"Amitabha!" Master Shihang clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name, and said, "Is there anything the donor is looking for for the guerrillas?"

Wang Zhong showed a smile on his face and said: "To be honest, Master, a few months ago Wang and his brothers from the Sichuan Army ambushed many Japanese in Myanmar and seized a large amount of equipment. However, our numbers are limited and we cannot bring so many weapons.

equipment, I destroyed most of them and hid some of them separately."

"When I was in the north, I had several dealings with the guerrillas in northwestern Shanxi. Knowing your situation, I thought this batch of weapons and equipment would be of some help to you!"

"Of course it helps!" This time, before Master Shihang could speak, a middle-aged man with his head wrapped in green cloth couldn't wait to speak: "Since we dare to go up the mountain to fight guerrillas with the Japanese, we are not afraid of sacrifice.

Our weapons and equipment are too backward, and we are no match for the little devils. We can only pick out some lone devils to bully."

"If we can get a large number of weapons and ammunition, we can recruit more people to join the guerrillas."

As the middle-aged man spoke, a look of longing appeared on his face: "We will be able to cause greater damage to the Japanese, and sooner or later, we will be able to drive them out of China and Burma!"

"Amitabha!" Master Shihang clasped his hands toward Cao Lin, performed a Buddhist salute, and then said: "I wonder where the weapons that the layman mentioned are? How many are there specifically?"

Wang Zhongdao: "Originally, we captured a lot of pheasant necks, but the pheasant necks were really inconvenient for rapid marches, so they were blown up. Now we only have light machine guns and three big guns left, as well as a large amount of ammunition and grenades."

"We were on a rapid march at the time, and we really didn't have time to count how many weapons we had."

"But even in the smallest stronghold, there are dozens of rifles and a large amount of ammunition, which should last you a while."

"As for the location! We have hidden these weapons in several places, including one near Nantianmen."

"Nantianmen?" Master Shihang and the man with a blue cloth turban looked at each other and asked, "I wonder where we are going to Nantianmen?"

Wang Zhong knew the concerns of several people, so he smiled and said: "Master Shihang, and this old man, please relax, we are not on the Nantianmen."

"But the area near Nantianmen is heavily guarded by Japanese troops. Even if you are not close, there is still a possibility of being discovered by the Japs."

"Amitabha!" Master Shihang said: "Now we are in short supply of weapons and ammunition. If we can get our hands on these guns and ammunition, we cannot miss it no matter what."

Although Master Shihang is a monk, looks kind and kind, and speaks softly, this master has long been used to life and death.

At night, Wang Zhong led several guerrillas and quietly groped towards the Nantianmen again under the cover of darkness.

While walking in the forest, Cao Lin suddenly raised his hand to stop, and immediately squatted down. The guerrillas behind him immediately followed suit, and without Wang Zhong's reminder, they spontaneously hid behind the nearest bunker.

"No, it's too quiet in this forest."

"Everyone, stay here for now, Master Shihang, come with me to have a look!"

Wang Zhong handed the gun to Master Shihang next to him, pulled out two daggers from his waist, held them upside down in his hands, hunched over, and carefully continued to walk forward through the forest, with Master Shihang following closely behind.

After walking no more than twenty steps, Wang Zhong stopped, pointed at the two big trees a dozen steps away and whispered: "There are probably scouts in the cabinet on those trees. Master, help me set up the gun. I'll touch it."

Go over and take a look.”

"Donor, be careful!" Master Shihang nodded immediately, not forgetting to remind Wang Zhong in a low voice to pay attention to safety.

Wang Zhong held his two swords, like a black ghost. Under the cover of the night, he quietly moved towards the two big trees where he noticed the abnormality. Before he got closer, Cao Lin heard the breathing coming from the trees.

There were three sounds, and there was another one under the big tree.

Cao Lin held two swords in his hand and walked closer and closer until he was less than ten meters away from two big trees. Cao Lin stopped, raised his breath, retracted his anus, bent his legs, and then suddenly exploded, his whole body shooting like a cannonball.

When he came out, he crossed a distance of ten meters in an instant, stepped on the scout's head on the ground, and the true energy in his body exploded with all his strength.

Hearing a muffled sound of "bang", the head of the prostrate Japs soldier on the ground exploded on the spot, and Wang Zhong also used the force of his step to fly up the tree suddenly, holding two handfuls in his hand.

The short sword was thrown out as soon as it spotted the enemy.

There were two puffs of sound, and the sharp blade passed through his throat.

Wang Zhong also came to the last Japanese sentry on the tree. The first time he appeared in front of Wang Zhong, his neck was broken by Wang Zhong.

Several corpses immediately fell from the tree like dumplings. Master Shihang also came up at the right time and started searching for the corpses.

Guns, ammunition and the most important dry food were all looted by the guerrillas.

After killing three groups of Japanese scouts in succession, everyone came to the place where Wang Zhong and the others buried their guns.

Looking at the dug-out guns and ammunition, the guerrillas couldn't hold back the smiles on their faces.

"We must fight quickly. Losing contact with so many scouts will definitely alert the Japanese army!"

"Amitabha, Donor Wang is right, we have to leave quickly."

Everyone's opinions were surprisingly unanimous.

One person carried three or five guns on his back, with bullet belts hanging all over his body, and quickly returned along the original road.

It was not until they were seven or eight miles away from Nantianmen that they saw that there were no pursuers behind them, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"Captain Wang, your skills are really amazing. You can reach such a long distance in one go. You can jump four or five meters high from the bottom of a tree..."

Along the way, after listening to Master Shihang's story about Wang Zhong's deeds of clearing out those groups of Japanese scouts, the guerrillas immediately transformed into Wang Zhong's fans and asked why Wang Zhong was so powerful.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "I started practicing martial arts when I was three years old. My master even praised me as a martial arts prodigy. Even so, I have practiced for a full twenty-four years before I have the skills I have now."

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Soon after, the guerrillas were stationed in the mountains. There were several piles of spears piled in the cave. They were all covered with water and resting on the straw pile inside.

, there are several wooden boxes placed, but now the contents of the boxes have been cleared out, and now they are filled with ammunition dug out from under the noses of the Japanese this time.

Wang Zhong was at the entrance of the cave, teaching several guerrillas the essentials of shooting.

Each of the guerrillas used stones to hang in the area around the muzzle of the gun. They held the gun with the butt lowered to their shoulders and pointed the muzzle at a target more than ten meters away to practice their three-point and one-line vision and accuracy.

It's not that they don't dare to shoot, it's just that it's not necessary for the time being.

"The so-called three points and one line means that the crosshair, the sight above the muzzle, and the most important target appear on the same line."

The guerrillas were constantly adjusting, trying to quickly master the essentials of shooting.

Wang Zhong did not stay too long because of this group of guerrillas. He gave them weapons and taught them how to use suitable terrain to lay traps.

Wang Zhong, on the other hand, left the mountains where the guerrillas were located alone.

One early morning ten days later, Cao Lin returned to the east bank and Jiqipo and handed Long Wenwen a brand new map.

"I just drew it, but I can't guarantee that the content is all true."

"Thank you for your hard work. Boss Wang is a great contributor and hero to our Sichuan Army."

Long Wenwen almost grinned to the corners of his eyes.

"Okay, don't waste your breath with these flattery words." Wang Zhong said: "How are those Japs?"

"We killed a few of them, and two committed suicide on the riverside last night." Speaking of those Japanese soldiers, Long Wenwen showed a look of unfinished expression.

Wang Zhong looked Long Wenwen up and down, pretending to be curious and asked: "You're committing suicide now? It's not even half a month, what on earth did you do to them? The Japanese you harmed would rather commit suicide than surrender?"

"What can I do?" Long Wenwen said with an innocent face: "Isn't it just to let the brothers in our regiment take turns to fight against them? I didn't expect that in just ten days, they couldn't hold it anymore.

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"Originally, I thought that if they could hold on for at least a month and let me take all these recruits out for training a few times, I would be bolder. I don't know what it means to be afraid when I see Japanese soldiers again on the battlefield."

"The ideal is very full!" Wang Zhong chuckled and said: "But the reality is very skinny."

"By the way, in the past few days when you were away, Yu Da Tiexue came to our Qipo temple several times. Yesterday afternoon he came to ask if you were back!"

"Yu Xiaoqing?" Wang Zhong said: "What is he looking for me for?"

Long Wenwen said: "How do I know? I'm not the roundworm in his stomach."

"Do you know who I met on the other side?" Wang Zhong nodded, changed his voice, and told Long Wenwen about the other side.

"Japanese?" Long Wenwen asked tentatively.

"If you were a devil, why would I tell you what to do!"

"Who is that?"

Wang Zhong looked around, then leaned into Long Wenwen's ear and said, "guerrillas."

Long Wenwen immediately opened his eyes wide and looked at Wang Zhong in disbelief, wanting to confirm with Wang Zhong again: "guerrillas?"

"Why are they on the opposite side?"

Wang Zhongdao: "It's not why they are on the other side, but that the other side needs their existence."

"Now the entire Myanmar is basically under the control of the Japanese army, and the other side of the river is no exception. Don't you know how the Japanese govern the country? It can be as simple and crude as possible."

"The guerrillas naturally came into being."

Long Wenwen nodded thoughtfully.

"I gave them the guns and ammunition we buried near Nantianmen."

"Just give it to them. We won't be able to use it anymore. If it goes on for a long time, it may get damp and moldy. It's better to give it to them. They're all used to fight the Japanese anyway."

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "It would be great if those of us who go up to the peak could have the same idea as us."

Long Wenwen naturally knew what Wang Zhong meant by his words, and also knew the faces of those so-called Shangfeng.

"Unless the sky falls!" Long Wenwen said.

Both of them are well aware of the virtues of those so-called high-ranking people.

"By the way, what's going on over there at Milong? Are you paying attention?"

"How dare I not pay attention to what you told me? His wife's grocery store has already opened. Because the store has many items, a large space, and reasonable prices, it has attracted a lot of business."

Wang Dian nodded and said nothing more.

"Okay, you stay here and watch, I'll go to the hospital."

Wang Zhong was about to leave Jiqi Slope when suddenly a familiar figure fell into his eyes.

"Li Liansheng!"

"Arrived!" Li Liansheng shouted with great enthusiasm.

"Is it really you?" Wang Zhong looked Li Liansheng up and down with his eyes, and then asked:

"Are the injuries healed?"

"Okay!" Li Liansheng said with a smile, "Now I can walk without a crutch."

Wang Zhong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Yes, now that you are fine, then behave well and don't embarrass you Northeasterners."

"I will!"

Wang Zhong did not exchange too many greetings with Li Liansheng, but went straight to the ‘field hospital’

Seeing Wang Zhong, the veterinarian felt as if he had seen a savior. He immediately stepped forward and hugged Wang Zhong excitedly: "You are finally back. The hospital's medicine has almost been used up. You should think of a solution quickly."

"Let's go check on the wounded first. Even if it's pesticides, there's no rush at this moment."

This temporary field hospital has been open for more than a month, but instead of decreasing, the number of wounded inside has increased.

The last time the Japanese army made a sudden attack, they occupied the position for a short while. At that time, both sides were going back and forth. Not counting those who were killed, there were many injured on both sides.

The company that Bu La brought rushed to the front. Fortunately, Wang Zhong, a sharpshooter, was there to help suppress the heavy firepower from the opposite side. Otherwise, the losses would have been even greater.

Death and injuries are inevitable in war.

Now that there is no need to go to Nantianmen for the time being, the Japanese army will not launch another attack in the short term, and Long Wenwen is watching over Jiqipo, so Wang Zhong can spend more time in the hospital.

Fortunately, the injuries were all dealt with early in the morning. What Wang Zhong did was to patrol the bed with the veterinarian, pay attention to the changes in each injured person, and prevent their injuries from worsening.

And Xiao Zui naturally became Wang Zhong's assistant. There were so many wounded, and each of them was the qualifications for Xiao Zui's study. Wang Zhong, based on Xiao Zui's learning progress, gradually learned the basics of battlefield emergency care.

First aid, different treatment situations for different degrees of injuries, I broke it open and crushed it and told it to Xiaozui.

Xiaozui knew that Wang Zhong's time was precious, but he was still willing to patiently teach him, so he studied very carefully. Even if he didn't know something, he would quietly write it down first, and then ask Wang Zhong directly when he found a suitable opportunity.

Time passed by for more than half a year. During this period, the Japanese army launched several attacks one after another, but they were all blocked by Yu Xiaoqing. The Jiqi Slope where the Sichuan Army Corps was located had never been visited by the Japanese army at all.
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