A bald fat man in a monk's suit walked up, with a pair of black-framed glasses on his round head:

"Amitabha, brothers, the monks are polite." The monk folded his hands and bowed to everyone.

He carried a front-loading powder gun and a large cloth bag with several homemade bombs in it.

"Monk?" Long Wenwen walked over with a gun and looked him up and down curiously: "This army is your people?" ”

"The donor laughed, this is the revolutionary team, we are all like-minded comrades, there is no one who is who." The monk replied with a smile, his unhurried tone sounding zen as well.

"Oh, it's you!"

Really... There is an acquaintance in the team, who is the guy who is full of ideals and enthusiasm.

The little bookworm ran to Liao Mingyu excitedly, patted the rifle in his hand and said happily: "Sir, you see that I also have my own gun now." ”

It was an old-fashioned Hanyang-made gun, the body guard was badly worn, and there was visible rust on the bolt.

The little bookworm wanted to pull the bolt to show Liao Mingyu his progress, but the bolt was stuck and couldn't move.

"Why can't you pull it open? I just fired a shot. ”

Liao Mingyu laughed secretly, he shook his head and didn't speak, picked up a little devil's 38 big cover from the ground, and pulled the bolt neatly with a "bang":

"Look at this gun, it's much stronger than your one." As he spoke, he handed the rifle to the little bookworm.

The little bookworm took it and tried it, and the corners of his mouth cracked with a smile: "Haha yes, it's just a little long, then I can use this one for comrades who don't have guns." ”

"Don't keep your fingers on the trigger, usually the muzzle of the gun should be downward, and the safety should be closed. Seeing that the lid behind the butt was not, he pressed and turned the bolt to close it. ”

Liao Mingyu patiently taught him how to use this 38 style, and this naïve secondary 2 youth made him feel a little unbearable.

If according to the plot, he will die at the gunpoint of the Japanese tomorrow, but I hope this time it will change his fate.

"Alright, let's go find some bullets on the little devil." Liao Mingyu said.

"Good!"

The little bookworm smirked and joined the team cleaning up the battlefield.

The 38 style, which the Sichuan army couldn't look down on, became a rare treasure in their eyes. The crooked machine gun was fiddled with from side to side in the hands of a guerrilla fighter, who was clearly new to the weapons and had no idea what to do with them.

Anyway, this trip is worth it for them, and this group of people is now a shotgun change.

However, the ruthlessness of their cleaning of the battlefield is comparable to that of Kang Ya at the beginning, in addition to guns and ammunition, clothes, pants, big toes, and shoes can be pulled down by the little devils.

The little bookworm also kicked off his worn cloth shoes and replaced them with the little devil's big scalp shoes. However, it seems that the subject of tying shoelaces is not taught in his school, and he has been busy for a long time, but he has put a dead knot on it.

A young warrior next to him shook his head helplessly, crouched down and tied his shoelaces for him.

"It's time to learn by yourself, when I am killed alive by Little Japan one day, there will be no one to teach you."

The warrior patted him on the leg, as if he was like a big brother who took care of his younger brother, and the little bookworm just smirked.

They all look like a bunch of fools, but these fools are active in the isolated enemy-occupied zone and never give up.

They come together to support each other, each with the same soul and faith, and they die for the desired thing.

"Amitabha, the little monk Dharma number is Shihang, I don't know what your brothers are doing when you come to Heshun Town?" The chubby master of the World Voyage introduced himself with a single palm, and at the same time asked everyone in the Sichuan Legion.

"We're here to save people, and we're bothering you just now."

Liao Mingyu nodded at him, he didn't tell Master Shihang about the plan to investigate, after all, no one expected that these people would be captured by the Japanese one day, and it was better not to say something for the safety of the operation.

"Hehe, it's not in the way, everyone is a devil, this little favor is nothing." Shihang laughed loudly and carelessly, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, you have to save people a little faster. The little devil has a squadron that lives in Ciliang Temple, which is nine and a half miles away, and it won't be long before he arrives. ”

"Well, I know, the Japanese equipment is useless to us, so you can grab it and leave quickly." Liao Mingyu also gave a namaste, and he still respects Master Shihang.

In the original time and space, he sent the Sichuan Army and his group across the drawbridge, but did not go over himself, and blew up the drawbridge with a bomb on the other side to stop the pursuing Japanese soldiers.

In the end, there is no explanation for his end, but the entire guerrilla team died almost all in order to cover Long Wenwen and others.

Maybe Master Shihang didn't live alone in the end, and chose to face death calmly with his companions.

They seemed to be a rabble, but they did not hesitate in the face of the test of life and death, and in the end they just said to the retreating soldiers of the Sichuan Legion: Just leave us some grenades.

They are all iron-clad and unyielding men!

"Tuanza, as your chief of staff, I have to make a suggestion, it's right to be unanimous with the gun, but you'd better stay away from these people, these are all big reds that we avoid like a plague."

Meng was a little worried, things in this position are the easiest to be pinched.

"Actually, they deserve respect." Liao Mingyu said seriously.

Without waiting for Meng to be annoyed, he shouted to the others: "It's time to go, the little devil is not deaf, he will come over in a while!" ”

Everyone returned to the courtyard of Old Man Meng, Liao Mingyu asked Meng Mu and Jiu Mei to quickly pack their things and prepare to set off with them, while the others checked their equipment in the courtyard and reloaded.

Meng Yanzhi shuttled through the crowd, looking at this and that, but now everyone is busy, how can they care about him.

Seeing that the people in the reconnaissance team ignored him, he ran to Meng Fu again and tried to get a response from his son: "Bring my book!" ”

Meng was annoyed and turned around and didn't want to deal with him, Meng Yanzhi ran to him again and continued, "Bring my book, right?" ”

Meng was very annoyed and uncomfortable, when was he still thinking about those books, he frowned and looked at his father, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"What kind of eyes are you?"

For some reason, Meng Yanzhi was a little uncomfortable stared at by his son's fierce eyes, but his self-esteem did not allow Meng to be disrespectful to him.

"I told you to bring me the book! Did you hear that? Can't a huge Huaxia still fit a desk!? ”

"I'll take you uncle!"

Meng was annoyed and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up the rifle in his hand and pressed it against his father's chest......

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