"Wait a minute, we can't decide on this matter yet."
A guard walked in and reported to his superiors.
Soon Instructor Sun, whom Wang Shuang knew, ran over.
"Instructor Sun."
"Wang Shuang, it turns out you came here with a gun."
Instructor Sun said to the guard, "I recruited this master to cook in our cooking class. Please let him go."
Instructor Sun has some status. After he spoke, the guards were ready to let them go.
Instructor Sun casually flipped over the box containing bullets on the cart.
"I go."
Instructor Sun exclaimed.
It turned out that instructor Sun just opened it casually and was shocked when he saw countless yellow bullets.
Instructor Sun was speechless and said, "Um, what's going on?"
"Ah, these are all things I picked up myself and belong to me. I came here right now, so I put them all in."
"But, but how come there are so many bullets, and where did you pick them up?"
"Sorry, this is a secret."
Instructor Sun stretched out his hand to stop Wang Shuang. The matter was too serious and he could no longer make the decision, so he turned around and called for more senior people.
Fatty Wang stood there in a daze since he saw the bullet.
He felt that a great master had come to his cooking class, an unknown person.
Fatty Wang can't imagine how he will direct Wang Shuang to cook in the future. Is he really here for the cooking class? Could it be that he heard wrong before? He joined the combat force, or was sent here by his superiors.
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Wang Shuang somewhat understood Instructor Sun's behavior, but she also had some worries.
The new regiment was very mobile, and it didn’t take long for instructor Sun to lead a strong man over.
The rapid movement made Instructor Sun gasp for breath.
"The battalion commander, that's it. That's him, Wang Shuang."
Instructor Sun gasped and pointed at Wang Shuang. The man next to him had a short head, looked burly and powerful, and had a scar on his brow.
Wang Shuang, who was familiar with the world of Liangjian, naturally recognized who this person was.
Li Yunlong's right-hand man, Zhang Dabiao was the only one he took with him when Li Yunlong took over the new regiment.
Zhang Dabiao looked at the person in front of him. At first glance, he thought he was a good soldier.
He seems to have good physical fitness, his limbs are strong and strong, but his eyesight feels a little strange.
The way he looked at me was a little weird, as if he knew me.
"Hello, I am Zhang Dabiao, commander of the first battalion of the new regiment."
"Hello, battalion commander, I am Wang Shuang."
"Well, you just brought a lot of bullets."
"Yes."
Wang Shuang pointed to the opened box, where yellow bullets were lying.
Zhang Dabiao turned around and looked over. The first thing he saw was a brand new 38-meter rifle.
Zhang Dabiao picked up the 38 rifle, looked at it carefully, then raised it, aimed at the distance, and looked at it.
"Good gun, brand new 38 rifle."
After putting down the rifle, Zhang Dabiao picked up the pistol on his side.
Finally, Zhang Dabiao reached out and grabbed a handful of bullets from the bullet box, making sure that every bullet was genuine.
As a veteran, Zhang Dabiao took a few glances and estimated the number of bullets to be about two thousand.
When everything was over, Zhang Dabiao looked at Wang Shuang.
Suddenly, Zhang Dabiao showed a smile.
Wang Shuang suddenly felt a chill coming over him.
"Haha, Wang Shuang, welcome to join the Eighth Route Army."
Wang Shuang reached out and held Zhang Dabiao's right hand. "Um, hello, Comrade Battalion Commander, I'm not here to join the Eighth Route Army. I'm just here to help. It's free, as long as food and shelter are provided. I've already agreed with Instructor Sun."
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Wang Shuang pointed at instructor Sun.
Instructor Sun then leaned into Zhang Dabiao’s ear and said a few words.
As a battalion commander, Zhang Dabiao had a lot of affairs. He only asked a few questions about recruiting soldiers. Just now, instructor Sun just said that he had urgent matters to see him, so he pulled him over.
On the way, I just said that a large number of bullets were at the head of the village.
"Haha, they're all the same." Zhang Dabiao continued to laugh at Wang Shuang, then turned around and wanted to take the cart away.
It seems that Zhang Dabiao has obtained the true biography of Li Yunlong, so he is thick-skinned.
Wang Shuang walked over, "Comrade Battalion Commander, it's different. After joining the Eighth Route Army, my things became public property, but I don't want them. These are all my own."
Wang Shuang pointed to the things on his cart.
Zhang Dabiao's expression suddenly changed.
"Wang Shuang, do you know what you are going to say?"
"I know. Are you saying that you want to take my things by force?"
"Wang Shuang, I now suspect that you have a special purpose in joining our team, so I decided to lock you up and investigate carefully. Someone come."
Zhang Dabiao ordered the guards at the head of the village to stand up.
Wang Shuang took a step back and shouted, "Okay, this is the Eighth Route Army. They promised not to steal a needle or a thread from the people, but they just grabbed it when they saw so many things. It's really good, it's great."
Although the New Regiment is stationed in the village, the villagers still live normally.
Wang Shuang's shouting attracted a lot of people's attention.
Chinese people have had the habit of watching the excitement since ancient times, so the villagers were attracted.
When Wang Shuang saw this, he immediately raised his voice.
"There are so many people, I don't believe you can silence them all. Be careful, everyone. The Eighth Route Army is going to steal the people's things."
After Wang Shuang's words were heard by the villagers, their eyes on Zhang Dabiao and the others suddenly changed, and they suddenly became wary.
The reputation of the Eighth Route Army is very good, but the new regiment has just arrived and does not have much close relationship with the villagers. No one knows whether reputation is true or not, but people are always accustomed to trusting their own eyes.
The villagers began to talk, especially Zhang Dabiao's voice, which was high-pitched, so his words were also heard by two passing villagers.
Looking at this situation, Zhang Dabiao was ready to kill Wang Shuang.
Zhang Dabiao was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do for a while.
Instructor Sun wanted to say something, but Zhang Dabiao was here and as his subordinate, it was difficult for him to do it.
