Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 171 Recruitment and Training
Wang Dahao held the bloody machete in his hand, and dripped blood drops from the tip of the knife. After killing the leader of the devil officer, the swaying figure slowly walked out of the courtyard, grinning and grinning, enduring the pain from the knife edge. Sneered a few times...

"Hehe! Mother's little devil knows that our guerrilla team is so poor that we can't get rid of it, so he specially sent us weapons and ammunition."

Wang Qin's face was full of cries, her nose twitched after her buttocks, and she didn't have a good airway...

"Fatty Wang, I was bullied by little devils, you can still laugh, I'm so kind to you for nothing."

Wang Dahao stopped and turned around, looking at the pitiful look of the girl, she burst into tears as she talked, followed behind her buttocks crying and urinating for a long time without stopping, making Wang Dahao Distraught, no one to talk to, the old bachelor has never comforted the girl, the eldest girl got on the bridal sedan for the first time, and didn't know what to say, she waved her palm to wipe the tears from the girl's face and said...

"Okay, girl, don't cry and wipe your tears. Didn't I come to save you in time? The devil who bullied you was also killed by me..." Before Wang Dahao finished speaking, Wang Qin's small body turned Leaning forward and throwing himself into his arms, the two of them stood under the drizzle, surrounded by guerrilla fighters, all laughing and chattering as they walked over...

"Hey...the captain is hugging another girl!"

"I just can't figure it out. The captain, the fifth and third, has a rough temper, and he opens his mouth to swear and speak foul words, so how can he attract so many girls?"

"You don't even have any teeth, you know what. Although our captain is ugly, he has a masculine taste in his bones. In the old saying, this is called a beautiful woman loves a hero."

Wang Dahao's eyes widened to see, one by one brats walked over with a smile, gossips and gossips came from his ears, he waved his hands and hurriedly pushed Wang Qin away from his arms, turned around angrily and shouted loudly shouted...

"You bastards, stop joking and chattering, it's useless, just clean up the devil's corpse in the fellow's yard, carry it to the village head, dig a pit and bury it in the field, don't leave any traces, understand? ?”

"Captain brothers understand, you and Comrade Wang Qin are hot! We won't bother you here."

"Damn Zhang San, you don't deserve to be kicked! The broken car is talking nonsense." Zhang San saw the captain get angry in a hurry, and ran away with a small waist, and Wang Dahao followed closely behind, cursing and cursing. Yes, Wang Qin cried so gaudyly that her face was flushed, she bit her lip with her pointed tiger teeth, and watched Fatty Wang leave behind, standing motionless under the drizzle.

More than 200 members of the guerrilla team swayed, busy in the village, bent over and pouted from the little devil, and seized guns, ammunition, canned meat and dry food. Each of them carried the barrel of the gun on their back and wore a round helmet with a round cap on their head to protect them from the rain. The cloth pockets on the waistbands were filled with grenades, and the feet were wearing big leather boots and stepped on the muddy ground. Two people carried the devil's corpse with their hands, and blood dripped down, leaving a trail on the mud path leading to the village. The blood stains were washed by the rain and turned red to form blood amber.

Several meters deep mud pits were dug in the field outside the village head, and corpses were thrown down one after another. Dozens of people held shovel poles in both hands, shoveled up the soil one by one, and buried the corpses of more than a hundred devils in the mud pit After a while of busy work, after disposing of the devil's corpse, Wang Dahao sent his brothers to invite the villagers back to the village. Men, women, old and children walked into the village with swaying figures, and saw blood flowing on the mud washed by the rain.

Wang Dahao walked in front of the crowd to encourage the fellow villagers, and preached with a smile on his round face. The devils in the village have been wiped out by them. Don’t be afraid. With our Eighth Route Army guerrillas, the little devils will never dare to enter the village to bully the villagers. After hearing Wang Dahao's bragging in vain, all the villagers felt relieved and went back home.

On the second day, the villagers in every household in the village, in order to thank the guerrilla fighters and help them eliminate the little devils who entered the village, turned out the only food in the house, steamed white flour steamed buns, cooked millet rice, and killed chickens and geese to reward the soldiers. The whole village It's lively like New Year's Eve.

The guerrillas rested in Lijiazhuang for half a month. Under the cover of the masses, the guerrillas were safe and sound, but they lived a happy life. They mingled with the villagers, drank some wine when they were free, and ambush the little devils to seize some spoils. Wang Da At the same time, they began to recruit soldiers and make weapons, grab them with both hands, and restore their vitality as soon as possible to strengthen the guerrillas. Maybe one day the little devils will start a big raid again, and they are always ready to fight. They take brothers to the nearby villages to recruit soldiers, day and night. Get busy, based on our Eighth Route Army's sincerity in fighting against Japan and devils, defending our homeland and defending our country is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and after Wang Dahao's reputation for killing little devils in Lijiazhuang spread, the guerrillas completely took root in the hearts of the people behind the enemy. The tongue that can't be broken is screaming loudly, and the blood is surging and the climax is repeated. In just ten days, more than 200 recruits were recruited.

In the fields at the west end of Lijiazhuang Village, there are more than a dozen rows of soldiers standing in unison, all dressed in black and gray mended sackcloth clothes, standing upright with their heads upright, with thick wooden sticks clenched in their palms, staring at them. The small round eyes stared forward, and loud voices kept coming from my ears.

Wang Dahao shook his broad-shouldered body, grinned his mouth, bared his teeth and stared at his eyes, threw off his arms and swung the wooden stick in his hand with all his strength, waving moves up and down, left and right, stretched his neck and yelled...

"Brothers, the things in your hands are not wooden sticks and rolling pins, but guns and bayonets. Du Niang's wide-eyed eyes can be seen clearly by Lao Tzu. When you chop, stab, cross, sweep, and use force, you must be fierce. You don't want to be cruel on the battlefield." The little devil's life, the little devil wants your life, I will remember it firmly in my heart..."

More than 200 people lined up in a long line of more than a dozen, shouting in unison and shouting powerfully...

"Captain, we all remember it in our minds and engrave it on the apex of our hearts..."

Wang Dahuai turned the wooden stick vigorously, shouted and suddenly stopped, took a big step with his feet, put his hips aside, stood still, the knife edge on his waist was split open, blood stained his clothes, and stood aside. Er stared blankly and saw the captain swaying his moves, posing motionlessly, he didn't know what was going on, he hurried over and asked...

"Captain, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Dahao slowly retracted his posture, grinning his teeth and muttering in a low voice...

"The knife on his mother's waist broke away." Blushing and gritted her teeth to endure the pain, she put her hands on her waist and shouted a few times...

"Guapi Wazi remembers to practice like a mother, and you have to be familiar with the road when you play big swords and put on airs. I have something to do when I go back to the village."

"It's the captain..."

More than 200 people swayed here and there, throwing off their big arms and swung the wooden sticks in their hands with all their strength. They swung up and down, left and right, and hit the ground with a bang, bang, and the mud collapsed and smoked.

(End of this chapter)