Although the 100-style submachine guns are, to put it bluntly, an incomplete design, not even a bolt insurance, they may misfire and injure their own people at any time, and even have a ridiculous bayonet, but after all, they are submachine guns that can shoot a series of bullets with a trigger pull.

With such a weapon, in the face of such a rare victory, not to mention the excited faces of those guerrillas, even the captain Sun Xilai, there was a faint smile on his face, he looked at Lei Zhen and opened his mouth, before he could say anything, Lei Zhen's figure suddenly blurred in front of his eyes, and as soon as his feet were weak, he involuntarily fell into Lei Zhen's arms.

Lei Zhen looked at Sun Xilai, whose face was brown, even through the clothes soaked by the rainforest, he could still clearly feel the amazing heat transmitted from Sun Xilai's body.

Looking at the wound on Sun Xilai's left arm that had just undergone surgery, and was completely soaked by the rain under absolutely unsuitable circumstances, looking at Sun Xilai's deep frown, with a painful look of struggle on his face, Lei Zhen lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "I know you don't want to fall asleep, I know that you are struggling desperately, trying to regain your consciousness, and I know that you have told yourself again and again in your heart that you have absolutely no reason at this time, let alone have time to fall." But you listen, you are sick, very sick, and the fact that with your physical condition, being able to support you until this time before you collapse is enough to surprise and admire me. ”

"If you believe me, then please relax. I assure you that when you open your eyes again, your brothers will be able to stand in front of you. This is my thunder shock to you...... Promise! ”

Although Sun Xilai only saw Lei Zhen for the second time, although they had a first acquaintance that was definitely not pleasant, although he hated the kind of high-minded and powerful posture on Lei Zhen's body, but in the blur, listening to Lei Zhen's whispers in his ear, Sun Xilai's tightly knit brows slowly relaxed, and instead of it, it turned out to be a long-lost calm. I don't know why, Sun Xilai is willing to believe in Lei Zhen.

The doctor walked over quickly and took over Sun Xilai in Lei Zhen's hand, he used surgical scissors to cut the bandage on Sun Xilai's wound, and watched it soaked in rain for several hours, which had cracked like a baby's lips, revealing a wound in the pink muscle, and the doctor couldn't help frowning.

And almost at the same time, Lei Zhen also frowned, because his gaze had already fallen on his senior sister Ling Weicheng. Ling Weicheng's youngest daughter, like a well-behaved and obedient kitten, quietly curled up in her mother's arms, no matter what happened around her, she didn't say a word.

Lei Zhen walked in front of his sister Ling Weicheng, and he stretched out his hand and tried to probe the little girl's forehead. Lei Zhen only felt that her tentacles were hot, she was having the same fever as Sun Xilai, and it burned even higher, and her forehead was even hotter.

Yes, think about it, a little girl who is not yet ten years old, following them to constantly flee and sleep in the open, in terms of her physical strength, has reached the limit. Even when it rained, Ling Weicheng wrapped her tightly in a raincoat, but in the process of running and running, the rain still inevitably seeped into the little girl's clothes through the gaps in the raincoat, slowly seeping the dampness and coldness into her body.

Lei Zhen really wanted to tell Ling Weicheng that in his heart, his mother was his own mother, and Lei Zhen wanted to tell Ling Weicheng that the child should have told him earlier when he was sick. But facing Ling Weicheng's eyes full of deep sorrow and bitterness, Lei Zhen suddenly became stupid.

What mother in this world doesn't care about her children? What mother would be willing to watch her child's whole body as if it was on fire because of the disease, the confusion that has been burned, and the weakness of the whole body that has been burned? Shi Niang Ling Weicheng has always chosen to be silent, has been holding her daughter with her thin body, and has been enduring the kind of anxious torment and pain alone, is it not because she doesn't want to cause trouble for them, doesn't want to drag them back, so that they can concentrate on facing the powerful enemy behind them, as long as they are careless, they will be wiped out?

Lei Zhen really didn't know what else he could say at this time, what else could he do, such a brave and skillful soldier on the battlefield, who was more clever and cunning, stood in front of Ling Weicheng like this, looking at her and the little girl in his arms blankly.

On the training ground, in the face of Ma Lan's inhuman torture, he would be injured every day, he would sweat and blood every day, but no matter what, he never shed a single tear, and he would only get stronger and stronger.

Ling Weicheng was really stunned, and she said astringently: "Lei Zhen, you ......"

But at this time, what do you want Ling Weicheng to say, what to say?

Lei Zhen turned around suddenly, his hand gently swept over his face in a seemingly casual wave, and took out the two teardrops that were about to burst out of his eyes, allowing them to merge with the sweat in his palm, and no longer separate from each other. After a long time, Lei Zhen said in a low voice: "Master, I'm fine, I'm just ...... I feel bad! ”

At this time, there was silence all around, and everyone quietly looked at Lei Zhen's thick and calm body like a mountain, I don't know why, there were so many partners around him, and so many comrades-in-arms who shared life and death on the battlefield, but he looked so lonely. Ling Weicheng, who was so lonely that he was a teacher, stood on tiptoe, hugged the child tightly with his left hand, and had a little hesitation in his right hand, but when he finally fell lightly on his head, his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Ling Weicheng gently stroked Lei Zhen's short hair as if he were his own child, and when Lei Zhen subconsciously turned his head, Ling Weicheng suddenly reached out and hugged his daughter and Lei Zhen tightly in his arms.

"Lei Zhen, maybe you think that if you are really my son, I will not tell you about my sister's condition because I am afraid of dragging you down. But you must know that in the lonely military camp, I watched you follow the Chinese people to learn the art of war and martial arts during the day, and follow me to learn to read and write at night, I watched you grow day by day, mature day by day, and have the spirit of a man and a soldier day by day, at that time, I have regarded you as my own child in my heart. When you run around in order to raise Ma Lan's medical expenses, under everyone's strange eyes, to do the work that others are unwilling to do, cannot do, and unwilling to do, and watch you be defeated by strong enemies in the ring again and again, and get up again and again, my heart has already been filled with a kind of pride. ”

Ling Weicheng hugged Lei Zhen tightly, she proudly raised her face, she looked at Lei Zhen with unreserved pride, and said loudly: "At that time, I really want to proudly tell everyone that this indomitable man in the ring, this man who is indomitable in the ring, this is obviously not an opponent at all, but he insists on refusing to fall, just with a man's blood and no regrets, he stubbornly spells out a man who moves in all directions, which is the son of my Ling Weicheng and Xie Jinyuan!" Lei Zhen, I feel honored to have a son like you! I believe that no matter what happens, everything will be fine in the future for our family. ”

Quietly listening to the whispers in his ear, quietly feeling the long-lost warmth, Lei Zhen nodded vigorously, he stretched out his big hand, and hugged the tiger head standing on the side into their arms. He inhaled deeply, and he raised a big smile vigorously, "Yes, our family, everything will be fine in the future, we will all be fine!" ”

…… In the two mixed teams, there are two seriously ill numbers, and then forcibly advancing, it is tantamount to kicking them into the ghost gate. It was before it was dark that Lei Zhen found the camp and gave an order to the ghost: "You take someone to collect some dry firewood and light a fire, so that everyone can dry their clothes, and by the way, bake some hot water and make some hot food for everyone to ward off the cold." ”

Hearing Lei Zhen's order, the ghost was only slightly stunned, and he quickly reacted, "Understand, Brother Lei Zhen, you really caught the lame man and kicked it, and it was clear that you just wanted to be angry and die." ”

Lei Zhen also smiled, "Who let them hold this kind of tattered submachine gun in their hands, equipped with bayonets, and with an effective range of only 100 meters?" We're just going to light a big bonfire, we're going to sleep here. Those little devils were taught a hard lesson by us this afternoon, and I don't believe they would dare to risk attacking until we found out our true strength. ”

"Yes, if I were the commander of the other party, I would not make such an overly aggressive move. And we lit a fire and camped in a big way, revealing our whereabouts, and he didn't suspect it. The ghost cai pondered: "I think he is at most sending scouts, hiding in a corner where there is no light, and secretly collecting our intelligence. ”

A smile of absolute weirdness suddenly appeared on Lei Zhen's face, "Don't forget, ghost, we are in a mountainous area with changeable terrain, jungles and rocks everywhere, and our vision is seriously affected. There are not many suitable locations to get a clear view of our campsite. Luo Sanpao has now taken Zhao Da Plague God to visit these places one by one, and I have every reason to think that the Plague God should really find a way to reduce the weight of the toolbox on his body. ”

Lei Zhen was obviously in a pretty good mood today, looking at the stunned Zhao Dawen, he reached out and gently patted the other party's shoulder, and smiled: "Don't worry, we have time to learn from each other." You take the people to look for firewood, and I go out and put a few shots, even if we know that we may be singing empty plans, but with that beautiful battle of annihilation in the afternoon, their commander will only be more suspicious and suspicious. ”

Lei Zhen greeted him, and his son immediately jumped up and followed him into the jungle in good spirits. He couldn't help frowning as he looked at the lush jungle and the mountains that had suddenly brightened after being washed by the rain for several hours. When he took out the matchbox from his pocket, before he could open it, water came out of it.

This ghost is really dumbfounded, although he is known as a ghost, but to let him light a bonfire in this situation, it really makes him feel that there is no skill to be used, the matches are soaked into a pile of clean small wooden sticks, even if it is dried, it is impossible to use it again, and then look at the appearance of other people, it is obviously impossible for someone to miraculously turn out a usable fire tool from the body.

At this time, Lei Zhen carried the Suomi 31 submachine gun that he bought through the black market with a lot of money, and took his son to walk slowly in the mountains.

Outside the vole and rabbit holes, Lei Zhen made loopers out of thin ropes and twigs, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net and strangle themselves in the struggle. Lei Zhen clamped a steel needle with his fingers, rotated it on the soybean at will, drilled a small hole in the soybean, filled it with poison, and then carefully sealed it again.

Put these highly poisonous soybeans into the vicinity of the water source where animals often haunt, once these greedy guys eat poisonous soybeans, at most run more than 100 meters, they will fall to the ground, Lei Zhen can completely disembowelment them before they die, and throw away the internal organs, leaving only delicious pieces of meat. Although this method may sound weird, if you can master the amount of potion and find the prey in time, it is definitely a very effective mountain survival technique.

And whether it is flying in the sky or running on the ground, as long as the amount of meat on his body can make Lei Zhen look at it, Lei Zhen does not say a word and raises his hand is a shot, and there are almost no animals that can escape the rapid sniping of a special shooter like Lei Zhen who is proficient in sports assault warfare.

…… More than an hour later, when Lei Zhen returned to the campsite, he had a string of game meat hanging on his body. Although the ghost also managed to find some dry firewood from the cave that was not drenched by the rain, but as the so-called Qiao woman is difficult to cook without rice, there is no fire tool, although he also wants to come to the top of the cave to drill wood to make fire, but as long as you look at the two pieces of wood that are constantly rubbing, but there is not even a trace of black scorch marks, no one will have any hope for the ghost to drill wood to make fire. At the foot of the ghost, those white stones with knock marks show that this versatile ghost genius has also tried the same ancient survival technique of flint fire.

At this time, those brothers who grew up together since childhood actually stood by one by one, and none of them helped him complete the great cause of making fire. It may be that he has heard too many bad words from Sun Shangxiang, and even Ling Weicheng, who has always been a helpful teacher, would sit there, stretch out her hand to support her chin, and watch the ghost talent between a few stones and a few pieces of wood with an admiring gaze, busy in order to make a bonfire.

Lei Zhen put down the prey in his hand, picked up a piece of firewood from the ground, and used his homemade fighting saber to scrape off a layer of dried bark from it, and with a slight twist of his hand, he kneaded the bark into a handful of pieces.

Lei Zhen took out a southern pistol cartridge for the Baishi submachine gun from the magazine, removed the bullet head, poured all the gunpowder in the bullet casing onto a piece of paper, mixed it with the fragments of tree bark, and then filled the mixture into the bullet casing, and then stuffed the bullet casing tightly with a small paper ball.

In front of the ghost, Lei Zhen pressed the bullet without a bullet into the magazine again, and then reversed the muzzle.

"Bang!"

With a crisp gunshot, the bark from the muzzle of the gun burned, but before Lei Zhen could grab a piece of bark and light the fire, the bark mixed with the gunpowder was extinguished.

"What a thing, it's not good to beat people, not even to make a fire, but I think the bayonet on it is suitable for a fork for barbecuing food."

With a disapproving expression, Lei Zhen casually threw aside the 100-type submachine gun that had just been captured from the enemy and had not had much time, and took out a 7.92 mm caliber light machine gun bullet from the machine gun magazine on the rabbit's body.

Seeing that Lei Zhen actually pulled out the warhead of this machine gun bullet again, although he was very grateful to Lei Zhen for helping them eliminate a Yuben army that had been chasing them for a few days, and their hands were stained with their brother's blood, although they were very grateful to Lei Zhen for ordering the doctor to treat the wounds of their captain, but seeing Lei Zhen's behavior, several guerrillas still couldn't help but snort softly.

Zhao Jun looked at the guerrillas who fought to the death against ten times the stronger enemy in order to protect her in the past few days, she quietly pulled the two eggs, and asked in a low voice: "Lei Zhen's method looks good, very creative, at least I didn't expect that I could use bullets to make fire." But why do you all seem to be unimpressed? ”

"It's not that we haven't thought of using bullets for fire, it's that we don't dare to think about it at all."

Erdan squinted at the bullet in Lei Zhen's hand that had been pulled out of the warhead, and said: "The guns and bullets we use have to rely on ourselves to get them from the enemy's hands, every bullet is our willing baby, I usually have nothing to do at night, I like to hide in the bed and count bullets." Even if we encounter the enemy, we are not sure, we will not shoot indiscriminately, usually we fight guerrillas, often chased by the enemy to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, we at that time all we thought in our hearts was to destroy an enemy with one bullet, and then seize more bullets from them, how can we use bullets to make fire? It seems to me that this is what the commissar told us, the typical playboy style! ”

Playboy style?!

Hearing this fresh word, Zhao Jun stared at Lei Zhen, who was constantly busy, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly. She really wanted to ask Erdan if she had ever seen a real playboy, because she really couldn't see where Lei Zhen was, and even if there was even a trace of the image of a playboy.

And...... The second egg likes to hide in the bed and count bullets! Zhao Jun really doesn't know, is this kind of behavior a fetish?!

This time, Lei Zhen did not refill the bullet in his hand into the magazine, in fact, he was quite aware of the damage that this bullet could cause to the firearm. Lei Zhen sandwiched the bullet into two stones, and put more bark under the stones, then raised the fighting saber in his hand, and in front of everyone, he stabbed the bullet into the primer of the bullet.

The bark mixed with gunpowder hit the ground, Lei Zhen added the dry bark in his hand little by little, and after the fire slowly burned, he added a few pieces of firewood, so that in the case of wasting two bullets, Lei Zhen, a playboy, finally lit the fire.

After doing all this, Lei Zhen patted off the dust on his hands, grabbed a pheasant that had eaten poisonous soybeans at random, and before he could fly far, he fell to the ground and was found by Lei Zhen before he could breathe. While smearing the mixed mud on the pheasant that had not even plucked its hair, he said indifferently: "Whether it is a gun or a bullet, for soldiers, they are just tools and consumables." Using it to kill people on the battlefield is a way to use it, using it to do what we want to do, so that we can better rest and recover our strength, and it is also a way to use it. Although we often say that guns are the second life of soldiers, if we regard guns and bullets as more important than our own lives, it is too much to put the cart before the horse. As for counting bullets in the bed, I was very much in favor of this method, and when I was in training, my instructor asked me to like my own gun, and even to think of it as my lover. She told me that only in this way can I really understand guns, love guns, and treat them as a part of my body. ”

Zhao Jun secretly glanced at Lei Zhen's ears, his ears didn't look too long, not too sharp, but how could they be the same as rabbit ears, the distance between the two sides was so far, she deliberately lowered her voice, and she could still hear it clearly?

Erdan didn't answer Lei Zhen's question directly, he suddenly hummed a song. This is a song written by the famous lyricist He Luting in 1937 and dedicated to all the officers and men of the Eighth Route Army.

We are all sharpshooters, every bullet destroys an enemy, we are all flying troops, even if the mountains and rivers are high and deep, in the dense woods, comrades are arranged everywhere, there are countless of our good brothers on the high hills, there is no food, no clothing, we have the enemy, there are no guns, no cannons, the enemy makes us, we grow here, every inch of land is our own, no matter who wants to seize it, we will fight with him to the end!

…… Frankly speaking, Erdan really has no talent for singing, his five tones are not out of tune everywhere, but his focus and enthusiasm still make such a song sing a vigorous vitality that belongs to the Chinese Anti-Japanese War soldiers and civilians. And such a song, sung from the mouth of an out-and-out guerrilla like Erdan, is more natural, raising a kind of agitated pride that does not regret dying on the battlefield.

At the beginning, Zhao Jun was still smiling, but in the end, she was stupid.

Lei Zhen turned his head, he stared at Erdan, and asked, "How many bullets did you shoot on the training ground before you really went to the battlefield?" ”

Erdan replied very simply, "No!" When I first joined the partisans, the captain gave me only one grenade, and a year later I got my own gun. ”

"So how many rounds have you fired so far, whether it's a rifle, pistol or machine gun?"

"I've been in the guerrillas for four years," Erdan pondered, "how come there are three hundred bullets!" ”

"Putting aside actual combat, in training, I fired 5,000 rifle bullets, 4,000 submachine gun bullets, 1,200 pistol bullets, and 6,800 light machine gun rounds; It has also fired 120 mortar shells and 230 grenades, and thrown more than 500 grenades. ”

Listening to such terrifying numbers, not to mention Zhao Jun and Erdan, all the people present who pricked up their ears to listen to their conversation, including Ghost Cai and Luo Sanpao, were stunned.

Erdan stared at Lei Zhen, although he thought it was incredible, but he could also see that there was absolutely no need for someone like Lei Zhen to brag in this regard. After a long time, Erdan muttered, "Waste! Give us so many bullets, how many devils can our guerrillas kill, and how many things can be seized from them! ”

"I don't know how many bullets I've fired on the battlefield, but I don't dare to say that I can hit every shot! Because we want to fight people, a professional soldier who has thoughts, has been rigorously trained and knows how to protect himself! ”

Lei Zhen suddenly asked, "Why should you, a person like you, who has never received formal training and has fought at most three hundred rounds on the battlefield, allow yourself to destroy an enemy with one bullet?" ”

Before Erdan could answer, Lei Zhen asked unceremoniously: "You have been in the guerrillas for four years, and you can be regarded as a veteran." Tell me, then, how many people do you have to die in a guerrilla like yours before one of them, by luck, can slowly survive four years of fighting and grow into a veteran who has fired 300 rounds of ammunition? And a veteran like you, if you face off against a soldier of the Grade A Division in a fair environment, how sure can you be of victory?! ”

"History has long proven that a well-trained and well-equipped army is needed to have a strong military. It is more necessary to have professional education to cultivate regimental officers with the same mode of thinking, the same goals, and the same will, so as to form a team in the army that can circulate at high speed and execute any order. Using a temporarily armed militia to confront such an army is tantamount to disregarding human life! And to ask an army composed of militia to kill an enemy with one bullet, and when fighting, to think about capturing is a kind of putting the cart before the horse, ignoring life! ”

Faced with Lei Zhen's aggressive question, Erdan bit his lip tightly, and after a long time, he raised his head and met Lei Zhen's eyes that contained too strong confidence and oppression, Erdan shouted: "I haven't read a book, I don't know a basket of words, I can't understand the truth you say at all, but I know, if you can't beat it, you have to fight!" The political commissar told me that even if I die, my gun, the bullets I left, and others will continue to work with Xiao Yue! Even if our entire guerrilla detachment is wiped out by the enemy, there will be more guerrillas standing up! Who wants to watch me sit on our heads and and pee, and want to be a gray grandson, that's their own business, I don't do it! None of our partisans will do it! ”

"You're right, the soldiers are very powerful, we run a little slower, and from such a distance, they can all hit our brothers with one shot. Fight the bayonet, neither of us will necessarily be able to fight one! ”

Erdan raised his right hand and said: "Our political commissar said, Xiao Yueben's country is such a palm-sized place, our people are dozens of times theirs, our territory is dozens of times theirs, even if our guns are not as many as dozens of times theirs, but everyone rushes up and keeps fighting, the people in front die and the people in the back pick up guns, I don't believe that dozens of people can't kill one of them!" Even if you kill ten of them and kill one of them, sooner or later, you will consume them to death! ”

"That's right," Zhao Jun, who had been sitting and listening, clapped his hands and shouted: "This is called all the people are soldiers!" I read Mr. [***]'s "On Holding on to a Long War" written by Mr. [***] in 1938, and it was at that time that I decided to join China. Because Mr. [***], let me see the future and hope of China, I have never seen a person who can have such a far-sighted vision and talent as Mr. [***], and even more vividly interpret the theory of 'contradiction' in the field of philosophy. ”

Although Lei Zhen studied with Xie Jinyuan, the branch of "contradiction theory" in the field of philosophy is still a bit esoteric for him. He faced Zhao Jun, who was younger than himself and still had a girlish childishness all over his body, and said sincerely: "I don't understand these things you said, please advise." ”

"I have repeatedly read Mr. [***]'s "On Protracted War" several times from beginning to end, and in this book, confrontation is divided into three stages: the enemy is strong and we are weak, the forces are balanced, and the enemy is strong and the enemy is weak. As you just said, the militia that is temporarily organized cannot really defeat a well-trained regular army, so we must use guerrilla tactics to constantly harass the enemy and disrupt their offensive rhythm, so as to gain valuable time for us to form our own professional army. On the other hand, the longer the enemy's front is stretched, the more loopholes they have, and the more arenas the guerrillas can play. In fact, when Mr. Jiang faced himself, he was also using the strategy of exchanging space for time, and he continued to form German mechanics, which has already shown this. ”

Erdan's face was dazed, but Lei Zhen thought about it seriously, and after a long time, until he clarified his thoughts, Lei Zhen said: "Although the army occupies most of the battlefield cities, but in the face of [***] more and more stable defensive lines, their logistics supply has gradually become strained, and they can no longer support large-scale strategic warfare, I think, although we are still unable to fight back, but it is probably barely able to support the first stage, right?" ”

"Yes!"

Zhao Jun nodded and said: "Although both [***] and the Kuomintang are using the strategy of exchanging space for time, such a strategy must not simply rely on the frontal resistance of the army, but also requires the awakening and participation of the entire nation, otherwise, it can only become empty talk." In this respect, the [***] people who start from the poor villages, are closer to the people's lives, and understand the people's sufferings better, are far more successful than the Kuomintang people, who are high above the masses and have distanced themselves from the people. Each and every one of us firmly believes that as long as we can adhere to our own theories and propositions, persist in standing on the same front with the broad masses of the people, think about what the people think, and be anxious about what the people are anxious about, we can mobilize all the people of the country and let the aggressors fall into the vast sea of people's war until they are completely consumed! ”

The vast sea of the people's war!

If it was before, hearing such an exaggerated adjective, Lei Zhen would definitely not think so. However, he didn't understand any big truths and didn't even receive regular military training, and he only received a grenade, so he joined the guerrillas, relying on the mountains and jungles, and fighting desperately with the invading strong enemy. Looking at Zhao Jun, who was talking seriously and talking with a serious face, and his whole body was exuding absolute confidence because he talked about his beliefs, Lei Zhen was silent.

And his heart, which was beating faster and faster, was faintly telling Lei Zhen that he was in contact with a political proposition and strategic idea that he had not understood in depth, but it was really possible to save China and defeat the invading enemy! If the whole nation can really be awakened, if all the people can really believe in their country, their nation may really stand proudly at the top of the world!

"And when our strategy enters the final stage, we have to press our anxiety and spend a long time to regain our lost land step by step. Therefore, this strategic stage is to exchange time for space. ”

Zhao Jun looked at Lei Zhen and said with a smile: "Think about it, the first stage is to exchange space for time, and the third stage is to use time to exchange for space." Isn't that an interesting contradiction? But such a perfect conversion of time and space can allow us to win the victory in this war to defend the country! And I firmly believe that if you want to do this, the people who can do this are not good for the Kuomintang who live in the temple, and even more so Wang Jingwei and his ilk, who only know that they sell the country to seek glory and resist every day, they will destroy the country, and only those who are close to the people, can mobilize the masses, and can make the hearts of all the people unite as one, can do this! ”

Hearing this, Lei Zhen was really moved, because now he has enough wisdom to judge all this that Zhao Jun said, and the possible surname!

Looking at the second egg who was still at a loss and was like listening to the book of heaven, Lei Zhen bent down on such a little-known guerrilla soldier who was fighting desperately with the enemy because of his beliefs and ideals, and he said sincerely: "I'm sorry, thank you!" ”

Looking at Lei Zhen with a serious face, Zhao Jun smiled, she really smiled. There were so many people present, but probably only she and the ghost could really understand the meaning of Lei Zhen's words and the meaning of the two words.

"I remember that you once said that you did not join any party, and you have been following Mr. Xie Jinyuan for so long, and you have already known the Kuomintang people very well, and you have also come into contact with the heroes among them who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the country and the people. I hope you can also know more about our people, know our purpose, understand our ideas, I think if our army, the most lacking, is you are experienced, and have received systematic training of excellent soldiers. If more soldiers like you join us, we can pay several times less, and we will speed up the pace of victory! ”

What does this girl want to do?

Everyone has just met, just talked about politics and strategic theory, and she can't wait to recruit talents?

Facing this girl with an eager face and really hoped that she would nod and agree, Lei Zhen was smiling, although he did not join any party, and he did not have any opinions on the party, but after all, he was Xie Jinyuan's apprentice, and he not only carried Xie Jinyuan's hopes and entrustment, but also the will of General Dai Anlan.

After putting the mud-coated pheasant in his hand into the fire, Lei Zhen washed the mud on his hands with a small pool of rainwater beside him, and then grabbed his weapon again and stood up. "I very much agree with the strategic concept you just mentioned, and I want to thank you for giving me hope for victory, and I will definitely find an opportunity to read the book "On Protracted War" carefully in the future. However, I think that it is precisely because of the [***] troops blocking most of the attacks of the Japanese army on the frontal battlefield that your guerrillas have been given ample space to operate, and your guerrillas have been given a buffer opportunity to transform from recruits to veterans. Sorry, I need to revisit the terrain. ”

Although Lei Zhen said it very pertinently, although he had been careful with his words, but looking at Lei Zhen's back, there was still a strong sense of disappointment on Zhao Jun's face, after all, she still didn't pull Lei Zhen for her army.

Although Zhao Jun is only a talent on paper about war, she also clearly knows the terrifying potential of a character like Lei Zhen who can turn his hands into clouds and rain on the battlefield, grasp the overall situation as soon as he makes a move, and force both the enemy and the enemy to cooperate with his rhythm.

Lei Zhen stepped on the fine weeds under his feet, slowly patrolling, he continued to record the various terrain he saw into the small notebook in his hand, and almost at the same time, a tragic offensive and defensive battle seen by others was constantly clashing and deducing in his brain.

Lei Zhen walked slowly like this, thinking slowly, until the sky was getting dark, and the bonfire in the campsite was very eye-catching, and when he returned to the camp, his eyes naturally fell on Zhao Jun next to the campfire, and he suddenly froze.

Zhao Jun was by the bonfire, using the charcoal he picked out of it, and set up a small fire by himself. And on top of this fire, there was a half tile that she didn't know where she had found, and on this half tile, a few bird eggs that Lei Zhen gave her before leaving, had turned into poached eggs.

Even Lei Zhen, who was standing dozens of steps away, smelled a tempting aroma, and involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not to mention lying in the arms of his sister Ling Weicheng, looking at the little daughter with a few poached eggs.

Looking at the half of the tile, looking at Zhao Jun because she was serious and focused, and suddenly had a calm face like water, looking at the strand of hair that hung down quietly on her forehead, looking at the corner of her lips, the wisp that contained naughtiness and tenderness at the same time, and with a few strong arcs, a picture in Lei Zhen's memory, I don't know how many times it was repeated, and I don't know how many times he woke up from a midnight dream, suddenly coincided.

Two people who were born in different environments, received different educations, had different temperaments, had different thoughts, and even had different spaces in their bodies, were suddenly overlapped in front of Lei Zhen's eyes at this time.

Staring at the face that flickered under the continuous beating of the firelight, looking at her chopsticks made of branches, carefully picking up a small poached egg, obviously she also wanted to eat it, but she still sent it to the little girl's mouth, but she licked her tongue lightly in secret, Lei Zhen almost shouted a word: "Second sister!" ”

They are obviously two people, but they look like they are really ...... It seems like!

(To be continued)