Zhao Gang said happily: "Brother, you are wrong. Our equipment is almost fake, but we are still fighting the devils in an uphill way. ”

"Yes, we don't have airplane artillery, we don't have good food and clothing, and we can't even get our guns together. But then we won't fight devils? ”

"Look at the northwest of Jin, our base is growing stronger and stronger, and this is all obtained by our sacrifice."

The two soldiers glanced at the man with contempt: "That is, when we were fighting devils, your central army had long since disappeared." ”

Zhao Gang wanted to change the subject.

He was curious, he was an ordinary soldier, why did so many enemies chase him?

Where is the war?

During this time, I haven't heard of any war with devils?

It's still Lao Chiang's troops.

He asked, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Wei Dayong."

"Wei Dayong? I see you still have a ring scar on your head, a monk? ”

"Yes, I am a warrior monk of Shaolin Temple, I fought a war some time ago, lost the battle, and was captured by the devil." Wei Dayong said: "But today I escaped again. ”

The two fighters were clearly not convinced.

Can you still run away if you are caught by a devil?

Blow it and you're there!

The place where the devil locks people up is very well guarded, let alone escaping, you don't even have a place to hide.

There are guns everywhere, how did you run out with your hands empty!

It can't be flying, right?

What about your wings, show us.

Zhao Gang was stunned, the monk of Shaolin Temple?

No wonder he has good skills.

He asked, "Where did you run from?" ”

"From a prison in the county seat. We were all held there after we were captured. Today, the devil took us for training, and I took the opportunity to grab a person's pistol and ran out of the wall. Wei Dayong said it lightly.

But Zhao Gang was shocked in his heart.

If this is true, then this 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 little devils who have to practice killing with their bare hands every day. The people we were taken away were given training for them. Today there are three of us, and under the hands of a devil, we were killed without even making three moves. ”

"Bare hands? Killed in three moves? Is there such a powerful devil? Zhao Gang faintly grasped something.

Before he came, he had a brief understanding of the situation in the Independence Regiment.

Knowing that this army had just fought an encounter with the devils and suffered heavy losses.

According to the report, the independent regiment encountered a strong group of devils, the number of which was small, but the combat effectiveness was particularly strong.

After fighting for a long time, the independent regiment did not even kill anyone.

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

When he read the report, Zhao Gang doubted, is there really such a powerful devil?

Now hearing Wei Dayong say this, he suddenly came to his senses.

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

Although Wei Dayong is a monk, he is thoughtful and speaks very methodically.

He talked about the devil's clothes to the devil's equipment, from the devil's skills, to their training methods.

It was an eye-opener for Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang had already decided that he had to find a way to keep this Wei Dayong.

The four of them walked for about two hours and arrived at Yang Village. 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 lay in the sun and dried his clothes.

I really can't help it.

It's just such a dress, and you have to wear it to sleep at night.

A group of people huddled on an earthen kang, and without a quilt, they relied on the heat of the earthen kang to keep warm.

There are more than 20 people crammed into a room, and when everyone takes off their shoes when they go to bed at night, the sour smell is not to mention how special it is.

In the morning, let's wash my face with cold water, and Li Lei feels better.

Take advantage of the sun, hurry up and dry your clothes.

There will be a battle to be fought in a few days.

The clothes are uncomfortable to wear, and they are very vivid.

Li Lei was squinting when he heard someone outside looking for the head of the regiment.

Li Lei's eyes lit up, it should be Zhao Gang who came.

He got up and went outside.

Just collided with a tall man with a full bosom.

The man was knocked back several steps.

Li Lei hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

The man was also taken aback by this sudden accident, and after he stood still, he looked at Li Lei: "Hehe, it's okay, you little soldier, your strength is not small." ”

Wei Dayong was behind, glanced at Li Lei, and admired it in his heart. This person's next plate is very solid, and at first glance, he is a practicing family.

"Little comrade, where is your regimental commander?" Zhao Gang asked Li Lei with a smile.

"Are you...... Political Commissar Zhao? Li Lei looked at Zhao Gang, tall and burly, polite, and this appearance, who else would it be if it wasn't Zhao Gang?

Zhao Gang was stunned, hey, I didn't expect this little comrade to be able to guess that it was himself.

Not bad.

Zhao Gang's impression of Li Lei skyrocketed.

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

Li Lei hurriedly went up to shake hands, this is the big hand of Political Commissar Zhao!

Must be touched.

Ay?

What about Monk Wei?

Li Lei and Zhao Gang kept glancing behind him when they shook hands, and then they saw that familiar face.

Aha, Monk Wei, you really came.

Don't worry, since I'm here, I won't let you die so badly.

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

Li Lei, as a fan of the TV series Liangjian, has always been haunted by Wei Dayong's death at the hands of bandits.

Such a powerful character, you actually let him die at the hands of bandits?

When I saw this plot, it was estimated that everyone was scolding the screenwriter.

Even if you die in the hands of devils, it is better than death in the hands of bandits!

Dead too much!

Li Lei even has the heart to send blades to the screenwriter.

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

Splendid.

Wei Dayong was looking in curiously at the moment. He knew very little about the Eighth Route Army and had no contact with it.

If it weren't for Political Commissar Zhao saving himself this time, he would not be able to deal with the Eighth Route Army for the rest of his life.

All he knew about this unit was from others.

So Wei Dayong was curious.

From the moment he entered Yang Village, Wei Dayong disliked it all the way.

The uniforms were not neatly worn, the weapons were not very good, and there were all kinds of weapons.

He even saw one with a spear.

Sure enough, the equipment of this army was not very good.

Can such troops fight?

Wei Dayong didn't believe it.

With such equipment, let alone fighting devils, it is reluctant to fight the puppet army.

Wei Dayong was even more determined to leave.

Let's go find your old troops, at least you can get a neutral rifle.

What do I get here?

A pot?

Moreover, those people don't look at me right, they are all cold, and I'm not a devil!