The Eighth Route Army, which was ambushing on the mountain, was preparing to ambush the other party's transport convoy, but unexpectedly, in the middle of the road, a young man riding a bull suddenly appeared, holding two small shell guns in his hand to block the middle of the road.

"I'll go, what's the situation, who is that young man in the team, and in a while, deal with him well. "The Eighth Route Army, which was ambushed on the mountain, saw a teenager scolding.

"Company commander, I don't know, it's not in our team anyway. The squad leader next to him said.

"Don't spoil our big business, your uncle, let the people below prepare to attack. Their company commander said.

There was no need for them to prepare anything, because Lin Xiafan appeared, and the convoy in front immediately stopped, and several soldiers who looked like the garbage of the Japanese country immediately shot at Lin Xiafan with their rifles.

As a result, before they could shoot, Hayashi Fan had already fired, and the sound of thumping gunshots rang out in the mountain road, and one by one Japanese-speaking garbage was dumped on the ground.

The marksmanship was a hundred shots, each shot hit their eyebrows, one shot ended their lives, and after the bullets were fired, Lin Xiafan's hand changed, and it was a small barge gun full of bullets, like a cannon whip, banging non-stop.

"I'll go, this marksmanship is too powerful, is this a gun god? Brothers, follow me to kill and support this bull-riding boy." "Ambushed on the side of the road, seeing Lin Xiafan's terrible marksmanship, and seeing these little devils fall to the ground one by one, they couldn't sit still anymore.

However, their movements were still a little slower, and when they reached the top of the road, Lin Xiafan had already killed them all, one by one, and none of them survived.

"You've come just in time, they have a lot of ammunition on their cart, so let's all go. Lin Xiafan looked at these Eighth Route Army and said.

"Boy, do you know what you're doing, do you know that you almost ruined our operation. The company commander who rushed over yelled at Lin Xiafan.

"You roar, now I'm going to kill them and give you the loot, you're embarrassed to roar here, if you don't, I'll blow them all up. Lin Xiafan didn't like the other party's appearance as an adult, and yelled at him.

"Company commander, you roar, we should thank this little brother for his military exploits. The chief of staff next to him said.

"Yes, yes, it's me who is wrong, it's me who is impulsive, I'm sorry just now, little brother, you are from that team, we will repay you!" The company commander said with an apologetic look to Lin Xiafan with a smile: "What are you still doing here, why don't you move the things in the car quickly, this car can't be driven away, we don't have gasoline, and we don't have a driver." ”

"Yes, company commander!" said the Eighth Route Army next to him.

Poor, they are really poor, all of them are militiamen, and they are all patriots who have not read, and those who have read books are more or less a petty civil official, telegraph work, or some related to the work of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

"I'm just a guerrilla member, no team. Lin Xiafan replied to him: "Buffalo, come here, young master, I'll leave." ”

The buffalo next to him, when he heard Lin Xiafan's words, immediately ran over, and the speed of the road was not slower than that of a horse, and ran to Lin Xia Fan, knelt down with four hooves, and waited for Lin Xia Fan to ride up.

It has opened its mind, and now it is evolving, and in the advancement, the buffalo that used to be skinny and skinny now has shiny hair and can understand human speech.

"This ......" The company commander also wanted to ask Lin Xiafan to enter his team, but he didn't expect that no one would look at him, and he rode away on this buffalo.

"Company commander, this is a young spear god, why do you let him go, if he joins our team, thousands of troops can come and go freely. The member next to him looked at Lin Xiafan's distant figure and said.

"Alas, it's all my mouth, it's too bad to speak, you see, you see I'm mad away!" he said with a slap in the face.

Next, Lin Xiafan ran up on this town on a buffalo as he did just now, as long as there was a little devil appearing, Lin Xiafan appeared, and the two small guns in his hand killed the little devil to be afraid.

Regardless of whether the other party is a ten-person team or a team of dozens of people, when encountering Lin Xiafan, there is only one end, which is death.

In just a few days, the people began to spread the myth of the young spear of Lin Xiafan, saying that he was a young hero who saved the villagers of the whole village, and transported a lot of rice to them from somewhere, and let the buffalo carry them one by one.

In the era of hard fighting, nothing is more important than food, and in normal times, the villagers eat three meals a day, but now when they start fighting, they only eat one meal a day, and sometimes, only one meal a day, only one meal in two days.

Many soldiers, almost like this, tied their belts tightly, did not let their stomachs growl, and followed the brigade over the mountains and mountains to fight devils, along the way, I don't know how many soldiers starved to death on the Long March, or died of illness on the Long March.

"Buffalo, here are 2,000 catties of rice, you carry it to Liujia Village, and then come back here, carry rice to Chenjia Village, do you know?" Lin Xiafan fed it a pill and said: "Now in the war, the grain in many villages has been robbed by the little devils. ”

"Moo!" the water screamed, nodded and said.

"Go, I'll wait for you here!" Lin Xiafan stacked two thousand catties of rice on its back, patted its body and said.

The buffalo who has eaten the pill, let alone 2,000 catties of rice, there is no problem with tens of thousands of catties, and when you walk up, your body does not tremble, and the rice superimposed on it will not fall.

2,000 catties of rice, if a family of six wants to eat 60 or 70 catties of rice a month, save some food, 50 or 60 catties, 2,000 catties of rice can only supply 250 people with a month's ration.

Fortunately, there is a lot of rice, a lot of corn, wheat, potatoes, etc., so that the buffalo can go back and forth several times, and the grain of a village can be delivered for a year. There are also many seeds, and if they plant them in one year, they can harvest two crops, and if there is no war, they can get through the difficult period.

Liu!

"It's the buffalo of the little hero of the spear god who is here to send food, everyone come over to help, come here!" The villagers waited at the head of the village for the buffalo to bring food with big sacks.

"Moo!" the buffalo squealed, as if in response to their how.

On this day, the buffalo didn't know how much food he carried, but he only knew that he listened to Lin Xiafan's words very much, and Lin Xiafan also passed on a divine beast mental method to it, so that the buffalo could practice, so that he would not be eaten as beef after he left.

"Send the last grain to Lijia Village, and then we will go to the next town to kill the devils and protect the people of this country. When Lin Xiafan saw the buffalo coming back, he waved his big hand, and the full grain was piled on top of it and said, "Go, I'll get out of here first, and come back to me later, I'll go to the train station and take down the railroad controlled by the little devil." ”

(End of chapter)