"Alright!"

"Why don't you say hello!"

Meng Fan was in the team. Not long after they entered Heshun, they met an old man wearing white clothes, carrying a brush in his pocket, and carrying an iron bucket. The old man was writing slogans on the wall. He was watching intently.

Hold them.

Meng Fangli looked at the person in front of him whom he had thought about countless times day and night, and for a moment, he felt a little at a loss.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all guessed the identity of the old man.

"Send the signal!"

"Inform Boss Wang that he has been found!"

Long Wenwen greeted Kaname next to him, and Kaname immediately put his fingers into his mouth and blew the agreed whistle.

Around Heshun, a penetrating whistle reached the ears of the remaining two teams.

"It's a signal!"

"We must have found someone!"

"What do we do now?"

Bu La looked at Wang Zhong beside him.

Wang Zhong raised his hand and slapped the helmet directly on his head: "You are the team leader now, and everyone in your team must obey you. If I am not here, who do you think will go?"

"Then let's go over and meet them?" Bu La was hit, but he wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he said with a smile.

"We must rendezvous, but we must remain vigilant. This is a Japanese-occupied area and there may be Japanese invaders at any time. We must not relax our vigilance."

"I know it!"

"You take the people over to meet them first. I have something else to do and I will come over to meet you later."

Bu La immediately made a gesture to the people behind him, and then took the lead to rush away in the direction where the whistle came from. The rest of the people, in groups of three or three, looked around with vigilance.

Wang Zhong, however, did not follow Bu La, but rushed towards the contact point that Master Shihang of the guerrillas told him when he last returned to the West Bank.

Not long after, Wang Zhong arrived outside an inconspicuous house. After confirming that this was the contact point mentioned by Master Shihang, he did not rush to knock on the door, but pricked up his ears and listened to what was inside.

movement.

With Wang Zhong's current hearing ability, no disturbance within thirty meters could escape his perception.

There were five breathing sounds in the room.

Wang Zhong came to the edge of the stone wall, jumped over the wall, and fell into the courtyard silently.

I saw the door of the house open, two people sitting at the door, one person sitting on the steps, and the other person in the house.

"Master Shihang!"

As soon as Wang Zhong landed, he greeted the fat monk sitting on the steps.

"Donor Wang?" Hearing the familiar voice, Master Shihang immediately let go of the gun he had just touched, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Why is the donor here?"

Wang Chong stepped forward with a smile and said: "We have a comrade whose parents escaped from Peiping, but as soon as they arrived in Heshun, the place was occupied by the Japanese. We only found out about this when we received a letter from his parents.

News.”

"He's from Peiping? Is he that nerdy security guard?"

"They are just an old couple, both in their forties and under fifty."

"That should be it." Master Shihang said.

"Does the donor want to take them back to the east coast?" Master Shihang asked.

"If you can, bring it if you can."

"By the way, when we came over, we met a group of refugees at the edge of the forest. They said they were from Lianhua Town. Because they refused to accept the Japanese drama's surrender, most of them were massacred. Only a few escaped into the forest.

Are you going to be targeted by the Japanese from time to time?"

Speaking of these people, Master Shihang's face became solemn. At this time, a young man next to him who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old and had a dirty face said: "I am from Lianhua Town. Lianhua Town was indeed massacred by the Japanese."

Yes, only a small number of people escaped by chance. I know the group of people you mentioned, they are indeed from Lianhua Town."

Wang Dian nodded. At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly sounded: "Captain Wang, do you still remember me?"

Looking at the smiling little bookworm, Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Of course I remember, even if I forget, no one will forget you."

"Thank you for telling me how to cross the river." The little bookworm was still smiling.

As he spoke, Wang Zhong took out the book "On Protracted War" he picked up by the riverside from his arms and handed it to the little bookworm: "Such a good book, don't lose it next time."

"Oops!" The little bookworm exclaimed excitedly as soon as he saw the book: "I said it can't be thrown away, just look at it."

As he spoke, he excitedly held up the book to show it to everyone.

"Has this doll joined you?" Wang Zhong looked at Master Shihang and asked.

Master Shihang nodded and said: "It is better to follow us than to run around here by himself and hit the enemy's gun."

Wang Dian nodded and looked at the little bookworm: "Did you lose the gun I gave you last time?"

"It's not lost! It's here!" The little bookworm lifted up his shirt, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and handed it to Wang Zhong: "Look, it's not broken at all!"

"It's just that there are a little few bullets." He said and looked at Wang Zhong with some embarrassment.

Wang Zhong untied the backpack behind him, took out a box of bullets and two magazines from the backpack, and handed them to the little bookworm: "Bullets are expensive, especially pistol bullets. Find a place to hide them by yourself. Usually, bring two bullets."

Just keep a spare magazine full of bullets with you. If you really get into a fight with the Japs, the Japs won't give you time to reload when it's time to use the pistol."

The little bookworm nodded: "I also have a spear, which was given to me by Master Shihang."

As he spoke, the little bookworm excitedly ran into the house, took out an old 38-meter lid, and handed it to Wang Zhong like a treasure.

Wang Zhong took the 38 caps, skillfully pulled the bolt, ejected the bullets from the chamber, and dismantled the three caps into parts with three operations.

"It's not bad. The rifling has not been polished yet, and the accuracy is not bad." As he spoke, he skillfully reassembled the disassembled gun and loaded the bullets that came out one by one.

"Can you shoot?" Wang Zhong handed the gun back to the little bookworm.

The little bookworm rubbed his head and said with some embarrassment: "I guess I can do it, but I can't hit it accurately."

Wang Zhong patted his shoulder and said: "Marksmanship is something that is fed with bullets. Just practice it slowly."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "When there is a fight, don't just think about hitting the enemy. Protect yourself first, find the right time before taking action, and don't expose yourself carelessly.

Only by keeping your life under the guns of the Japanese and practicing your marksmanship well can you kill more Japanese and drive the invaders out of our country."

"Yes! I've written it down." The little bookworm nodded excitedly.

"Master Shihang! I am here this time to seek help from you."

"No matter how polite you are to us, you are just fighting against the Japanese. As long as we are of use, just ask."

"There are thirty-three of us here this time. The target is not small. We will definitely not be able to escape the enemy's detection. In the end, the two sides will definitely exchange fire."

"I hope you can bring your guerrilla brothers to support you. As long as you can withdraw from Heshun and get into the woods, we won't be afraid no matter how many Japs come."

"That's right, the forest is our world. If the devils get in, I guarantee they won't be able to find us."

A young man in his twenties and wearing a headscarf said confidently.

"If we really start a fight, the surrounding Japanese soldiers will definitely rush over to support us when they hear the sound of gunfire. You are all more familiar with these than us, including the distribution of Japanese soldiers' forces near Heshun, and where are suitable places for ambush."

"Do you want to ambush the Japanese when they come for support and catch them off guard?" Master Shihang's eyes lit up and he became interested instantly.

Several guerrilla members and little bookworms nearby also came over curiously.

Wang Zhongdao: "If we only focus on retreating, we will definitely be passive, but in this case, we will be at a disadvantage. Therefore, we must turn passive into active, so that the Japanese can't figure out our movements, and then give them a harsh blow."

Hit them a few times to make them hurt."

"As long as I can kill a few more Japanese, it's worth dying." The young man with a turban on his forehead said just now.

Several guerrilla members around him nodded.

Is the life of the Sichuan Army Corps hard? In the eyes of the soldiers of the Sichuan Army Corps, it is hard, but compared with these guerrillas fighting behind enemy lines, the life of the Sichuan Army Corps, which has no worries about food and clothing every day, is simply not that good.

"Master Shihang, this is a tough battle. Don't be stingy. Use all the guns and ammunition I gave you last time. If we all survive this time, I will give you another batch of better support later."

of."

"Amitabha!"

"Everyone listens to the benefactor."

"By the way, take the heavy machine gun and set it up on the slope, so that the Japanese can have a taste of the heavy machine gun."

"That scene must be beautiful!"

"Enemies, those Japs being shot down by heavy machine guns are just like cutting grain. They can clear out a large area. It will definitely be fun."

The guerrillas also began to look forward to it.

Cao Lin took off his roller, took out the cross-strait terrain and defense map he had drawn by himself, pointed to the area near Heshun, and asked Master Shihang about the distribution of the Japanese troops.

Not long after, Wang Zhong and the guerrillas made a preliminary plan.

Just as Wang Zhong put away the map, a sudden burst of gunfire broke the peaceful tranquility.

Wang Zhong immediately put away the map, carried it on his back, and said to Master Shihang: "Master, according to the predetermined plan, you first lead the guerrilla brothers to ambush, and after we kill them, we will send the Japanese to your place.

Bian Yin."

"No problem, let's go prepare it now and keep it as a big surprise for the Japanese."

"That's right!"

The little bookworm looked at Wang Zhong who was about to leave and hurriedly called him: "Captain Wang, you must come back safely."

"Don't worry!"

Wang Zhong patted his shoulder and said, "I want to teach you how to shoot."

A smile appeared on the little bookworm's face.

Wang Zhongdang left the residence with his gun in hand and rushed towards the direction where the gunfire came from.

Master Shihang also immediately left the place with his people. As soon as they went out, they dispersed, calling others to get equipment and others to get equipment.

Two minutes later, Cao Lin came to a roof, looked at Bu La and others who were confronting the Japanese army in the alley, and nodded with satisfaction.

Wang Zhong trained them in special operations methods in order to adapt them to close combat in this environment. The two sides faced off in criss-crossing alleys. There were only thirty of them, and it would take a while for the Japanese reinforcements to arrive.

It's just that the Japanese army has been operating in Heshun for a longer time and is more familiar with the terrain.

The three teams covered each other and cooperated with each other, walking through the streets and alleys, and tacitly solved the Japanese troops coming towards them.

Seeing that the goal was achieved and the training effect was good, Cao Lin no longer held back. He spotted a Japanese squad leader and shot a headshot. Then he quickly emptied the bullets in the gun, immediately changed his position, and quickly shot into the gun.

Add bullets.

After a while, the explosion of grenades also sounded.

The fight between the two sides became more and more fierce, but Cao Lin did not go to the place where the two sides captured the most fierce battles. He rushed to the two huge ancient trees in the center of Heshun. The terrain there was relatively high and he could have a panoramic view of less than half of Heshun.

After taking out the two Japs behind the tree with two shots, Cao Lin quickly occupied the big ancient tree and called out the Japanese troops in the distance who were rushing towards the area with the densest gunfire.

In less than five minutes, more than a dozen Japanese were killed by Cao Lin's gun.

Bula, Long Wenwen and others also cooperated tacitly and annihilated all the dozen or so Japs who were stalemate with them.

When the battle came to an end, Wang Zhong came to the crowd and said: "The enemy's nearest reinforcements will arrive in an hour. We have to hurry up."

Everyone will return to Meng's father's house. After a short period of repairs, they will start packing their things and prepare to evacuate.

"Bring my book with you!" Meng's father walked up to Meng Fanglu. After hesitating for a while, he still said to Meng Fanglu.

Meng was annoyed but turned around and ignored them. Now that the Japanese reinforcements would arrive at any time, it would be too late for them to escape. Bringing books with them would not increase their burden.

"Take my books with you!" But Meng's father was a man who loved books as much as his life. Even though he traveled thousands of miles from Peiping to Heshun, he was not willing to leave those books behind.

"Take your uncle!" Meng Fan was angered by Meng's father, and pointed his gun at Meng's father.

Meng's father was stunned. His biological son actually pointed a gun at him.

Everyone around him was also stunned.

At this time, a big hand hurriedly slapped Meng Fan on the back of the head, causing him to stagger.

Wang Zhong said with a dark face: "The muzzles of our guns are meant to be pointed at the Japanese devils, not our compatriots, not to mention that he is your father."

Meng's father looked at Meng Fan, who had been knocked to the ground. His eyes flickered and he did not make a sound. On the other hand, Meng's mother next to him worriedly stepped forward to help Meng Fan, asking him if he was okay with a concerned look.

"Next time if I see you pointing a gun at one of our own compatriots, you will be dealt with directly by military law."

"Mysterious Dragon!"

“Not spicy!”

"Sangmen Star!"

"Go and pack up all Mr. Meng's books." Wang Zhong gave the order, and the three of them immediately walked towards Mr. Meng's study.

"China is so big that it can only accommodate a desk for you." Wang Zhong looked at Mr. Meng and said.

"Thank you sir." Mr. Meng bowed his hands to Wang Zhong, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Meng Fanyi who was being supported by Meng's mother next to him.

Wang Zhong just nodded without saying anything, while Long Wenwen said to everyone: "Don't just stand here, hurry up and help. Mr. Meng has so many books, and the three of them can't finish them all."
Chapter completed!