Maybe it's because Yang Xingguo just killed two of the best traitors in the counterfeit village, or maybe it's because Yang Xingguo showed everyone the strength has played a role.

After the reorganization plan was announced by Zhou Zhongju, no one, including Wang Hu, opposed it.

In the next half hour, in just one hour, Yangjiazhai, which had more than 80 people, was completely reorganized.

Looking at all the 39 subordinates equipped with Murata rifles, Yang Xingguo knew that these people were the most primitive capital for him to gain a foothold in Liaodong and save his life in the future... And he also solved the biggest crisis since his rebirth and traveled through time in a thrilling day and night, mastered the counterfeit village, and became the master of the counterfeit village...

And at this moment, a figure with an anxious look on his face suddenly appeared at the gate of the village.

Although at this moment, Yang Xingguo could not call out the names of all the brothers in the village.

However, after a few days of living together, Yang Xingguo was sure that this person was definitely not a copycat.

Wang Hu, who stood beside Yang Xingguo, after this blow, may have lost his idea of ​​wanting to be the throne of the counterfeit master. Perhaps it was because of the series of methods that Yang Xingguo showed that made him feel scared and scared.

Seeing Yang Xingguo suddenly frowning beside him, he had to explain very much.

"The boss, this person is a detailed work of our Yangjiazhai in the town. He sent back a lot of news from outside the mountain... Seeing that he was so anxious, something must have happened..."

"Is Wang Hu's ambition hungry wolf, which has been suppressed by himself, intending to surrender to himself and work hard..." This was the first thought in Yang Xingguo's mind after hearing Wang Hu's explanation.

However, Yang Xingguo did not hesitate about this issue. He only looked at Wang Hu meaningfully and focused his attention on Xiao Zuo who was getting closer and closer to him.

Because Wang Hu's words "There must be something big at the foot of the mountain..." directly gave Yang Xingguo, who had a keen sense of smell, a very bad premonition.

And this kind of premonition has always happened when facing life and death...

Just as Yang Xingguo frowned and thought about something, Sezuo had already rushed in front of him and had a anxious look on his face...

"The boss... something happened... something big happened..."

"The last time the battle to ambush the old Maozi's baggage team, a brother who was seriously injured and had no time to retreat was actually captured by the old Maozi and was rescued... Now, the old Maozi has learned from this prisoner that our Yangjiazhai ambushed them many times..."

"When I left the town, the Russians had already gathered a company of troops to come to Songshuling to encircle our Yangjiazhai. Please prepare early... According to the Russians' speed, you can reach the foot of Songshuling in up to three hours..."

In the entire village, except for Yang Xingguo and Zhou Zhongju, it is already a great thing for others to write their names.

However, lack of culture does not mean that they do not understand the establishment of the Russians. After all, they have fought with the Russians for two years and have had several close combat with the Russians.

Therefore, the Russians have more than one hundred elites in a company, and it is well known for everyone to thank the bandits in front of them.

As for me, there are only a few dozen people who can actually participate in the battle, and even half of the Russians' troops can not fight.

What's more important is that the counterfeit brothers, whether in terms of combat effectiveness or ammunition reserve, are not as good as the Russians...

Under such circumstances, more than a hundred Russians come to encircle and suppress everyone, wouldn’t that force everyone to death?

So, as soon as I finished speaking, the dozens of bandits in the battle platoon became panicked.

As for Yang Xingguo, his already frowning brows were frowning even deeper at this moment...

In Yang Xingguo's opinion, the combat effectiveness of the Russian company is not very strong.

If the dozens of bandits in front of me were allowed to train for half a year, no, it would take only three months. Even if they could not eliminate the Russians in the mountains of Songshuling, they could easily defeat them and prevent them from getting close to the clerk...

Now, if you are not familiar with the specific combat power of dozens of subordinates under your command, you are just rushing to fight twice as many Russians. Even if Yang Xingguo's soul comes from later generations, Yang Xingguo has no confidence.

Since he did not have the confidence to repel the attack of the Russians, the idea of ​​retreating immediately came to Yang Xingguo's mind.

However, before Yang Xingguo had time to consider retreating in detail, dozens of subordinates and dozens of eyes looked like they had been discussed, and at the same time focused his attention on himself.

More importantly, I see a lot of hope and expectation from these eyes.

Faced with this situation, Yang Xingguo decisively gave up the idea of ​​retreating.

Because, once you retreat, the hopes and expectations in these eyes will turn into disappointment. In that way, the prestige you have built up in the copycat will also turn into ashes.

If I lead them to successfully repel the attack of the Russians, then my prestige in the copycat will definitely reach a point where no one can match it. At that time, I will get the heartfelt intentions of all the brothers in the copycat.

Thinking of this, Yang Xingguo decided decisively: "When fighting, only by repelling the old Russians and attacking our parish can we have a foothold... Otherwise, what awaits us will be the destruction of the entire army..."

After saying that, without waiting for everyone to react, he turned his attention to a bandit who was born in a hunter and ordered loudly: "Zhang Shanlin, you are looking for two smart brothers in a squad. Let's go now, find the Russians, and monitor him. Every quarter of an hour, let someone come back to report the Russians' situation..."

Speaking of this, a trace of unprecedented serious expression appeared directly on Yang Xingguo's face. He looked at Zhang Shanlin and continued to explain: "You must remember that during the investigation and surveillance process, you must not act rashly and let the Russians discover it..."

Looking at Zhang Shanlin who was leaving in front of him, Yang Xingguo immediately turned his gaze to his third uncle Zhou Zhongju, and asked with a serious look on his face: "Uncle San, how many bullets do we have? Take out all of them and send them to the brothers..."

What disappointed Yang Xingguo was that even if Zhou Zhongju took out all the bullets, including himself, each of them was only given thirty-three rounds.

Under such circumstances, Yang Xingguo had to concentrate most of the bullets in the hands of the sharpshooters, so that their bullets reached 80. As for the remaining ones, each person would use twenty to emergency response on the battlefield.

As for myself, I undoubtedly equipped a revolver, a Murata rifle, and eighty bullets...

Looking at his subordinates who did not become confident because of the bullet in his hand, he was still frightened.
Chapter completed!