Zhao Gang said happily: "Brother, you are wrong. Our equipment is almost fake, but we are still fighting hard with the Japanese."

"Yes, we don't have airplanes and cannons, we can't eat well and wear them well, and we can't even get all guns together. But then will we not fight against the Japanese?"

"Look at the northwest of Shanxi, our base area is growing stronger and stronger, and we have achieved it with sacrifice."

The two soldiers looked at the man with a contempt: "That's right, when we fought the Japanese, your Central Army had already run away."

Zhao Gang wants to change the topic.

He was very curious, why was he an ordinary soldier, so many enemies chased him?

Where did this fight?

During this period, I haven’t heard of fighting with the Japanese?

It's still Lao Chiang's troops.

He asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Wei Dayong."

"Wei Dayong? I see you have a scar on your head. Is he a monk?"

"Yes, I am a monk from Shaolin Temple. I lost the war some time ago and was captured by the Japanese." Wei Dayong said: "But today I escaped again."

The two soldiers obviously didn't believe it.

Can you still run away if you are caught by the Japanese?

Just blow it!

The defense is very tight in the area where the Japanese are in check. Not to mention escaping, you don’t even have a place to hide.

There are guns everywhere, and you have nothing to do with your hands, how did you run out!

It can't be flying out, right?

What about your wings, let us see.

Zhao Gang was stunned, a monk from Shaolin Temple?

No wonder he is good at it.

He asked, “Where did you come out?”

"From a prison in the county town, we were all detained there after being captured. Today the Japanese trained us, and I took the opportunity to steal a man's pistol and ran over the wall." Wei Dayong said lightly.

But Zhao Gang was shocked.

If this is true, then Wei Dayong really wants to stay.

Talent!

The Eighth Route Army likes such people.

"Training? What training?" Zhao Gang asked.

"There is a group of Japanese devils who practice killing with bare hands every day. The people we were caught were trained for training. Today, three of us were killed without even walking through three moves under a Japanese devil."

"Bare hands? I was killed in three moves? Is there such a powerful Japanese?" Zhao Gang vaguely grabbed something.

Before coming, he had a brief understanding of the situation of the Independent Group.

I knew that this army had just fought an encounter with the Japanese and suffered heavy losses.

According to the report, the Independent Group encountered a powerful group of Japanese devils. There were not many people, but their combat power was particularly strong.

After fighting for a long time, the Independent Group didn't even kill anyone else.

This is a regular army, and this is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing.

When reading the report, Zhao Gang suspected that there was such a powerful Japanese?

Now that he heard Wei Dayong say this, he suddenly felt energetic.

So he asked Wei Dayong in detail about the situation of this Japanese devil.

Although Wei Dayong is a monk, he is meticulous and speaks in an orderly manner.

He talked about the Japanese's clothes and equipment, from the Japanese's skills, and how they trained.

It opened Zhao Gang's eyes.

Zhao Gang has decided that he must find a way to keep Wei Dayong.

The four of them left for about two hours and rushed to Yangcun. Zhao Gang asked the two soldiers who escorted him back, and he took Wei Dayong into the village.

Li Lei was basking in the sun in the yard. He was idle today. Li Lei was lying in the sun and sanitizing his clothes.

There is really nothing I can do about it.

Just dressed in such a dress, you have to wear it to sleep at night.

A group of people were crowded on a soil kang without a quilt, so they relied on the heat of the soil kang to keep warm.

There are more than 20 people in a room. When everyone goes to bed at night, the sour and refreshing smell is so special.

When I got up in the morning, I washed my face with cold water, and Li Lei felt better.

While there is sun, hurry up and dry your clothes.

There is still a war to fight in a few days.

The clothes are uncomfortable to wear and are very combat-effective.

Li Lei was squinting when he heard someone looking for a team leader outside.

Li Lei's eyes lit up. It must be Zhao Gang who came.

He started to wheel and walked outside.

It happened to be full of collision with a tall man.

The man was hit and took several steps back.

Li Lei quickly stepped forward and asked, "Is it okay?"

The man was also shocked by the sudden accident. After he stood still, he looked at Li Lei: "Haha, it's okay, you little soldier, are very strong."

Wei Dayong was behind and glanced at Li Lei, admiring him. This man's lower plate was very solid, and he was a martial artist at first glance.

"Comrade, where is your team leader?" Zhao Gang asked Li Lei with a smile.

"Are you...Political Commissar Zhao?" Li Lei looked at Zhao Gang, tall, burly, gentle and elegant, and with this appearance, who else would Zhao Gang be?

Zhao Gang was stunned, hey, I didn't expect that this little comrade could guess that it was him.

Not bad.

Zhao Gang's impression of Li Lei rose sharply.

Zhao Gang laughed: "Hello, I am the new political commissar Zhao Gang."

Li Lei quickly went up to shake hands, this was Political Commissar Zhao’s big hand!

Must touch it.

Why?

Where is Monk Wei?

When Li Lei and Zhao Gang shook hands, their eyes kept glancing at him, and then they saw the familiar face.

Aha, Monk Wei, you are indeed here.

Don't worry, since I am here, I will never let you die so cowardly.

I have to follow Li Yunlong to the founding of New China and build a school official.

As a fan of the TV series Liang Jian, Li Lei has always been resentful of Wei Dayong's death at the hands of bandits.

Such a powerful person, you actually let him die at the hands of a bandit?

When I saw this plot, I guess everyone was scolding the screenwriter.

Even if you die at the hands of the Japanese, it is better than if you die at the hands of bandits!

Death is so cowardly!

Li Lei even had the heart to send a blade to the screenwriter.

When Li Lei saw Wei Dayong, his face immediately turned into a flower.

Extremely brilliant.

Wei Dayong was looking in curiously at this moment. He knew very little about the Eighth Route Army and had never been exposed to it.

If it weren't for the rescue of Political Commissar Zhao, he would not have been able to deal with the Eighth Route Army in his entire life.

All his understanding of this army was heard by others.

So Wei Dayong was very curious.

From the beginning of entering Yang Village, Wei Dayong despised him all the way.
To be continued...