Just one shot, the right judgment will be made.

Wang Ye was confident that he could shoot the head.

Zhao Gang can only guarantee the hit rate of the torso.

After all, Zhao Gang has not received professional sniper training, and there is still a big gap compared to Wang Ye, who has received long-term regular sniper training.

"Xiao Wang, good marksmanship!"

Zhao Gang couldn't help but praise.

"Political Commissar, you are not bad either." Wang Ye said with a chuckling.

As for Xiao Zhang, the guard of the brigade department, he was only envious.

At this time, the puppet troops in front mistakenly thought they had been ambushed and were in an instant.

"Not good, I am ambushed, run away!" With a whistle, the puppet army fled in all directions.

Zhao Gang did not continue to shoot, nor did he allow Wang Ye and Xiao Zhang to continue shooting. Bullets are precious, and the Eighth Route Army units lack the most is weapons and ammunition.

Let’s talk about the divisions of the 129th Division,

On average, each person has less than ten bullets.

When fighting the Japanese ambush, only three shots are allowed per person.

After three shots, you have to rush up and fight with the Japanese to bayonet.

To be more precise, it is not a bayonet, but a big knife!

Because when the 129th Division first entered Shanxi, the entire division had only 55 bayonets, so it is impossible to fight bayonets, but only big swords!

Therefore, good steel must be used on the blade.

Bullets must be kept to fight the Japanese and cannot be wasted on the puppet army.

Zhao Gang stood up and brought Wang Ye and Xiao Zhang to Wei Dayong.

As they got closer, Wang Ye became more and more sure that this guy was Wei Dayong.

Nothing else, six ring scars were burned on his bare forehead. Who else could it be if it weren't for Monk Wei?

"You?" Wei Dayong looked at Zhao Gang and the other two with suspicious eyes and asked, "Eighth Route Army?"

"Yes, I am Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army." Zhao Gang glanced at the Central Army uniform on Wei Dayong and said, "Which unit do you belong to?"

"If you go back to the commander, I am from the 27th Division of the Central Army."

Wei Dayong struggled to stand up and saluted again.

No matter what, Zhao Gang saved his life.

Wei Dayong still respects his life-saving benefactor very much.

Similar to most people in this era, Wei Dayong has a simple concept of repaying kindness.

"From the 27th Division." Zhao Gang nodded and said again, "Didn't your division retreat to Zhongtiao Mountain? But why are you still stranded in northwest Shanxi?"

"Oh, don't mention it."

Wei Dayong said sadly: "I was seriously injured during the Battle of Xinkou. When I woke up, I found a prisoner of the Japanese. I only found the opportunity to escape today. As a result, I met this group of Japanese devils again halfway. If it weren't for your help, Chief Zhao, I, Wei Dayong, would have been here today."

Zhao Gang said again: "Your name is Wei Dayong?"

"Yes." Wei Dayong said, "Wei of Wei, Shu and Wu, the wise and brave Da Yong."

"A good name, and the name is actually worthy of the four words "Great wisdom and courage." Zhao Gang nodded and said, "I wonder what your plans are next?"

Wei Dayong said: "I want to go back to the Central Army."

Zhao Gang naturally hoped that Wei Dayong would join the Independent Group.

If Wei Dayong could be kept and Wang Ye would be added, he would have taken two powerful generals in a row on that day.

Zhao Gang said at the moment: "But there are seven or eight hundred miles to Zhongtiao Mountain here, and you need to pass through the Japanese-occupied area in the middle. Your injuries have not been completely healed, so I'm afraid there will be some danger."

"It's okay." Wei Dayong said carelessly, "This little injury is nothing to me."

Guard Xiao Zhang couldn't help but say, "You are so unknown. The political commissar saved your life. You don't even want to join the Independence Group to repay your life-saving grace?"

Wei Dayong said in a little embarrassedly: "But your Eighth Route Army is too rustic and your equipment is too poor."

"Otherwise, follow me to the independent group first, stay if you think it's appropriate. If you don't want to stay, it's safer to leave when the injury heals." Zhao Gang suggested.

Wei Dayong thought about it before nodding, "Zhong."

Wang Ye watched coldly, without saying a word.

Because he knew that Wei Dayong would definitely join the independent group in the end.

At that moment, Zhao Gang asked Xiao Zhang to find Xiao Liu and lead the horse over, while Zhao Gang and Wang Ye left behind to clean the battlefield.

Wei Dayong just killed four Japanese soldiers with bare hands, and Zhao Gang and Wang Ye each shot and killed one puppet army, so a total of four 38 large caps were seized, two 38 large caps were built and four bayonets were captured.

In addition, there are more than 500 Ayaka rifle bullets and six grenades.

Then there are rubber-soled shoes, cotton coats, steel helmets and kettles.

Zhao Gang gathered the seized materials on the backs of two war horses and evened out one for Wei Dayong to cavalry.

Wei Dayong insisted on not riding and insisted on walking with Zhao Gang and the others. Zhao Gang had no choice but to agree.

The next group of five people came to the independent group's headquarters while chatting. At dusk, they finally arrived at Yangcun.

The independent regiment’s regiment is rented in the courtyard of Mr. Zhang’s house at the village head. It has two or three rooms. The front yard is the dormitory of the direct team and the back yard is the dormitory of the independent regiment’s regiment’s regiment and the dormitory of the independent regiment’s regiment’s regiment and the dormitory of the independent regiment’s regiment’s regiment.

After sending Zhao Gang to Yang Village safely,

Two guards from the brigade returned on their own.

Wang Ye and Wei Dayong followed Zhao Gang into the regiment headquarters.

I found that the cadres and soldiers were not in good spirits.

Obviously, the Independent Group has not recovered from its previous devastation.

More than 200 people were killed in one battle, but not even a single Japanese was killed!

This encounter with Yamamoto Agents defeated the spirit of the Independent Regiment.

This is also the reason why the headquarters transferred Li Yunlong to the Independent Regiment as the leader. Only with a rebellious character like Li Yunlong can the military spirit of the Independent Regiment be recast in a short period of time.

"Xiao Wang and Monk Wei, you can rest here first."

After Zhao Gang finished speaking, he walked into the upper room alone and turned left to see the team leader's office.

As a result, as soon as I opened the curtain, I saw a man sitting cross-legged on the kang drinking wine.

The man was wearing a shabby gray cloth military uniform, his collar was covered with dirt, and the white shirt inside was so dirty that he could not tell the original color. He had to have not washed it for at least three months.

When the man heard the movement of lifting the curtain, he looked up and came over.

He is about thirty years old, and perhaps his actual age is less than thirty.

Because of these old Red Army soldiers who came from the Long March, the old revolutionary faces generally appear old.

Many regiment-level, brigade-level and even division-level cadres are only in their twenties, but they look like they are in their thirties and forties, which is caused by a long and difficult life.

Li Yunlong's actual age is only 29 years old, only three years older than Zhao Gang.

When Li Yunlong participated in the Juma riot, he was only 16 years old. Because he was young and smart, he was left by the Red Army division commander as a guard and began his military career.

Li Yunlong raised his eyes and saw someone walking in.

I saw that this man had a fair face and looked gentle and gentle. The gray cloth military uniform on his body was washed clean, especially the white shirt inside was spotless.

Seeing this, Li Yunlong's face immediately collapsed.

Damn, another white-faced scholar was sent to the headquarters.

There is not a single good thing about these white-faced scholars, and they have no ability to practice their mouths.

The head of the headquarters didn’t know what he thought. What’s wrong with letting Lao Li be the leader and political commissar alone? He insisted on sending a white-faced scholar to sing a stage drama with me?

Zhao Gang's face was not good either.

It seems that this partner is even more difficult than he expected.

Just forget about blatantly violating military discipline and drinking, but I will even shy my face when I meet him. Is this trying to establish my authority? I, Zhao Gang, came to the Independent Group to fight against Japan and fight against the Japanese, and I am not here to be angry with you.

However, Zhao Gang received higher education and was well educated after all.

Zhao Gang saluted Li Yunlong and reached out and said, "Hello, Captain Li, I'm Zhao Gang with your crotch."

Li Yunlong didn't even slant his eyes, nor did he mean to reach out to shake hands. Instead, he picked up the wine bowl and took a sip. After that, he even smashed his mouth, looking very enjoyable.

Zhao Gang frowned and withdrew his hand awkwardly.

Li Yunlong then picked up the wine bowl and asked Zhao Gang, "Can you drink?"

"Captain Li, I'm sorry." Zhao Gang said, "I can't drink."

"Can't drink?" Li Yunlong said disdainfully, "What are you doing when you don't drink?"

Zhao Gang said in a deep voice: "I came to the Independence Group to fight against Japan and fight against the Japanese, not to be a wine bag."

"Well, what's right." Li Yunlong put down the wine bowl and said, "Who is a cultural person? It seems that Political Commissar Zhao has fought many wars. Why don't he teach us classes? Let us also understand what war is?"

This is obviously a thorn, ridiculing Zhao Gang for not fighting any war.

But this time, Li Yunlong was really misleading. Zhao Gang had fought a lot of battles.

Before going to Yan'an Anti-Japanese University to study, Zhao Gang was already a deputy battalion-level cadre in the First Column and made many contributions. It was called Confucius hanging his waist knife and both civil and military.

At that moment, Zhao Gang said hard: "I don't dare to be a good person, let's learn from each other."

Hearing this, Li Yunlong became more and more disliked. Will he die if he didn’t brag?

You white-faced scholar have fought a war? Do you know what war is?

Learn from each other? Will I learn to practice my mouth from you? What’s the point!
Chapter completed!