"I was teaching in class, and she taught after class, which led several guerrilla students very well!" The reconnaissance section chief pointed out the window and said with a smile: "This girl is really amazingly smart."

Commander Zheng and Political Commissar Shen were both sitting in the house. Listening to the report of the reconnaissance section chief, he was very concerned about Chen Chen's situation.

"I was worried that she was not educated enough, but she learned seriously and very quickly." The chief of the reconnaissance section took a piece of paper and said, "Captain, political commissar, look, her handwriting is quite good!"

Commander Zheng took it over and looked at it, handed it to Political Commissar Shen, and said with a smile: "It's only been ten days, and the progress is really great."

The reconnaissance section chief said: "Of course, Damei is a lesbian, and she still has some shortcomings in subjects such as fighting and thorns."

Political Commissar Shen put down the paper and said in a deep thought: "Lisbians are not as good as men in terms of strength, and there is no need to be too strict in certain subjects."

The chief of the reconnaissance section nodded, smiled helplessly, and said, "If she had excellent subjects in every subject, all the faces of those big men would have been wiped out!"

"That's it, it probably makes many people lose their faces!" Captain Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, it's not as good as a girl, and it's also a stimulation. It won't make those guys look like their heads and feel that they're not vague."

Political Commissar Shen nodded with a smile, looked out the window, and said, "Hey, that's Damei, the one riding a horse."

Commander Zheng and the chief of the reconnaissance section both looked at it and saw that it was indeed Chen Chen riding a horse.

"This girl is really strong." The chief of the reconnaissance section exclaimed: "I just learned to ride a horse yesterday, and it didn't hurt if I fell. Today I rode steadily."

Commander Zheng smiled and nodded, watching Chen Chen get on the horse, get off the horse, trot, and train quickly, and couldn't help but say, "Other troops will give the sharpshooter a donkey, but I think it's not impossible to match her with a horse."

Political Commissar Shen knew that Commander Zheng was thinking more and more and more that he wanted to recruit Chen Chen in, so he smiled and said, "We can't afford to pay, but it depends on whether they are willing to do so! In the guerrillas, she was spoiled and spoiled; no matter how she was taken care of, it would be different, right?"

Captain Zheng touched the stubble on his chin and looked at Chen Chen on the playground thoughtfully.

If you want to ride a bicycle, drive a motorcycle, or drive a car, even if Chen Chen goes to fly a plane, he dares to tinker with it. But he has never practiced riding a horse in later generations and has never ridden in Shanghai. This is the first time.

However, relying on the agility and flexibility of the body and the understanding that far exceeds others, Chen Chen only fell once and mastered the key points of riding a horse.

When riding on a horse, you should let your body be soft and move up and down as the horse runs. It is the same as riding a bicycle on a bumpy road. If you sit tightly on your butt, it will not be difficult to master balance.

The reason is clear, the horses used for training are not bad horses, so Chen Chen rode smoother and faster.

It is not that you will not enter the artistic conception in front of the beautiful scenery, and you will feel the joy of being; it is not that you will not see the red sunset, and you will not be broad and feel the vast feelings; it is not that you will not be free and unrestrained, and you will feel the joy of being born from the environment.

Like racing, sitting on the horse's back can make people feel a psychological stimulation. Chen Chen experienced the passion of the wind, the leaping horse, and the vitality of life.

"Oh, roar!" Chen Chen couldn't help but feel excited, and roared twice, but felt his heart relaxed.

"This girl--" Captain Zheng looked at Chen Chen who was galloping on horseback and couldn't help but smile, "I really practiced equestrianism."

Political Commissar Shen also saw it and said with a smile: "When the training is over, if she is willing to join our army, why not give this horse to her?"

The reconnaissance chief nodded with a smile and said, "It's not a loss to replace this girl with a horse. Just talk about her shooting skills. Her hits of five or six hundred meters are very high, and she can match a small mortar."

"Okay, Damei is so awesome!" He Xiaoyan and two lesbians walked past the playground with a large wooden basin, which contained the clothes washed for the soldiers. When they saw Chen Chen galloping on his horse, they couldn't help cheering.

These few days are enough for He Xiaoyan to know a lot about Chen Chen.

She never expected that such a cute handsome girl, not only sang well, but also an old and powerful hero who killed the enemy and a sharpshooter who shot perfectly!

Moreover, in terms of age, he is only seventeen years younger than him!

After being surprised, she admired and liked him even more. He Xiaoyan had been looking for Chen Chen for a while, talking and chatting, and she discovered the greater attraction on Chen Chen.

Chen Chen saw He Xiaoyan, and on a whim, ran over, stopped the horses quickly, reached out and smiled, "Come on, come up and ride for a while, I'll take you with you."

Several women were giggling, but pushed He Xiaoyan in front.

He Xiaoyan hesitated and asked, "The training is not over yet, is this possible?"

"Why can't it?" Chen Chen held He Xiaoyan's hesitant hand and pointed at him, "Release your left foot and step into the kickstick. Yes, that's it. Use your feet to force yourself, your body moves upward, twist..."

Chen Chen said, and tried twice in his hand.

He Xiaoyan then found some tricks, turned over, leaned forward, and sat in front of Chen Chen.

Chen Chen chuckled, grabbed the reins, wrapped He Xiaoyan in his arms, knocked his feet on the horse's belly, shouted, and the horse ran away.

He Xiaoyan was still a little nervous and grabbed Chen Chen's arm with both hands.

Trot, accelerate, run quickly, and the war horses galloped under Shen Chen's control.

Gradually, He Xiaoyan had overcome the fear at the beginning, and felt that the trees and human images miraculously split in front of her eyes, and quickly reunited behind her.

He Xiaoyan also felt the passion, leaping and vitality. Her hands loosened, and her black hair fluttered in the wind, as if it was flying.

The raised hair lifted up Chen Chen's strange emotions. He couldn't help but approach He Xiaoyan, smelled the back of her ears and neck. He pulled the reins loosely in his hand, and hugged He Xiaoyan's waist.

He Xiaoyan didn't feel strange about this. They were all women, and this posture was not too much.

Chen Chen was even more courageous and kissed He Xiaoyan on the face of the earlobe.

He Xiaoyan giggled and said angrily: "Who did you learn from bad girl?"

Chen Chen laughed twice and said to He Xiaoyan's ear: "I like you, do you like me?"

He Xiaoyan smiled happily and said, "I like it! Everyone likes you. She is smart, beautiful, and can kill enemies and fight Japanese devils."

Chen Chen rolled his eyes and knew that this kind of liking was not what he expected. But there was nothing he could do, who made him a girl!

In fact, Chen Chen still received a lot of help from He Xiaoyan during this period. Or in other words, he found a good excuse to hide.

For example, when learning culturally, learning in class is no problem, Chen Chen even took a broken book and often asked He Xiaoyan for advice after class.

He Xiaoyan answered this word enthusiastically and patiently, and admired Chen Chen's intelligence. Because Chen Chen only asked once, he seemed to remember it all.

He Xiaoyan once tried to take the exam for Chen Chen, and the answer was completely correct. Only then did she believe that Chen Chen really learned it.

For the soldiers participating in the training, except for Yang Ye and others, others have a headache about literacy and writing.

These people would rather get sore in other projects than sit there listening to the dry and impatient courses and looking at the curved text.

Chen Chen seems to be serious and focused, but in fact he is also patient. If he can't pass this level, how can he justify himself? Oh, he can read and write, and he hasn't entered the school yet, are you a monster?

Of course, Chen Chen did not study very seriously about elephant capturing, fighting, thorn fighting, dagger and other projects. In his opinion, these tasks were not his turn, nor could he use his strengths.

Accurate sniping at a distance is Chen Chen's signature. Even if he doesn't learn anything else, it will not delay him becoming the focus of the training class.

Therefore, Chen Chen also learned projects that he could not use, but he learned perfunctorily. Anyway, his requirements for him were loose, and the male student was embarrassed to compete with a girl on these melee projects.

But with Chen Chen's skills and physical strength continues to increase, if he really fights, he will not lose to others.

For example, the dagger assassination technique, such as inverted grip, straight grip, stab, chop, wipe, pick, and Chen Chen wants to play, which is better than anyone else, and it is far beyond the scope of the textbooks used in the training class.

Therefore, Chen Chen deliberately hid his shortcomings and did not reveal his true skills.

But the other team members sent by the guerrillas are different. Those who carefully select them are a kind of pressure. If you can't learn well, wouldn't it be a shame for adults?

Therefore, female team members including Yang Ye are very hardworking in their studies and training. They are like hungry and red-eyed people, wanting to learn everything well, and do not retreat without retreating even if they suffer.

Yes, they never thought that there was so much knowledge before. For example, how to catch prisoners, how to get close, how to gag, and how to tie people up, there were many things to say.

What are the methods of tying people with neck strangling? Simple methods of binding; gags are divided into blocking with hand towels and sticks; what are the techniques of whistle-touching: there are methods of breaking the helmet to control the enemy, methods of strangling the enemy, methods of bayonet hilts to control the enemy, methods of stones to control the enemy, methods of butt stock to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of bayonet shavings to control the enemy, methods of etc.

Because they have to learn all new courses for them, they have never experienced it before, and their understanding is naturally not fast.

Therefore, Chen Chen, who is so smart that he can learn, naturally became their second teacher. Whenever they have free time, they ask Chen Chen for advice and figure out what they have not learned or have only a few understandings.

Therefore, Chen Chen was very busy. He had to pretend to learn, and he had to tell others about it.

In the busy life, time flies. Just as the training is over in a few days, the new situation forces Chen Chen to leave early.

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The Japanese artillery tower stood gloomy in the darkness. Although it had not been completed, it was already three stories high. There was no searchlight, but there were bonfires around it, and the blockade ditch was difficult to get close.

Three Eighth Route Army soldiers had secretly lurked to the blockade ditch. When they lowered their heads, there was a deep ravine with a drop of more than one meter high; when they looked up, there was a barbed wire mesh more than one person wide, opposite the deep ravine, which was five or six meters wide.

With such a terrain, even if you pass through the deep ravine, the barbed wire on the opposite side will stop you.

The two soldiers looked at the squad leader with "what to do" eyes, and the squad leader smiled helplessly. The time was too short and the Japanese were too cunning to touch the underworld. When they were all completed, they would be a poisonous fang, which would be even more difficult to remove.

After observing for a while, the squad leader still had no choice but to point to the rear and signal the two to leave immediately. A soldier was a little reluctant. The squad leader had to glar at him fiercely, and the three of them then retreated to the way they came.

Suddenly, a soldier encountered something and made a sound. Then a barking of dogs broke the silence of the night. A beam of light lit up and swept over.

It turned out that the Japanese gun tower did not have a searchlight, but was not turned on insidiously.

The bullets flew over and flew past the heads of the three Eighth Route Army. The figures of the Japanese patrol swayed faintly, screaming and surrounding the attack.

The three of them ran quickly, and the damn bonfire and searchlight light pulled their figures long. But they were approaching a hidden place of mixed grass and trees, and it was safe to run in.

"Bang!" Amid the sound of many gunfires, an Eighth Route Army soldier staggered and fell to the ground.

"Xiao Zhang--" The squad leader suddenly stopped and pulled down his comrades who had fallen to the ground.

"Squad Leader, I can't do it anymore-" The fallen warrior was distorted in pain, and his breath said weakly: "Run, run!"

"What are you talking about?" The squad leader said without saying a word, and had already put his comrades' arm on his shoulder, raised him and ran forward.

"Bang!" Another accurate shot shot from the dark. The squad leader snorted, rushed forward with his comrades, rolled into the grass with his comrades.

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There are no clouds in the sky, and the sun is a little hot at noon, which makes people particularly prone to fatigue and drowsiness and not wanting to move.

This is the junction of the enemy and us. It seems calm, but there are many hidden people. They are observing their opponents and providing necessary warnings.

Yamura and Miyamoto sneaked in at 1 a.m., chose a sniper position and made arrangements.

At this time, more than ten hours had passed, and Miyamoto's patience was almost exhausted. He didn't understand what Yamura was thinking. He clearly saw the enemy dressed in casual clothes, so why didn't he shoot and kill him?

At this time, sweat continued to emerge from his body, like many thick earthworms, flowing down his forehead, cheeks, and neck.

He looked at Yamura again inquiring and found Yamura lying in the grass, holding a telescope and observing, not knowing what target he was looking for.

Found it, found it. Yamura gently pursed the corner of his lips, lowered his head very slowly, moved his body very slowly, retreated into the pit, and made gestures to Miyamoto.

Miyamoto also approached with extremely slow movements, listening to Yamura's low order, "Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, in the grass more than 300 meters, two enemies in military uniforms are our target. I will hit the left one, you hit the right one, understand?"

Miyamoto was excited, nodded, took the telescope from Yamura's hand, and slowly crawled back to his original position.

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