The soldiers of the Fourth Company were very excited and could win the proud company, which was something they could not even imagine. In their consciousness, they also regarded themselves as militias and guerrillas. The First Company was the main sword company in the regular Eighth Route Army's main regiment, and was a high-ranking elite.

"Brother Wu Fei, you are so powerful. If you won for a row, you won so thoroughly. You will be so happy. You will be so ambitious to us for the fourth consecutive year." Although Wang Qian's legs were still a little weak, he admired this young man who was not in the first row or in the second row from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't say that, the winning team depends on the joint efforts of the four companies, and the perfect completion of the task of seducing them into being fooled. If you want to say credit, your credit is the greatest." Wu Fei said this, suddenly glanced at the side of the company. Seeing Hu Heng coming here, he deliberately smiled: "Actually, I made a small mistake. I overestimated the strength of the company. I am thinking about it now, and we will not use this small strategy to win. We will not win us in a row."

"Is that?" Wu Fei's words fell into Hu Heng's ears without saying a word. This guy obviously won the first competition with conspiracy and tricks. He didn't laugh secretly, and he spoke arrogantly, which made You Heng very angry. But after all, his own line lost the game, and he was not good enough to be tough in front of the entire group, so he had to suppress his anger in his heart.

"Is it still? It must be!" Wu Fei's tone dragged for a long time, obviously with a sarcasm and ridicule. His personality was not like this, but from the eyes of the soldiers of the Fourth Company, when they saw their proud excitement, they understood what they had been suppressed by the one-company in the past few days. With the mentality of avenging them, Wu Fei used a trick of fighting tooth.

"I don't know you little brat. The one with the surname Liu, can't you hide behind the little brat and dare not come out? Are you still comparing in the second game?" Hu Heng was not good at speaking, and even the third leader couldn't say that he wanted to win Wu Fei. This idea was ridiculous.

"Of course, I have to compare, but I want to change the rules. If I dare not respond to the challenge for a long time, then I will give in on my own initiative." Wu Fei was annoyed by Hu Heng's little brat. He decided to use his real strength to crush him for a long time, and let the arrogant company commander know what it means to have mountains outside the mountain and people outside!

"You just give up on the initiative? Don't you use words to squeeze me out, just change the rules? I'll leave it here. As long as your fourth company can do it in the rules you mentioned, I will definitely do it in the first company." Hu Heng was also angry. Why are all the people in the fourth company sharp-tongued? Fortunately, the second competition was a marksman, not a swearing contest.

"What the people from the fourth company can do, you will definitely do it in one company?" Wu Fei looked Hu Heng from head to toe with his eyes squinted, and asked in a ridiculous tone.

"Of course, as long as it can be done by the people of your fourth company, I will definitely do it in one company." Hu Heng was not afraid of Wu Fei's tricks. Just shooting, it was just three postures. He had this confidence. No matter which posture, the soldiers in the first company would not lose to the fourth company.

"Okay, this is what you said, but I don't regret it." Wu Fei suddenly showed a strange smile on his face. He pointed at Hu Heng and said to the second company commander Jiang Hu and the third company commander Wu Shanhe: "You have seen and heard the two company commanders with your own eyes. I will change the second rule that Company Commander Hu himself said."

The two company commanders didn't say anything, but just looked at him, thinking that he was going to use another trick.

"Don't be too slow, tell me how do you want to compete, I, Hu Heng, and I, continue to do it."

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't accept it." Wu Fei snorted coldly, and ignored the company commander who was acting irritably. Instead, he pulled Xiaole to his side, attached himself to her ear and said a few words softly.

Although Wu Fei's voice in Xiaole's ear was very light, there were still people around him. Everyone who heard them spoke showed a very surprised expression, as if they couldn't believe it.

"Would you fight or should I fight?" Wu Fei didn't care about the comments of the soldiers beside him, but asked Xiaole again. He didn't say this sentence with his ears, so naturally everyone could hear it.

Xiaole pointed at herself first, but immediately shook her head a few more times, and pointed her hand at Wu Fei. Obviously, she was also a little hesitant.

"You'd better fight. Your marksmanship is better than me and more stable than me." Wu Fei said this in an unquestionable tone.

If it were the past, Xiaole would definitely object. Before Wu Fei went to Erma Mountain, no one would talk to her in this tone, but now, she is like a docile kitten, nodding obediently.

"I said, boy, why do you think you are fighting? So many people are waiting for you." Hu Heng was a little impatient.

"It's very simple. We don't need to draw 8 people to compare the shooting skills. We have two people in the fourth company. You can only compare the one shot." Wu Fei looked at Hu Heng coldly, and his tone of speaking was also cold.

"Two people shot one shot? How do you attack?" Hu Heng was stunned.

"Our independent regiment is a short-lived unit, and the ammunition is not sufficient. You don't object to Company Commander Hu, right?"

Hu Heng didn't say anything, so he agreed to Wu Fei's words.

"If 8 people are drawn out and each person fires 5 bullets, then 16 people will have to fire 80 bullets. This is too wasteful. It's better to save these bullets and put them on the battlefield to fight the Japanese. Do you think it's, Company Commander Hu."

Hu Heng still didn't say anything. He suddenly felt the same way he had when he was running the lap. Has he fallen into this brat's trap again?

"One of our two companies sent two people, one shot, and the other went to the shooting range, with a sweet potato on his head. Forget it, you dare not fight sweet potatoes. Let's do this, if you push a wine jar on his head, whoever can hit that wine jar will win. How about it, dare to compete?" Wu Fei said the rules he thought of in one breath.

"Water jar? A wine jar is on the head?" Hu Heng gasped. He would never have thought that this young man who seemed not amazing would come up with such a competition method, which was much beyond his expectations. It was not difficult to hit a wine jar. The difficulty was that the wine jar was covered by a person's head, but it was a little bit of a mistake. Then the person who was holding the wine jar might die on the spot. The person who was holding the wine jar might be less pressure, and as long as he was ruthless and not afraid of death, he could do it. The person who shot the gun would definitely have great psychological pressure. Even if the gunman was good at shooting, he would have to shoot at his comrades. How many people could not panic or ruthless?
Chapter completed!