My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 174 Guerrilla

A fat, bald man in a monk's uniform walked towards him, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his chubby head:
"Amitabha, brothers in the national army, the monk is polite." The monk clasped his hands together and bowed to everyone.

He was carrying a front-loading gunpowder gun on his back, and a large cloth bag was hung on his body. There were not scriptures in it, but several home-made bombs.

"Monk?" Long Wenwen came over with a gun in his hand, and looked him up and down curiously: "Is this army yours?"

"The benefactor is joking. This is a revolutionary team. We are all like-minded comrades. There is no such thing as someone." The monk replied with a smile, and his calm tone sounded Zen-like.

"Oh, it's you guys!"

Sure enough... there is an acquaintance in the team, that guy who is full of ideals and passion.

The little bookworm ran up to Liao Mingyu excitedly, patted the rifle in his hand and said happily, "Sir, you see, I have my own gun now."

"Why are you here, kid? Can you play with guns?" Long Wenwen also noticed him.

It was an old Hanyang-made gun, the handguard on the gun body had been severely worn out, and there was still visible rust on the bolt.

"I know how to use it, they taught me, look!"

The little bookworm wanted to pull the bolt of the gun to show off his progress as if offering a treasure, but the bolt was stuck firmly and he couldn't move.

"Why can't it be pulled away? I just fired a shot."

Liao Mingyu laughed to himself. He shook his head and didn't speak. He picked up a little devil's [-] cap from the ground, and pulled the bolt of the gun neatly with a "crash":

"Look at this gun, it's much better than yours." He said and handed the rifle to the little bookworm.

The little bookworm took it and tried it, laughing until the corners of his mouth split open: "Haha, yes, it's just a bit long, then I can use this gun for comrades who don't have guns."

"Don't keep your fingers on the trigger. Normally, the muzzle of the gun should be facing down, and the safety should be closed. If you see that the cover behind the butt is not there, hold it down and turn the bolt to close it."

Liao Mingyu patiently taught him how to use the [-]-style. This naive middle-aged and two-year-old young man made him feel a little unbearable.

According to the plot, he will die at the gunpoint of the Japanese tomorrow. I hope this time can change his fate.

"Okay, let's find some bullets on the little devil." Liao Mingyu said.

"it is good!"

The little bookworm smiled silly and joined the team that was cleaning the battlefield.

The [-]th style that the Sichuan Army Corps looked down upon became a rare treasure in their eyes.The crooked sub-machine gun was held in the hands of a guerrilla fighter and fiddled with it. Obviously, it was their first contact with these weapons, and they didn't know how to use them at all.

However, they cleaned the battlefield as fiercely as Kang Ya back then, except for guns and ammunition, clothes, pants and big-toed shoes were all picked up by the little devil.

The little bookworm also kicked off his worn-out cloth shoes, and put on the kid's big-toed leather shoes.However, it seems that the homework of tying shoelaces was not taught in his school, and after working for a long time, he still became a deadlock.

A young soldier next to him shook his head helplessly, squatted down and tied his shoelaces for him.

"It's time to learn by yourself. When I'm cut alive by a little Japanese, no one will teach you."

The soldier patted his leg, as if he didn't dislike him at all like a big brother who took care of his younger brother, the little bookworm just kept giggling.

They all look like a group of idiots, but it is this group of idiots who are active in the isolated enemy-occupied area and never give up.

They gather together to support each other, everyone has the same soul and belief, and they will never change for what they expect in their hearts until death.

"Amitabha, my little monk's name is Shihang. I don't know why you brothers are here in Heshun Town." The fat Master Shihang introduced himself with a single palm ceremony, and at the same time asked everyone in the Sichuan Army.

"We are here to save people, and what happened just now has troubled you."

Liao Mingyu nodded to him. He didn't tell Master Shihang about his investigation plan. After all, no one could predict whether these people would be captured by the Japanese one day. For the sake of safety, it is better not to say some things.

"Hehe, it's okay, everyone is beating devils, this little favor is nothing." Shihang laughed loudly and indifferently, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, he suddenly remembered something:
"By the way, you should hurry up to save people. The little devil has a squadron that lives in Ciliang Temple, and it's nine and a half miles away from here. It won't be long before they come over."

"Well, I know, the Japanese equipment is useless to us, you take it and leave quickly." Liao Mingyu also gave a Namaste salute, he still respects Master Shihang.

In the original time and space, Master Shihang sent the Sichuan Army and his group across the suspension bridge, but he did not go there. He used explosives to blow up the suspension bridge at the other end to stop the Japanese soldiers who were pursuing.

When he finally shouted long live the expeditionary army, the prosperity of the motherland, and the nation, everyone in the Sichuan Army at the other end of the suspension bridge fell silent.

There is no explanation for his ending, but almost all the guerrillas sacrificed to cover Long Wenwen and others.

Maybe Master Shihang did not live alone in the end, but chose to face death calmly with his companions.

Seemingly a mob, they didn't hesitate in the face of the test of life and death. In the end, they just said to the retreating Sichuan Army soldiers: Just leave us some grenades.

They are all tough and unyielding men!
"Tuan Zuo, as your chief of staff, I have to make a suggestion. It's true that the guns are consistent with the outside world, but you'd better stay away from these people. These are the big reds that we avoid like the plague."

Meng Fan was a little worried. Things from this standpoint were the easiest to be manipulated.

"Actually, they deserve to be respected." Liao Mingyu said seriously.

Not waiting for Meng to annoy to answer, he greeted the others loudly: "It's time to go, the little devil is not deaf, and he will be chased over in a while!"

Everyone returned to Mr. Meng's yard. Liao Mingyu told Meng's mother and Jiumei to quickly pack up their things and prepare to go with them, while the others checked their equipment and reloaded in the yard.

Meng Yanzhi shuttled among the crowd, looking at this and that, but everyone is so busy now that they can't care about him.

Seeing that the investigation team ignored him, he ran up to Meng Fanle again, trying to get a response from his son: "Bring my book!"

Annoyed, Meng turned around and didn't want to talk to him, so Meng Yanzhi ran up to him and continued, "Bring my book?"

Meng felt very annoyed, and was still thinking about those books at any time. He frowned and looked at his father, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"What's your look?"

For some reason, Meng Yanzhi was a little uncomfortable being stared at by his son's fierce eyes, but his self-esteem did not allow Meng Fanle to be disrespectful to him.

"I told you to bring me the book! Did you hear that? Can't the big Huaxia fit a desk!?"

"I'll take you uncle!"

Meng Annoyed finally couldn't take it anymore, he picked up the rifle in his hand and pressed it against his father's chest...

(End of this chapter)