Of course, there are the friendships between the two of them when they were guards together, and the friendships they formed on the Long March later. There are also the kind of master who thinks about how to take less losses and take advantage of the Japanese to fight the Japanese.

The two of them were talking here. Diao Qixian and the tailor on the side of the hall continued to pull things from the corpses of the Japanese and puppet troops until the last corpse was removed and then stopped.

"Come on, wash and go for dinner!" Tailor Chen walked up to Diao Qixian with a gourd containing water and said.

"Let's go, wash it off outside, this hand of blood!" Diao Qixian was not polite and walked out of the hall with Tailor Chen.

"You said that Changyi is really good. Although I can't understand some things, it seems to be really amazing!" Diao Qixian said while washing his hands.

"Well, you will know by looking at the captain's expression. It's not bad! There are no weak hands who have participated in the Long March!" said the tailor while pouring water for Diao Qixian.

"Yes, I heard that we are going to the Eighth Route Army Corps headquarters? Then can we also get a military uniform? We will fight the Japanese to take revenge, but we can't just train our clothes and don't send them, right?" Diao Qixian said.

"I see, have you seen Captain Li's clothes patched? The shirt is still worn like that. The Eighth Route Army is so poor!" said the tailor.

"Poor? Haven't we just seized so many guns? Just find a snare and Laocai to buy dozens of oceans, right? Can we still be poor?" Diao Qixian asked.

"Bah, have you forgotten the discipline our captain said? All the seizures will be returned to the public, and these will be handed over to the Eighth Route Army! Besides, we are now also the Eighth Route Army and are people in the team. You can no longer have the same style as before!" The tailor said earnestly.

"I understand! From today's battle, I can see that our team is really fighting the Japanese, so I feel relieved! Damn, I live well in Rehe, occasionally I can do business, and I can still live a small life."

"But when the Japanese came, good days were gone, and they were captured by the Japanese and killed by the Japanese. As a man, how can you not repay such a great humiliation? As long as I can kill a few Japanese, what if I give this life to the Eighth Route Army?" Diao Qixian said fiercely.

"Oh... the Chinese people are honest. If they weren't impatient, if they hadn't had a deep hatred for blood, who would have wanted to fight with others? Don't look at me, I'm not much better than you. I went out to set up a stall. When I got home, my family was gone and everyone in the family was gone!" said Tailor Chen.

"It's not necessarily true? That iron bull joined in just to have a full meal! There is also Guo Dezhu, who didn't make a good iron. When he heard that the Japanese had entered, he joined the guerrillas without saying a word! Oh, there are also Wang Han, Chunsheng and Qiusheng, two brothers." Diao Qixian said.

"This is the difference between people! We are forced to do anything. They are truly passionate men, and the passionate blood left by our ancestors! Well, I'm talking about Guo Dezhu and Chunsheng, and that stupid guy, let's forget about Tienniu!" said the tailor.

While the two were talking, the conversation in the hall ended. Hu Changyi breathed a long sigh, not knowing what to say to Li Yunlong.

"Okay, you ran for half a night and were tired all morning. I won't talk about these things. Come and see if your skills are still there, help me repair it!" Seeing that Hu Changyi finished speaking, Lao Li took out a box cannon and put it on the altar.

"Okay, let's take a look!" Hu Changyi picked up the box cannon, easily removed the magazine, removed the bolt, and carefully checked the problem. While checking, he took out a towel from the pile of trophys and wiped it carefully.

After finishing the wipe, Li Yunlong actually took out a small bottle of gun oil. Hu Changyi put the oil on it again, then loaded the gun and replaced it with Li Yunlong: "If you want me to wipe the gun for you, just tell me what routine to play! The old rules are five bullets!"

"Hahaha, it seems that I haven't lost my skills, so I'm relieved!" Li Yunlong hung the gun holster on his body, and took out no yellow bullet and gave it to Hu Changyi.

This scene made the guerrillas in the room stunned, and then turned to look at Zhao Fengnian.

"Don't look at me, Captain Li is the one who can let Changyi repair his gun. Moreover, if you want to repair a gun, you will definitely give him five bullets. Otherwise, Changyi's gun technique is so accurate? They are all fed from bullets!" Zhao Fengnian said.

"Can your superior agree with them?" Wang Han was curious.

"Agree, and Changyi's bullets are given priority, because his marksmanship is accurate and he can play a big role at critical moments! In the future, our guerrillas will do the same. Whoever has accurate marksmanship and kills more enemies, then he will give priority to whom he will give, and even more bullets than others!" Zhao Fengnian said.

"Yes, captain!" said the members.

Time passed quickly, and Hu Changyi didn't wait long before Zhao Fengnian and the others had enough food. Chunsheng and Qiu Sheng, the carpenter brother, made a stretcher for Xing Dezheng.

At this time, the Eighth Route Army soldiers who followed Li Yunlong also dug two large holes on the hillside outside the temple.

One of these pits was prepared for the guerrillas who died in this battle was buried collectively in a pit, and even Xiao Xu and others who died on the road were found and buried together.

Another big pit was prepared for the Japanese and puppet troops.

The Japanese and puppet troops who were scattered by Diao Qixian were randomly discarded in the pit and then buried.

After doing this, the guerrillas followed Li Yunlong and the others toward Xiajia Village where the regiment headquarters were located. Hu Changyi also firmly recorded the position of burying the guerrillas.

Although he did not know these sacrificed guerrillas, and even those who were still alive could not recognize them. But it would be enough that he could remember that the heroes who died in defending the motherland were buried here!

Starting from the Dragon King Temple, the team walked along the mountain road and walked for three hours but still hadn't arrived.

With heavy legs dragged, Hu Changyi still walked steadily. He knew that this was the result of improving his physical fitness. Of course, he missed Li Tieniu's broad back very much and really wanted Tieniu to carry himself on his back.

But when I saw the Czech style carried by the iron cow on my shoulders, and when I thought about the 200-pound pig, Hu Changyi thought I should go by myself, and I’ll be there after a walk.

Of course, Hu Changyi, who was following the team, was not idle in his mind. After three hours of thinking, he finally decided to exchange something out of the system.

That is - black gunpowder, of course, is black gunpowder. With black gunpowder, things like elm cannons are not simply created?
Chapter completed!