The headquarters of the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment is located.

A group of ghosts appeared in front of the soldiers of the patrolling Eighth Route Army Independence Regiment. The Eighth Route Army soldiers had no time to ask, and they saw flames appearing at the guns.

This group of Japanese devils are well-trained and equipped with extremely advanced equipment. They are all American submachine guns and wear matte helmets. Just after a meeting, the soldiers of the patrol squad were wiped out by them.

Fortunately, the political commissar Li Wenying brought people in time and successfully repelled the Japanese at the expense of his own. However, the Independent Corps was seriously injured, his morale was low, and he had no power to fight.

Mr. Peng was so angry that he called out an angry words on the spot, "It's not an independent group, it's a dough."

The regiment commander Kong Jie was even removed from the position of the regiment commander. After handing over to the new regiment commander, he asked him to go to the headquarters to feed the horses, and finally improved the treatment of the headquarters' war horses.

"No, the independent group can't be ruined like this, it has to be done."

After his anger subsided, Mr. Peng said again.

At this time, the headquarters and the 129th Division were united together. Liu Shuai put down his pen and pondered:

"If you want to manage a military force, you must first choose a general. CEO, who do you think is suitable?"

"Where is Li Yunlong now?"

Mr. Peng thought of Li Yunlong the first time.

The new first regiment was short of troops and was short of bullets. Li Yunlong had been there for less than a year and forced it to make it strong and powerful. He could defeat the elite Japanese troops of the Sakata United head-on.

Mr. Peng knew Li Yunlong's ability to lead troops.

A combat adviser said:

"Li Yunlong's injury has not healed yet. He is still recovering from the clothing factory behind him."

"Ah, are you still recovering from your injuries?"

Mr. Peng was a little confused, there were a lack of outstanding commanders and fighters in the Eighth Route Army, and some were also studying in Yan'an, hoping to cultivate themselves as the general who was the only one.

It is too difficult to find a general who can bring out a low-spirited independent group at this time.

Several names flashed through my heart and were rejected by Mr. Peng one by one. Naturally, they would not be worse than Li Yunlong, but they were more balanced, and they would not be worse than Li Yunlong's stable leadership, and they would even be stronger.

But to lead a low-spirited group into a screaming lion, it requires a courageous and full of personal charm.

None of the others are suitable.

"Or else let He Yuzhu go?"

Liu Shuai suggested.

“He Yuzhu!

Yes, I was confused, why did I forget him? This kid is Li Yunlong, who can rely on him at the critical moment."

Mr. Peng happily patted his forehead, and He Yuzhu left a deep impression on him.

This kid is as scheming as Li Yunlong in a war, and likes to curse and is full of courage. He is a very suitable substitute during Li Yunlong's recovery.

"But he lacks qualifications and does not have the experience of a grassroots platoon team. When he suddenly reaches the high position, others are afraid that he will not accept it."

Liu Shuai hesitated a little again.

"Who doesn't accept it?

Who can patted his chest and said that Cangyunling would let him fight to defeat the Sakata United head-on? If anyone is dissatisfied, he will come to me!"

Peng always had a courageous person and said loudly:

"Then let Li Yunlong take the position of independent group leader, and He Yuzhu is also the acting group leader, and actually preside over the entire group work.

Tell him that I will give him three months to bring the Independent Group out, and then he will be a whistling tiger and wolf army."

"Go and call He Yuzhu out of the confinement room and say I'll look for him."

President Peng ordered the guards, and without thinking too much, he saw the guards hurriedly running over with the guards' squad leader.

"What, that guy He Yuzhu ran to snipe the Japanese. What are you doing for? Why don't you stop him?"

Mr. Peng screamed in surprise, and was also a little surprised. When did this kid become so fierce?

"Sorry, Chief, I didn't watch Captain He." The squad leader lowered his head in shame.

"You go out first, and then talk about the punishment later."

Liu Shuai asked the squad leader to go out, then laughed and comforted General Peng,

"Boss, don't worry, listen to the soldiers of the New First Regiment that Comrade He Yuzhu is a sharpshooter.

The effective range of the Chinese official rifle is 1,000 meters, but the soldiers can only use it within 500 meters, but he can hit one by one and one accurate. When breaking through, he himself fired two heavy machine guns."

"From his tactical arrangements in Cangyunling, all his adventures are actually 70% to 80% sure. They seem to be taking risks, but they are actually very steady.

He Yuzhu has millions of soldiers hidden in his heart and will not easily let himself fall into danger. If he dares to follow, it proves that he is absolutely sure that nothing will happen."

"We can expect him to come back with a Japanese corpse or two.

I was very curious about what kind of Japanese devils were, who could fight my independent regiment with less than a hundred soldiers without any power to fight back.”

Speaking of this, Liu Shuai also broke his pencil with a snap.

Obviously, he felt that his face was lost and was really angry about the defeat of the Independent Group by an inexplicable Japanese.

After all, the Independent Regiment is still his troops.

...

Bang!

The last shot killed a Japanese devil. He Yuzhu inserted his pistol into the holster on his waist, took out the ring-headed knife behind him, and faced the three Japanese devils directly.

He chased the Japanese devils for more than 30 miles, and then moved with one shot, which made the Japanese devils panic and frightened. After five Japanese devils died in a row, Yamamoto finally couldn't help it and sent six people to stubbornly entangle him.

The Japanese who were cut off knew that this was the base of the Eighth Route Army and was surrounded by the Eighth Route Army. They were left with a life-threatening death and had no intention of surviving, so they all bite him for life.

They are also well-trained special forces soldiers. After letting go, He Yuzhu's advantage is not very obvious. He killed three Japanese devils through the terrain, and then finally was blocked in the valley by the remaining three Japanese devils.

Fortunately, in order to force He Yuzhu to escape into the valley, all three of them fired all the bullets.

Now we can only use hand-to-hand combat.

"Little Japanese, who will die? Grandpa will give you a ride for free!"

"Don't you always brag about the excellence of Bushido? Come here."

The rifle had been lost long ago. He Yuzhu inserted the turtle box back into the holster at his waist, inserted the big knife to the ground, and breathed rapidly with the knife handle.

After more than ten miles of pursuit, He Yuzhu was so exhausted that he could only save some energy by taking advantage of the situation.

"Watanabe-kun."

A little Japanese nodded to another person, the fat, round and short Japanese nodded, took out a matt dagger, bowed and held the knife, and approached He Yuzhu carefully.

They had long seen He Yuzhu's strength, so although He Yuzhu seemed to be exhausted and sweating like slurry, he did not dare to slack off at all and tightened his strength in his body.

"Kill and give it to..."

The earth and Feiyuan walked to within ten meters of He Yuzhu, and suddenly accelerated, and the tip of the knife poked straight towards He Yuzhu's chest with a cold light.

To be honest, the Japanese devils were very well-trained at this time, and most Chinese soldiers could not do this bayonet.

Even He Yuzhu couldn't compare to him, he practiced a big sword.

"Go to die!"

As the tip of the knife approached, He Yuzhu suddenly roared and kicked the knife on the back.

The ring-headed knife was originally inserted into the soil by him, and the knife handle was grabbed by him. The kick caused the tip of the knife to eject, drew an arc, and sprinkled a handful of soil towards the Japanese's eyes.

The Japanese did not expect He Yuzhu to have this move, so they subconsciously raised their hands to block their eyes, and then saw a light of swords inserted into their chest.

Uh uh…

The Japanese devil's dagger fell to the ground, grabbed the big knife with both hands and tried to pull it out, but finally his eyes went out and he fell to the ground.

"Baga!"

The remaining two Japanese were so angry that they were blown away by He Yuzhu's despicable means.

The two of them didn't plan to talk about the Bushido demeanor, and they surrounded them with guns on their left and right.

"Damn, I'm still unreasonable. The bullshit Bushido is not gigging on his face. When he reaches the threshold of life and death, he is not pissing the less, but I'm spitting!"

He Yuzhu scoffed at this behavior. Dogs can’t play a fair competition. What about trust between people?

Since you are unkind first, don’t blame me for being cruel later.

He Yuzhu sneered a few times, pulled out the pistol at his waist, and then took out five more bullets with his left hand in his horrified gaze and stuffed them into the magazine.

"Now, I'll just kneel down with a little honesty and my butt is raised!"
Chapter completed!