"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.
To be continued...