The country is broken

A soldier of the 120th Division's secret service group squeezed into the crowd saw Li Wei holding a brick and looking around maliciously, he couldn't help shivering, and wailed in his heart: "Oh my god, even after the game is over Don't let me go! Whoever I provoke provoked me!"

The soldier threw down the food in his hand with a pale face, immediately squeezed into the crowd, and ran away without a trace.

"Come here, take a look, the authentic bricks are guaranteed to be replaced!" Li Wei asked every American soldier to look over and verify that the bricks in their hands are authentic.

"Ha!" Pretentiously stacking a layer, like luck, there was another one-palm smashing bricks, the applause was like waves, and Li Wei went on to perform a finger-piercing brick.The Americans stared at the bulls-eyed and were fascinated. Why can't they understand that this chubby hand is harder than a brick? If it's not a fist against a cannon on the battlefield? !

Li Wei had seen a lot of typical hard qigong performances on TV. When the superiors came, there were only such programs in the modern military camp, and he copied them without fail!Anyway, his strongest kung fu is all in these hands. [

Moreover, like a man selling Dali pills on the street, Li Weiwu's fancy moves attracted the applause of many representatives of the US military observation team.

A pile of broken bricks was exchanged for unanimous applause from the representatives of the observation group and the surrounding soldiers.

Picking up the last brick and weighing it in his hand, Li Wei wondered what to do with the remaining brick. A little dust from the broken brick flew into his nose, and Li Wei suddenly felt that his nasal cavity was fine. itch.

"Ah, I owe it!" Li Wei couldn't help but sneezed. The inner family's anger was not well controlled, and it seemed that the beating was a bit shocking.

Half a brick flew far away from Li Wei's hand, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"goo!"

"Amazing!"

Except for a few silly foreigners who are still clapping, the Chinese people are all dumbfounded, can a sneeze break a brick? !This sneeze is too outrageous.

"Hey hero, missed!" Li Wei smiled embarrassingly.As soon as he loosened his hand, the remaining half of the brick exploded into pieces and scattered on the ground.

Many people around have fully understood, don't look at this kid's hard-working performance just now, dare to pretend to be a grandson with no effort, he can really pretend to be like that.

Don't look at this kid who is different from others, he really has something in his hand, could it be that this is the legendary master demeanor ~ the people around him looked at Li Wei strangely.However, the top ten martial arts masters in the military competition are not bragging, they are really talented.That's it for the fifth master, what about the fourth, third, second and first? !

"Li, you are really good! I have finally seen Chinese martial arts, amazing!" Major Hart took Li Wei's palm and observed it carefully for a long time. It was almost different from ordinary people, such a strong brick was in Li Wei's hand Almost like it's made of biscuits, Chinese martial arts are amazing.

"Where, where, hey. In China. This kind of kung fu is nothing, it's much better than me!" Li Wei's old face couldn't help but blush, but he still told the truth.

The head of the special mission regiment of the 120th division and the head of the 717th regiment looked at each other.At the same time, he took a deep breath, this kid was merciful in the competition, if not only relying on this method, it is estimated that after these competitions, many fighters might have been crippled, what are the "Ten Manchu Tortures" It is estimated that it still seems to have given face.

Perhaps it was Li Wei who took the lead, and a few fighters jumped out to perform a few small shows, which made the foreigners laugh out loud.

"Well, Major Hart, do you have any good things in your hand? Let's exchange them. You know that we are so poor here. You should have brought a lot of good things when you came from the United States. For example, Tom Sen submachine guns, by the way, do you have anti-vests? I think the military uniforms you soldiers are wearing are pretty good. Look at us, they are all worn out. Sell us a few. Anyway, you don’t participate in the battle, and there is no need for consumption. , just sold it to us, and the luggage can be lighter when we go back.” Li Wei began to pester Major Hart and Lieutenant Bruno and other US military officers to talk nonsense, anyway, the United States!He always has money, and he doesn't kill them.

Being pretended to be b, poor, pitiful by Li Wei, coupled with wearing a thousand clothes and flattering clothes, made Major Hart and others dizzy, and knocked over dozens of sets of military uniforms and American-made weapons, Hearing the profuse sweating of several chief executives nearby, this is simply a mopping up of devils in the village. Right now, in order to win international support, it is too late to curry favor with the Americans, and this little plum is actually mopping up the Americans.

The surrounding cadres also looked ashen. They didn't seem to see a revolutionary soldier, but a full-fledged hooligan who was blackmailing the poor representative of the US Military Observer Mission.

I can't wait to slap Li Wei away from the US Military Observer Group, but after thinking about it, I can't beat Li Wei. The cadres just found an excuse to drag Li Wei away from the Americans and stand by their side , It's full of wine and vegetables. [

If the cadres hadn't acted quickly, I'm afraid Li Wei would have even fooled the American soldiers' underwear, but just as Li Wei was tricked away, Major Hart and the others woke up and smiled wryly at each other. The fact that he came to Yan'an has to be explained here. This kid wanted everything and wiped them all out, but the spoils that Li Wei exchanged seemed to be a good deal.

As the saying goes, a good tiger can't hold back a pack of wolves, and Li Wei can't stand the cadres' heavy gulping. After a few bowls of rice wine with strong stamina were poured down, he became drunk in a while and was thrown aside.

"Hey, even if you are a hero, you still have to pass three bowls." Several cadres who were in charge of accompanying the U.S. military in the alcohol battlefield looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

After the end of the Yan'an military competition, each participating team returned to their respective theaters, but the staff of the competition did not disband, but fell into a busy situation. The precious actual combat records recorded in the competition gathered the actual combat knowledge provided by various elites, and after summarizing, they were immediately printed into combat manuals and sent to various theaters. They trained during the day and studied at night. After the military competition, each team learned other things. People's strengths and strengths, but also their own shortcomings, the training is more targeted, and everyone can find a training method that suits them.

Of course, the special talents of a few people are not included in the manual, such as qigong and the like, God knows if they will go crazy in practice, and the staff department has also carried out a certain screening.

Not long after returning to the first district, the three regiments began to get busy with the "snatching and rushing to plant" operations again. It was the harvest season of grains such as sorghum, corn, and millet. In order to compete for food resources to supply the southern combat troops, the Japanese devils gradually began nibbling and rushing to harvest. action.

Judging from the military mobilization of the devils, a considerable part of the main combat force was transferred away, but at the same time a large number of mixed brigades and other troops were equipped and trained, and a tug-of-war with the Eighth Route Army for harvesting food was launched.

Because the combat effectiveness of the Japanese devil soldiers was weakened to a certain extent after the mobilization, the third regiment took over a part of the defense area and dispersed it together with the local militia team to protect the local farmers from harvesting grain in the areas intersected with the enemy's war zone, and guaranteed that no grain of grain would be left behind. to the enemy.

The three regiments of the first division and other troops entered the main grain-producing areas outside the base area, and even approached the devil's bunker defense line. Through military containment, they tried to grab more grain.

As the troops to protect the common people from harvesting, the soldiers also had to take on the farm work of harvesting. In addition to closely monitoring the enemy's situation at the sentry post, they carried guns on their backs and harvested with sickles in their hands, or harvested by hand, leaving behind pieces of green gauze.

During the harvesting operation, there was even a grain harvesting competition, and the prize was Li Wei from the United States!The camel foreign cigarettes from the old place, whoever wins the first prize that day will be rewarded with a cigarette. This is a great temptation for old smokers who are still smoking dry pipes, looking for tobacco leaves everywhere, and even using leaves to enjoy themselves. , and it was rumored that Li Wei still had cigars in his possession.

With the people's soldiers by their side, the common people who are busy harvesting are also quite at ease.

Li Wei laughed and waved the long scythe he ordered from a blacksmith shop. The nearly two-meter-long steel blade waved with a cold light, and immediately fell a piece of crops, followed by two or three farmers. Crops, this unique large-scale harvesting method can only be achieved by Li Wei, a pervert with long strength. According to Li Wei, if you bend down like others and swing a small sickle around, Maybe it will cause kidney deficiency. It is better to imitate the Western European scythe. It is much more efficient to wave a large area with a humming sound.

Only Fan Guowen looked at the giant agricultural tool in Li Wei's hand that was exactly the same as the Western God of Death's scythe, and his back felt chilly. In his eyes, Li Wei amidst the wild laughter was equivalent to the God of Death, as if what was being cut was not crops but human heads. Every time the arc-shaped sickle blade was raised high, he was terrified.

The Japanese devil soldiers on the gun tower in the distance were also furious. It seemed that the samurai swords of their squad leader were not as long as the opponent's blade. If this thing hit a person, it would probably be a terrible thing.

But the ghost soldiers on the gun tower could only swallow their saliva and watch the soldiers and civilians of the Eighth Route Army in the distance wantonly grabbing grain. There were a few hard-nosed devil officers who fought against the regular Eighth Route Army with a few troops in their hands. As a result, the weaker ones were knocked down even the gun towers in half a day, and the stronger ones were harassed and exhausted by the sparrow battle.

But now the Japanese devils and the puppet army can only hide in the stronghold, silently watching the people outside the range and the Eighth Route Army are busy.

The sun was setting in the west, but there was still no peace in the farmland. The fire was lit, and it seemed that there was an all-night shift.