Chapter 464: , Goodwill

The genius was overwhelmed, and McGeddie was pulled up from the bed with a hand: "McGeddie, it's time for you to watch.
McGidey got up, put on his clothes indiscriminately, and said: "Roy, what anxious, there won't be anything anyway. What are you doing on duty?"
The post where McGidi was located was relatively deep into the guerrilla-controlled area, which used to be the post of the British army. But recently, because the British need soldiers everywhere, and because this outpost is too close to the guerrilla control area.
But what McGidi said is that the so-called "nothing will happen anyway" is not wrong. Because they have reached a gentleman agreement with the guerrillas. They will hand in a "combat loss" to the guerrillas every month. That is to say, what guns and ammunition are given to the guerrillas, and they report that it is a combat loss. In addition, they promise to ignore the various actions of the guerrillas and do not interfere; the guerrillas ensure their personal safety, and Ensure that they will not be left out of food by blocking the supply line.
To be honest, the guerrillas are all kind people, and their words count. The security forces in the outposts like the guerrillas. Recently, the guerrillas and McGidi and the others have carried out the "old-for-new" business. In addition to the originally stipulated "combat losses," the guerrillas are also willing to exchange used guns for brand new weapons in a certain proportion with the security forces. Some of these old guns can be replaced on the grounds of "use damage", and the other part can be used to claim the exploits from the British. So, the guerrillas are really everyone's caring people.
"Someone from above is coming to inspect today, and it must look good." Roy replied.
"Damn it," McGidi cursed.
The people above came to inspect, in fact, they were all caused by themselves. Who told them to seize too many surrenders and report too many battles during this time? Their results are so impressive, so they have to send someone to inspect them. Maybe even give them medals or something.
But in the entire post, no one wanted the guy above to come here. If you take a closer look at the problem here, you can definitely see it. Besides, medals or something, if you get it, you don’t have to pay for it. There is a fart.
"Didn't we tell the matter over there? Let the people over there receive it. It's really troublesome." McGidey put on his hat, took the gun, and was about to go out.
The so-called "let the people over there receive it" actually means that they have already told the guerrillas that their superiors, and the real superiors, are coming to inspect the British. Generally speaking, the guerrillas will not give up such an opportunity.
This is also the usual practice, so recently, the number of inspections by higher authorities, especially when the "real higher authorities" come to inspect, has been significantly reduced.
Of course, the guerrillas sometimes failed to complete the reception task for their superiors for some reasons. Therefore, when the guerrillas received their request, they would generally not make a promise to complete the reception mission. Therefore, everyone must also be prepared to receive inspections from superiors.
McGidey left the room and went under the observation deck.
"Jim, come down, I'll do it for you" McGidi shouted.
There is no movement above. McGidi yelled again, and then heard Jim's vague voice from above: "Okay, I'll get down immediately."
In a short while, he saw Jim slanting a rifle whose rifling was almost bald, coming down from the wooden watchtower. Seeing the ignorant expression on his face, McGidey knew that this guy must have taken a nap on it.
The wooden watchtower is actually a terrible defensive device. Although it can provide better vision, it is also easier to expose the sentry above. In the past, when everyone was serious about fighting, no one would be willing to put a guard on this thing, because that meant that if he was not paying attention, he would be killed by a bullet that didn't know where he came from. Of course, if he was beaten to death, then in a sense it would have achieved the early warning mission.
So at that time, of course the authentic British soldiers would not be guarding on such things. The guards on this kind of stuff are members of the security forces. They have the same advantage as the wooden watchtower, which is cheap.
But now, the guys from the security army prefer this kind of watchtower. This thing is tall, the space above is narrow, there is only room for one person to sit on a chair. It's tall, and if you sit on it and take a nap or something, the people below can't see it at all. It's especially suitable for a nap. In the past, everyone went up for fear of being shot by the guerrillas, but now, most of the security forces are kind to the guerrillas, and the guerrillas’ grandfathers speak, spit on a nail, as long as the meaning is fixed every month. Sent it up, and if you don't shoot you black guns, I won't shoot you black guns.
Of course, that point must be delivered on time, not discounted. Otherwise, don't blame the uncle of the guerrillas, who made that point a "sorry".
McGidey waited for Jim to get down, then climbed up, sat down in the upper chair, ready to take a nap, and inadvertently looked into the distance, but saw a team of guerrillas pulling a horse with a horse. The small cannon that I have never seen came over from the road.
"This is probably to receive the superior who came to inspect." McGidey thought, "Hey, I brought a cannon to entertain them. This, our superior has a good face."
While watching McGidey, he wondered how much dividends he would get tonight~EbookFREE.me~Well, the guerrillas are all kind and good people, and they really count, spit a nail. Generally speaking, just tell them to entertain their superiors. After the reception is over, dividends will be distributed to the outposts that provided accurate information. Last time the guerrillas were entertained by the British army's food squad. When they came back, they were allotted two pounds for everyone.
McGidey thought while watching. He soon discovered that the situation seemed not quite right. Because he saw the second cannon, the third cannon
"Hey, five cannons. By the way, our superior, is he worth so many cannons? This reception is too grand, right? They shouldn't go to the stronghold on the railway side. Oh, this is not a guerrilla. It's the uncle of the Independence Army"
So McGidi hurriedly yelled down below: "The Independence Army is here, hurry up and hang up the flag."
According to the guerrillas and their agreement, the guerrillas gave them a green, white and blue tricolor flag. It is agreed that if you encounter a large unit of the Independent Army, you will hang up this flag, and then everyone can continue to be friendly. Peaceful coexistence.
The security forces in the post quickly lowered the Union Jack and raised the flag of the Irish Independence Army.