterbox, and he wants to have momentum.

In particular, he compared Danfei to an annoying old crow, which really amused the soldiers behind him.

Others laughed, which naturally made Danfei angry. He said, "I'll put you, Qiaoyouzi, in the stove and roast you!"

The soldiers continued to laugh.

At this time, Chen Hanwen, who had walked to the front alone, sighed.

He felt that he was old and had experienced too much, so he became more and more sentimental.

The old people under Shang Zhen were getting fewer and fewer. Chen Hanwen finally became a mother-in-law after being a daughter-in-law for a thousand years. He, an old soldier, a platoon leader, with this identity, at least no one laughed at him when he recited poems and made a scene now.

He wanted to make someone laugh at him, such as Ma Erhuzi, Guo Baoyou, Xiao Boji, Bai Zhan, etc., but that was impossible.

The dead died, the wounded were wounded, and there was also that damn white-cut chicken who was a deserter.

If those missing companions came back, he would have a big nose bubble in the middle of the night!

Oh, by the way, there is also the battalion commander Shang Zhen, oh, when can he come back?

It was not early autumn when Shang Zhen disappeared, but now it is early winter, and there is still no news.

In fact, everyone in their battalion thought rationally that the battalion commander could not come back, in other words - but no one would say such a thing.

First, whoever said such a thing, they could not accept it emotionally. Second, this situation is like the fairy tale, the emperor's new clothes, whoever dared to say that the emperor had no clothes would be attacked by everyone.

The snow gradually fell a little heavier, and there was a breeze, and the snowflakes were blown into everyone's collar by the wind.

The people behind were making a noise, so Chen Hanwen was walking in front alone. He raised his collar to prevent the snow from flying in and bent over. He looked not like a battle-hardened soldier, but like an old man.

More than half an hour later, Chen Hanwen and his team had entered a small village with only dozens of households. The air was filled with the smell of wine lees.

"It smells so good!" Several soldiers sniffed hard at the same time. They were here to move wine.

There was a wine shop in this village, which was accidentally discovered by the people in their camp when they went out.

However, due to the current unrest, the wine shop has not made wine for a long time.

Making wine requires grain, just as in the history of human development, when wine appears, it at least means that there is a surplus of grain.

Of course, making wine does not necessarily have to use grain, such as sorghum, but even if it does not require grain, even if it is made with sweet potatoes, there must be sweet potatoes.

In order to boost morale, Wang Laomao brought a lot of sweet potatoes to the wine shop and asked the family to make some wine for them.

Today was the day to make wine, and Chen Hanwen and his team came to get the wine.

But now they had entered the village and had not yet reached the wine shop, and they saw a half-grown boy standing at the door of a family saying, "Why are there another group of people?"

But he just said this sentence and then he said "Aiya", and was dragged into the yard by the adults at home.

Why are there another group of people?

When Chen Hanwen saw the child being dragged into the yard by the adults, he heard a noisy sound coming from the front.

"Hurry up!" Chen Hanwen shouted, and he and the people in the squad he brought ran forward.

As the footsteps approached, the noise in front could be heard clearly.

"Boss, this wine was also ordered by your people, you can't take it away! If you take it away, how can I explain it to them?" Someone shouted.

As soon as Chen Hanwen and his men turned the corner, the wine shop was right in front of them.

They saw several soldiers holding wine jars in their hands, and an officer kicked a man to the ground with his foot, cursing: "Fuck your grandmother's legs!"

When they heard the accent and saw the military uniforms of those men, Chen Hanwen waved his hand, and their men did not move forward, but just stood there, and they had already made up their minds.

Northeastern accent, Northeastern Army uniforms, I don't know if they are our own people, but they are from the Northeastern Army.

Sure enough, when those men turned around and saw Chen Hanwen, they were stunned.

Both sides were looking at each other, and no one spoke when they met.

"Which part?" In the end, it was the officer who had just kicked the man who asked first.

He was a company commander. Seeing that only Chen Hanwen was dressed as an officer, but his outfit was not as high as his own, he had a psychological advantage.

"Oh, you ask me?" Chen Hanwen was amused. "You robbed our wine and asked us which unit it belonged to?"

"Your wine? Isn't it right for the commander to take your wine?" The company commander looked arrogant.

"This 586th Regiment is really bad. Not only do they rob the common people, they even dare to rob their own people. Since the young marshal got into trouble, they are really getting more and more unruly." Chen Hanwen said slowly.

"Huh? Do you know me?" The company commander was really stunned this time.

"You are the company commander and I am a soldier. Hey, I know you but you don't know me. It's normal." Chen Hanwen laughed.

He really knew this company commander. He didn't know his last name, but Zhao Tieying's 586th Regiment was very close to the division headquarters, and their battalion was merged with the guard company. Naturally, he knew more officers when he was on duty.

"Since you know me, it's easy. Make way. These wines belong to us." The captain said loudly.

"Belong to you? That's impossible--" Chen Hanwen suddenly stopped after a long voice, "Don't mention the official title, you just come up to grab things, don't mention military discipline, this commander, if you want to fight, we will do it.

Oh, by the way, you guys." Chen Hanwen pointed to the soldiers holding wine jars on the opposite side and said, "Put down the wine jars and prepare for a fight. Put them down. It's not easy to get some wine these days.

If you lose the fight, go back and ask your captain Zhao to come and find a place, maybe you can get the wine back."

Although he has been a soldier for more than ten years, Chen Hanwen can't change his scholar nature. Now he is less pedantic. He saw that this situation must be a fight. The previous words were normal, but the latter asked your captain Zhao to come and find a place, which was a bit of a scholar's insidiousness.

"Fuck!" Chen Hanwen's words successfully angered the company commander on the opposite side, and he immediately ordered, "Put down the wine, let's see how powerful these guys on the opposite side are!"