Sword life

Chapter 1 Accepting Monk Wei at the beginning

In 1937, Shanxi, a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp somewhere.

After a commotion, the young man who fell on the ground opened his eyes.

Surrounded by high walls, plaster flags were planted on the top of the wall, and a few little devils looked down vigilantly with a three-eighth cap.

Zhang Gang's mind buzzed, and countless memories flooded in.

"In the battle of Xinkou, the bloody battle lasted for 20 days. The division commander died and the brigade commander stood on top. '

'At the beginning of the war, he was a squad leader. After three days, he became a platoon leader. After seven days, he became a company commander. His subordinates had changed three times. After seventeen days, he became a battalion commander, with less than 80 people under him! '

"No one can make up, no one can replace, it's extremely tragic!"

"Battalion Commander, you're awake!" Wow, seven or eight people surrounded him. Zhang Gang took a look, and they were all his subordinates. Even in the prisoner-of-war camp, they were still determined to follow him.

That is, why are there white bubbles on the body?

"Baga, don't hurry back to work. If you slow down, you will die." The vicious traitor came over with a whip to drive him away.

'Dog traitor, I will kill you sooner or later! Zhang Gang got up silently, without showing a trace of expression.

At nightfall, Zhang Gang returned to his residence. There were no. 30 people in a small thatched house, some of whom were familiar, and some of whom were unfamiliar.

Collect the bubbles first!Zhang Gang patted Chang Hu's shoulder and silenced his bubbles.

【Strength +1】

Having regained some strength, Zhang Gang continued to greet several familiar old guys, and collected some white bubbles one after another.

【Strength +1】

【Physical +1】

……

【Speed+1】

The heat flowed in his body, Zhang Gang felt very comfortable, and turned his head to look at other people.

"You all belong to that unit?"

"Why, do you want to be the leader?" A burly man said. He had a square face, an inch-cut head, eyebrows like knives, and thick joints in his hands and feet. He looked like a trainer.

"Yes, let's see who wins, whoever decides!" Zhang Gang didn't flinch.

When the others saw it, they immediately vacated a place for the two to fight.

Zhang Gang put on airs, moved his hands and feet, and did not attack immediately. After staying in the prisoner-of-war camp for a long time, he couldn't eat or sleep well, so he could only use half of his abilities.

The inch-cut man took the lead and punched him. Zhang Gang stretched out his hand to stop him. The two of them collided fists and palms, each groaning.

"I can't see it, I still have the strength!"

"Each to each other, come again."

The two looked at each other and began to fight again.

"What are you doing, if there is any more movement, everyone is dead!"

The sound of the traitor Wang Mazi broke the silence.

Inside the cell, Zhang Gang and the tall man looked at each other and silently put away their fists.

"You're lucky this time, if you keep fighting, I'll be able to defeat you!"

"Then tomorrow, now, I want to be the leader, whoever agrees, whoever opposes!"

In the cell, except for the inch-cut man, no one else made a sound. Zhang Gang walked over and patted each one on the shoulder.

【Strength +1】

【Physical +1】

……

【Speed+1】

[Yunnan Baiyao +1]

What!Zhang Gang flipped his palm, and a small medicine bottle the size of a finger appeared on his palm.

This is a good thing. Brothers are all wounded and sick. Little Japan is not kind enough to help people heal their injuries. There are many people whose wounds fester and fester, and their health worsens as they drag on.

With this bottle of medicine, at least some people's wounds can be healed.

Zhang Gang clenched the medicine bottle in his hand and lay down on the bed in peace. Although the night was long, dawn would come sooner or later.

The second night….

The inch-cut man kicked over, Zhang Gang didn't dodge or dodge, and took the blow abruptly.There was a strong force coming from the waist and abdomen. If it was placed before, it must be the result of being kicked away, but...

Zhang Gang swayed slightly, and abruptly took the inch-headed man's kick, adding dozens of pounds of strength, and with a dozen of physiques, he can exert far more strength than before.

"This!" The inch-cut man on the opposite side was shocked, and was about to pull back his long legs, looking for another opportunity...

"It's late!" Zhang Gang grabbed the inch-cut man's thigh with both hands, twisted to the right, and successfully surrendered his opponent.

"How about it, are you convinced now?" Zhang Gang let go of his hand and looked at his opponent with a smile.

"I'm convinced, I, Wei Dayong, came out of Shaolin Temple, and I haven't met any opponents, especially you, who are getting stronger every day, and I haven't even heard of it." The inch-cut man said.

"Well, others say that I am a material for martial arts, and I understand it very quickly. What is your name? Wei Dayong, a good name." Zhang Gang smiled, feeling a little familiar in his heart, and before he had time to delve into it, he stretched out his hand and pulled Wei Dayong up. .

"Dayong, you will hang out with me from now on. In the past two days, let's heal the injuries on our bodies first, and then find an opportunity to have a good discussion with the comrades in the other houses."

There are more than 300 rooms in the prisoner-of-war camp, and there are at least two to three hundred people inside. If they can't find a chance to escape, most of them will die inside.

These people are national heroes and should not die here!

Just after the Battle of Xinkou, although Little Japan occupied the provincial capital and several major cities in SX, it paid a heavy price. Nearly 2 people died in the battle, and countless were injured.

Therefore, at this time, there were only more than 50 guards in the prisoner-of-war camp, and they were all left behind soldiers who had never experienced war.

As long as you seize the opportunity, it is not impossible to clean up the opponent.

Out of the corner of Zhang Gang's eye, he glanced at the wall. A machine gun was placed at the gate, loaded with bullets and ready to be fired at any time.

If this machine gun is not dealt with, I am afraid that dozens of people will die before it can be taken down, and there are dozens of little devils, so it is absolutely impossible to be tough.

Zhang Gang turned his attention to the traitors not far away, and he couldn't help sighing when he saw the whips in their hands.

Even grabbing the long whip is useless, and it is just a living target in the fire of machine guns and rifles.

Zhang Gang sighed, patted Wei Dayong, and took away the air bubbles on his body
[A bottle of high-purity medical alcohol]

! ! !Now, Zhang Gang's eyes suddenly became deep and bright, and now the little devil's machine gun solved it.

At nightfall, Zhang Gang lay down on the bed, full of joy. After Wei Dayong joined, the speed of 'convincing' his comrades was much faster, and he conquered forty or fifty in one day.

Although it is said that the number of people coming from Wei Dayong's side will be halved, it is still a half faster.

The current strength is probably more than one hundred catties, which is twice that of ordinary people. If it is really put in the cold weapon era, it will be a centurion.

Wei Dayong is really his lucky general...

At this moment, that familiar feeling struck again, Wan Lai was silent, his thinking became active, and he finally figured out the reason for the familiarity.

Wei Dayong? ? ?Shaolin Temple

Wei Dayong! ! !
Let me go, isn't this guy Wei Monk from Bright Sword?After a long time, he passed into the bright sword.

Thinking deeper, it is now the beginning of December 37, not long after the Xinkou War ended, and there are still two or three years before the story of Liangjian.

Wei Dayong is not the extraordinary monk Wei in Liangjian. The independent group and the new group may not have been established yet, and everything depends on himself.

(End of this chapter)