Wu Fei was still thinking about getting a gun, but the third leader had an argument with the people from Baishishan. The two seemed to have something to do, and the quarrel was so red that they were blushing and their necks were thick.

When he heard the two of them quarrel, Mr. Guo's face suddenly sank. He walked to the side of the third leader and said coldly: "After so many years, you are still just so promising. What's the matter? Will you not be able to say it after you finish fighting the Japanese? The second brother is still blocking the Japanese in front."

Although Mr. Guo said this to the third leader, he also blushed the man carrying the knife in Baishishan. He waved his sword and shouted at his team: "Baishishan, cheer me up, don't let others look down on me."

"Mr. Guo, I..."

The third leader was scolded and was not angry at all. He wanted to explain but didn't say everything.

"Xiaotong, why is the Third Head of the Army afraid of Mr. Guo?" Wu Fei asked in a low voice. He vaguely felt that the reason why the Third Head of the Army dared not accept him might have something to do with Mr. Guo, so he wanted to figure out what was going on.

"I don't know that although Mr. Guo is not from Ermashan, he respects Mr. Guo very much, whether it is the Third Head, the Second Head, or the other people on the mountain." Xiaotong shook his head. When he saw that Xiaole was all focused on Mr. Guo and the Third Head, he approached Wu Fei's ear and said softly: "There is Xiaole, they seem to respect and love Xiaole more."

Wu Fei came to Erma Mountain shortly after he came, and there were few people coming out. Although he had seen these bandits on the mountain with a good attitude towards Xiaole, he said that respect and love were even worse than Master Guo. That was the first time he heard of it.

"Does Xiaole come every time he goes out to fight? He seems to be very accurate and powerful in shooting." Wu Fei thought and asked through Xiaotong's words. He wanted to learn from Xiaotong why Xiaole and Mr. Guo were so mysterious.

"Of course, my gun was also accurate, but it was not as powerful as Xiaole." Xiaotong didn't notice Wu Fei was plaguing him, but said proudly: "Xiaole can hit the moving enemy and also hit the enemy during the movement. I am worse than him in this regard. However, compared to the people in Ermashan, my shooting skills are also quite powerful."

Wu Fei had seen Xiaole shoot, and a shot can hit the eyebrows of the Japanese machine gunner at such a long distance. This ability is already amazing, but Xiaotong said that he could move and shoot, which was even more incredible. Mr. Guo had already shocked Wu Fei before, and he heard that even Xiaole could do it. Xiaotong also said that his marksmanship was also very accurate, which made Wu Fei suddenly understand why the third leader didn't accept him. He said that he was looking for the wrong person. It turned out that he wanted to find Mr. Guo himself. Just imagine that even Xiaotong could master a good marksman. Then the person who taught him to shoot would of course be an extremely powerful master. Who else could Xiaotong and Xiaole's master be? Of course, it would be Mr. Guo.

After understanding this, Wu Fei smiled bitterly and secretly called himself stupid. It was obvious that the famous teacher was by his side, but he was still begging for the distance.

While thinking about how to speak to Mr. Guo, fierce gunshots suddenly came from ahead. It was obvious that the people from Ermashan led by the Second Head of the Army blocked the way for the Japanese puppet troops.

"It's time for Baishishan Guerrillas to avenge the dead comrades and fellow villagers. Let's kill the Japanese with me." The roar of the knife-carrying man was louder than that of the third leader. He led the Baishishan Guerrillas to take the lead and rushed out.

The third leader did not compete with the people from Baishishan for this first time. He just looked at it coldly until others had already run dozens of meters away before he gave the order to follow up.

"Three, I feel ashamed of you." Mr. Guo glared at him, as if he was very angry, and threw down this sentence and carried him away angrily.

Although Wu Fei didn't understand such things as war, he still had some basic judgments. The weapons and equipment used by these people in Baishishan were incomparable to the bandits in Ermashan. Some people still had bird guns, and not only did they hold one gun on Ermashan, but they also had two heavy machine guns like iron lumps, and even two small cannons.

With such a weapon, people from Baishishan rushed to the forefront. Everyone would understand what the Sandang family had. This made Wu Fei's original favorable impression of the Sandang family suddenly decreased a lot.

Seeing Mr. Guo running forward with the people from Baishishan, Wu Fei also rushed out, his speed was jaw-dropping. He didn't think of any show-off, but wanted to pick up the gun from the puppet army that he killed before the people from Baishishan.

Although Wu Fei was fast, he still set off a lot after all. By the time he ran to the puppet army, the Baishishan people had already run there, and the gun in the puppet army had been picked up by a Baishishan people.

Wu Fei wanted that gun too much, and didn't know where the courage came from. He rushed to the person who picked up the gun, snatched the gun from the man who was smiling, and said fiercely: "I killed this person, and the gun is mine."

"Why is it your gun? What I picked up is mine." How could that man from Baishishan want the gun to be snatched away like this? He rushed up and robbed him immediately, robbing him while robbing: "Bandits are bandits, and if they can't pick them up, they robbed me." He also regarded Wu Fei as a bandit in Ermashan.

One wanted to grab it, the other didn't give it, and the two wrestled in a group on the spot.

For Wu Fei, this gun is bound to win. Although he respects these people with simple weapons, it does not mean that he is willing to give in. Moreover, this gun is still the hope that he wants to avenge Xiaosi and Sister Ping.

"Stop and return the gun to someone else."

The man who spoke was the one who carried the knife, who stopped the gun robbers.

"It was my gun." Wu Fei caressed the gun he had finally obtained with care, muttering in his mouth.

"I don't care about robbing guns with the bandits, and I don't care about losing our Baishishan guerrillas."

The man carrying the knife was still scolding the man who robbed the gun, but Wu Fei sounded so bad. It was not because people regarded him as a bandit. The word "lost" was actually talking about him.

Wu Fei blushed for no reason. He felt a little ashamed, but soon, this shame was covered by the joy of possessing a gun. People just say it. At worst, they can give them a gun if they have the chance in the future.
Chapter completed!