"Hahaha, yes, it's me Li Yunlong! I know me, it seems that you haven't become stupid after being hit by a stick, it's not bad! I heard from Lao Zhao that you killed six Japanese devils by yourself in this battle, and then bombed three, and killed three?"

"Awesome, capable, although it is worse than me, Old Li, but it is much better than ordinary veterans! Come on, tell me what's going on with the grenade on your gate? And how did you do the one in your backyard?"

The morning sun began to become hot, just shining into the hall and on Li Yunlong's face. Hu Changyi didn't care what Li Yunlong said, but stared at Li Yunlong's dark face, dark shirt collar, and patched Eighth Route Army uniforms in his mind, and then recalled the plot of the sword drawing in his mind.

However, the beginning of the sword was in the spring of 1940. It was only October 3, 1937. During this period, Li Yunlong should have been the deputy commander of the 772nd Regiment, and later became the commander of the 769th Regiment.

Of course, Li Yunlong is a fictional character, and Hu Changyi is talking about his prototype character. However, Lao Wai, as a writer, has learned about the story of this prototype well, and has also used Li Yunlong to fight against the great master of River Crab in his own book. Some plots that require the Eighth Route Army will pull Lao Li out and shine.

But the difference is that even in 1940, the prototype character was only a young man with a 26-year-old age, and he was still as handsome as a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. As a result, he was portrayed by Teacher Li to become a rough man in his forties...

But, how should we deal with this situation now? We were brought to the world of sword-drawing. Should we follow Lao Li? This is a good choice. Moreover, the original owner of this body has a good relationship with Lao Li. From being a guard together to walking over to the Long March, he is definitely an old man.

Hu Changyi was thinking about things here. After just saying a few words, Li Yunlong saw that his expression was not right, his eyes were straight, as if he was dazed.

Seeing Hu Changyi's appearance, Li Yunlong turned around and looked at Zhao Fengnian, and then the two of them shook their heads gently, meaning: Is this kid sick again?

"Changyi, wake up, Changyi..." Zhao Fengnian shook his head, quickly took a step forward, and shouted at Hu Changyi.

"Ah? Ah..." Hu Changyi woke up from his thoughts and looked at Zhao Fengnian.

"Ahem, Changyi, your old comrades have not seen each other for a while, go in and talk. Also, Commander Li asks you about the grenades tied up at the door and the bombing of the Japanese in the backyard!" Zhao Fengnian, a good man, repeated Li Yunlong's words again.

"Oh, okay, Captain Li, please come in..." Hu Changyi suddenly became polite, as if the original owner Hu Changyi was calling that.

"You..." Li Yunlong was not there and took Hu Changyi to the front of the altar.

After eating, the grenades and grenades on the altar were cleaned up by Zhao Fengnian. It seemed that the Dragon King could not fry the fish. However, there were really three Japanese heads on the altar. It should be the remaining three Japanese in the backyard. I don’t know who picked them up and placed them on the altar.

Well, as for whether the Dragon King is willing to ask for this tribute, it is not something that the guerrillas should consider.

"Okay, it seems that I was not injured and spoke quickly. My original skills are still there. I killed 12 Japanese soldiers and three puppet troops in one go, and five grenades outside killed. They all said that I, Old Li, have many ideas when fighting, and you are not bad either!" Li Yunlong glanced at Hu Changyi up and down, and then said.

"I'm just thinking about it all, so I'll use it today! Why don't I tell you?" Hu Changyi said.

"Tell me, I will also study and see if I can use it." Li Yunlong said.

"Well, I won't talk about the one who exploded the puppet army. I can think of it. This door-opening thunder, which is the one on the gate, is aimed at the situation today, and can also be used during defense battles in the village. Grenades..." Hu Changyi talked about the many uses of door-opening thunder.

"As for the backyard, it is called directional thunder, it is also a defensive weapon. I won't tell you its principle, and you won't understand it even if you say it. It's basically just to use the thrust of explosives to push some fine steel balls, iron sand and even small pieces of goose soft stone in one direction. Any enemy within the explosion range will be affected."

"You know, when I don't fight, I like to think about it. These are all figured out. Also, our Eighth Route Army has also fought several battles with the Japanese. As of now, the Japanese's weapons and equipment are much stronger than ours, and the quality of soldiers is also very high."

"In comparison, this Japanese devil is not a little better than the white dog we used to fight."

"So, I thought, how can we take advantage of more and less losses in the battle, so I came up with some solutions. This door opening thunder is one of them. In fact, we can extend more ways to arrange tricks around this door opening thunder."

"For example, wall thunder, chicken coop thunder, for example..."

Hu Changyi did not hide his own personal information, and directly told all the methods he knew about setting up tricks, including the more upright "authoritarian foot owes (see Chapter 66 of the Defender of the War of Resistance)" and the jar thunder and jar thunder that were not allowed to be on the table.

Of course, there are still no bun thunder and pancake thunder. Although the foreigner really made the explosives with excellent plasticity and made them into pancakes, Hu Changyi had only heard of them and could not make them, and he even didn't have them in the system mall.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, the things you said can be achieved with grenades, right? I think about it, these methods really have to be passed down to the entire regiment and even the entire army, and maybe they will be used one day!" Li Yunlong said.

"Yes, we have poor weapons and very few troops, not even decent artillery units, let alone heavy artillery. Therefore, we can only use the mountainous terrain and use some local weapons to fight the Japanese."

"In fact, some traps used by hunters will play a huge role in special terrain such as the woods and mountains. For example..." Hu Changyi talked about some special killing traps he knew. Old Li frowned, sometimes he was happy, and sometimes he thought about it carefully.

On this autumn morning, in the main hall of the Dragon King Temple, guarding the heads of the three Japanese soldiers, Hu Changyi and our old Li formally had a conversation. Although Hu Yizhou was talking about Lao Li listening, the two of them were really having a happy conversation.
Chapter completed!