, "Sun is in charge? ”

"I, Zhang Chu, the staff officer of the new 1st Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army."

"Welcome to Ping'an County."

Zhang Chu took the initiative to reach out.

Try to put away your ridicule.

It's rude to ridicule people.

He had already learned that Sun Chihai was the one-armed gun king.

One of Sun Chihai's arms was forcibly cut off by the Japanese with a command knife. Therefore, his enmity with the Japanese is as deep as the sea.

He also participated in the Jidong Riot that year. It's a pity that it was suppressed by the devil in the end. Many of his brothers around him died under the guns of devils. Therefore, Sun Chihai thinks about revenge all the time.

It's a pity that this guy also seems to have some misunderstanding about the Eighth Route Army. Reluctant to join the Eight Paths.

Yes, you can cooperate. But never join.

As for what the specific misunderstanding was, no outsider knows.

"My grandson Chihai."

The one-armed youth stretched out his left hand.

He only has his left hand. The right sleeve is empty.

Nothing enthusiastic.

But it's not very cold.

It's a bit businesslike, and the two don't owe each other.

It is also unique.

In troubled times, do you still want to be independent?

It's hard!

"Staff Officer Zhang, let's not talk darkly. You want us to help you fight the war on eight fronts. You'll have to reimburse all your ammo consumption. ”

"Bullets from the British seven?"

"That's right! There are also water bullets. ”

"You say. How much do you want. ”

"A devil. Five hundred rounds of ammunition. ”

"How many devils can you kill?"

"A hundred."

"Good! 50,000 rounds of ammunition. ”

Zhang Chu didn't bargain either.

50,000 rounds of ammunition. Buy a hundred devils. Definitely worth it.

It's even a little embarrassing to earn.

"Give it first."

"Yes."

Zhang Chu nodded.

He is not afraid that the other party will pay the bill. It is estimated that the other party will not dare to repay the debt.

He is a member of the Eighth Route Army. He was a staff officer of the new regiment of the Eighth Route Army. Bad debts, that is, you can't get along with the Eighth Route Army. Why bother?

So......

It's better to have your back against a big tree to enjoy the shade!

Even if you don't earn a penny, you have to help strengthen the strength of the Eighth Route Army.

That's what you're all based on.

Without this big tree, your own safety cannot be guaranteed at all.

It's a pity that the number of the Eighth Route Army around him is too small, even if they are all armed to the teeth, their strength is still inferior to the Japanese invaders.

It would be nice to come directly to a group......

"You come with me!"

"Let's go!"

Zhang Chu took Sun Chihai and others into the city.

Come to an abandoned house. The light here is very dim, dark and winterish. Almost nothing can be seen.

Everyone from Jiupan Mountain couldn't help but clench the guns in their hands.

Obviously, they are very vigilant. No one is trusted. Even if Zhang Chu was wearing the military uniform of the Eighth Route Army.

"Master Sun, please light the torches."

"Light the torch!"

Sun Chihai gave an order.

Immediately someone took out a fire fold, and a torch, and lit it.

Immediately, they saw large wooden boxes in the ruins of abandoned houses. There were thirty or forty chests.

Inside the wooden box are bullets. It was Zhang Chu who prepared it.

"A total of forty boxes of ammunition. 1500 rounds per box. That's a total of 60,000 rounds. ”

"Twenty boxes of British seven-seven bullets."

"Twenty boxes of water bullets."

"The extra 10,000 rounds I gave to you."

Zhang Chu said calmly.

Sun Chihai stepped forward expressionlessly and pried open a wooden box.

Others also pried open the wooden boxes.

That's right, it's all yellow-orange-orange bullets. Pick it up and check it, it's all first-class and first-class.

It feels like it's better quality than the original bullets. The surface is all yellow-orange-orange copper. Very rare.

"Why do you give us 10,000 more?"

"Want to hear the truth? Or do you want to hear a lie? ”

"I want to hear it all."

"I just want to make friends with you."

"What about the truth?"

"Kill twenty more devils."

"I don't want to be friends with you Eighth Route Army. But we'll kill twenty more devils. ”

Sun Chihai nodded.

Zhang Chu: ......

Don't say it so bluntly.

I can't help but be a little curious. When did the Eighth Route Army offend this guy?

"Zhang Chu!"

Suddenly, the lame man stood up.

Zhang Chu: ???

Call by name?

What's the situation?

The eye blinked, and nodded. Indicates that you heard it.

Then I saw the cripple take the water beads off his back. In front of him, pull the chamber of the gun apart. It's empty inside.

Zhang Chu: ???

What do you mean?

The others looked at the others suspiciously.

All of them looked expressionless.

Hmph, sell off, okay, wait!

I'm still afraid of you......

The lame man took out a bullet, put it in the chamber, and then pushed the bullet to load.

Someone next to him took out a stick of incense. Light it on a torch. And then keep moving forward. Go forward. It was almost a hundred and fifty meters away before stopping. Stick incense in the broken wall.

Zhang Chu's eyes narrowed. Suddenly I understood what the other party wanted to do.

Lighting incense at night.

Legend has it that there are many sharpshooters in eastern Ji.

They are able to easily interrupt the lit incense in the dark.

Whether it's with a barge gun or a rifle, it's all amazing. The same is probably true of these guys in front of you.

Yes, this is to give yourself a dismount!

In other words, they want to prove their strength. Prove that you are not a dry eater.

That's right, we took your bullets. However, we will definitely send you the corpses of a hundred and twenty devils. We're definitely not going to kill one less.

Good!

Quietly watching.

Look at each other's performance.

If the marksmanship is really that good, it has to be pulled into the organization anyway.

I'm not good at pulling people. But the commissar is good at it! The ideological work of our Eighth Route Army is superb. As long as they are willing to fight together against Japan and unite to kill the enemy, they are allies.

Commissar......

Zhao Gang......

It would be nice if Commissar Zhao was there.

Li Yunlong is a donkey. Very difficult to get along with. But Zhao Gang is much more perfect.

"Fifty feet away!"

"Staff Officer Zhang, you try it first!"

"Let's see how the Eighth Route Army's marksmanship is."

The lame man handed the water beads to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu: ......

These guys! It's really lawless!

also deliberately brought out the three words of the Eighth Route Army to press me! I am me! I only represent myself!

My marksmanship is not good. It doesn't mean that the marksmanship of the Eighth Route Army is not good.

There are many sharpshooters in our Eighth Route Army. Such as Wang Xikui.

It's a pity that Wang Xikui is not here. Otherwise, I will let you know who the real sharpshooter is!

I don't bother to say anything. Shoot directly with a gun.

Bad marksmanship. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a big deal to practice hard in the future......

"Smack!"

The gun went off.

The incense burned out.

Zhang Chu: ???

Hey?

Hit?

No way?

Can this also hit?

I seem to be raising a gun so casually......

Sun Chihai: ......

Lame person:......

Others: ......

Really hit?

Just raise your hand and shoot it casually?

Don't even need to aim?

Didn't even look closely?

The person who planted the incense immediately turned around and ran over to get the incense back.

Sure enough, the bullet was impartial, and it happened to pass by the lit incense. Knocked out a small section of the thickness of a finger. The incense was immediately extinguished.

Perfect.

Magical.

Zhang Chu: ......

It seems to be a bit of a pen.

I didn't expect to be able to hit with one shot so casually.

It was a pure accident.

It's pure coincidence.

Anyway, just load the pen. Just let these unruly guys know that our Eighth Route Army has talents.

"Not bad......"

The cripple said stupidly.

Then re-light the incense and continue to stick it in place.

He raised his water rifle and took aim. And then shoot.

"Smack!"

The gun went off.

Incense......

Not extinguished.

Suddenly it became very quiet.

Everyone's face seemed to reveal a trace of embarrassment.

The cripple's face was even more ugly.

Missed......

Actually missed!