After the Eighth Route Army Art Troupe, Wu Ming wrote down the lyrics and sang them twice. He drank the tea he brought, and listened to a group of girls chattering.

Optimistic and positive, although the conditions are difficult, they can still maintain this style. GCD is indeed very powerful. Wu Ming thought to himself: It’s a pity that he has walked too few places and has no nationality. Let’s take a look at the comparison materials of the Communist Party when he finally returns to the Kuomintang-controlled area! He has already had a rough idea of ​​his future actions and his mood has been much relaxed. Even if he cannot change history, try to make himself and his relatives and friends live better, which should be possible.

"Mr. Liu." He, the head of the art troupe, came over, "This song is good, but the girl sang a little inconspicuously. I wonder if you have any other songs?"

"Haha, I can't really compose music and lyrics. I heard these songs." Wu Ming said with a smile: "Besides, I am a big man, and I sing songs that girls can sing. Don't you think it's a bit funny?"

"Sorry, this request is a bit too much." He Wen smiled apologetically and sat next to her. "I don't know where Mr. Liu heard the song? I really want to meet this songwriter, and I hope he can write more inspiring songs."

"This, hehe." Wu Ming laughed dryly, "He doesn't like being disturbed, he has a very weird temper."

"So that's how it is." He stared at Wu Ming, as if he wanted to tell whether what he was saying was true or false.

Wu Ming was very calm. He smiled and looked at her, showing that he was telling the truth without being guilty. Don’t say that He Wen is quite beautiful, but she has a few small freckles on her face that are not easy to detect, but it does not affect the overall beauty. Well, there is something wrong with the eyes, and she is a fierce and powerful guy.

"You blinked." He suddenly smiled.

"What can that mean?" Wu Ming said disapprovingly: "Everyone needs to blink."

"It means you didn't tell the truth." He said slyly: "Even if you are loyal to the country, you are not writing lyrics and compiling music, you must have other songs suitable for us to sing, right?"

"No, no." Wu Ming's head was shaking like a drum.

"Comrades." He suddenly shouted at the other members of the league: "Everyone comes here, Mr. Liu wants to teach us to sing a new song."

"Hey!" Wu Ming hurriedly reached out to stop him, "Don't talk nonsense. I really can't do it anymore."

A group of girls surrounded him, and He Wen continued, "Mr. Liu said that this song is difficult, I'm afraid everyone won't learn it!"

"Oh!" Wu Ming's ears seemed to be stuffed into his ears, which made him sigh helplessly.

"Let me think about it, let me think about it carefully." Wu Ming moaned in pain while rubbing his temples.

After a while, He Wen stood in the venue and sang softly, "Our Great China! What a big home, after so much wind and rain. Our Great China..."

"My father has decided to work for the Eighth Route Army in Yan'an." Dorothy walked over and said softly.

Seeing that Wu Ming just nodded and did not express his opinion, Dorothy continued, "Do you want to accompany me to Yan'an? Isn't there a saying in China: It's better to travel a thousand miles than to break ten thousand books?"

Wu Ming smiled faintly, "If you don't hate me, if GCD allows it, I don't mind accompanying you as a beauty to travel around. However, it cannot be more than three months. After all, you have some references from your predecessors, and some places, and some people you don't need to interview again. Moreover, I want to return to the Kuomintang-controlled area as soon as possible. Whether it is to help Mr. Stuart Reden rebuild Yanda or pick up a gun and kill a few Japanese devils, you must do something within your ability!"

"Really?" Dorothy was overjoyed and grabbed Wu Ming's arm, "Three months is three months, as long as you are willing to help, tell me quickly. How did you figure it out?"

"What do you think?" Wu Ming said with a smile: "I decided to protect you because I was afraid that you would be chased by the common people as a ghost."

"There are lies." Duoloxi said angrily: "But I am really happy with your decision. Help me write an immortal classic, let the flames that drive away the darkness burn continuously, and illuminate the true path of democracy, freedom and justice for the great Chinese people..."

Wu Ming looked at Dorothy's somewhat fanatical and persistent eyes and was moved. He gently patted the back of her hand, "I will help you, but I can't say how much it can do to you."

"I feel relieved to be with you." Dorothy said softly: "I remember you once said casually: Don't ask for the longevity of the sky."

But I'd like to have it once."

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"That's nonsense, an excuse to deceive the little girl, and it's all the time to abandon it." Wu Ming quickly changed the subject and gently shook Dorothy's hand away, "Let's go, call Xu Zhenzhen. It's getting late, it's time to go back."

"...The best hospitality for them! The government, go down to the masses; allow them to visit all the governance plans of the border governments on industrial and peasants' production, market prices and trade, unit administration, school education, health care, etc.; allow them to visit Japanese workers and peasants' schools, and have face-to-face conversations with Japanese prisoners; allow them to visit people's representative agencies and let them communicate with non-partisans. But we must send people to accompany them all..." Deng Hua picked up the telegram and said, "This is the central government's reply."

"We need to decide the value!" Xiao Ke said with a smile: "Although Stuart's attitude is still unclear, there are some Chinese and foreign scholars who promised to go to Yan'an, so we can make a fortune."

"Zhang Baojuan and Meng Qingshi will accompany Stu Leiden and others to the Kuomintang-controlled area. It is initially decided that He Wen and Gu Baolong will accompany the others to Yan'an." Deng Hua said: "Commander, do you think this is OK?"

"Just do what you said!" Xiao Ke stood up, "I heard that they were going to watch the garrison training today. Do you have any other ideas?"

"It's not the trouble caused by the monks." Deng Hua frowned and smiled bitterly: "The ones who laughed at the anti-group at the outside world were a group of young men. Now, they were so excited."

"Haha." Xiao Ke laughed, "It's all young people, and I can still count on them to be idle."

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Bang, a brick was shattered on the monk's head, and he shook his head vigorously, shook the slag on his head. The Eighth Route Army nicknamed Monk looked at the Anti-Gang not far away with a provocative gaze.

"The head is so hard!" Wu Ming nodded and said in admiration: "It seems that he has really worked hard."

"Go up and teach him a lesson. This is all a fancy way, it's nothing special." Han Han sucked from the side.

"Why don't you go?" Wu Ming glared at him, "Try to push him a fight. If you don't have any blood, I will lose something to you."

"What should I do?" Li Zhenying said dissatisfiedly: "Looking at him showing his power there, let's be a turtle."

"I have told you so many times that my kung fu is for murder, not for performing juggling." Wu Ming frowned and taught a lesson: "It's not suitable for any competition at all."

"Isn't it over to say you're afraid?" Han Han said contemptly: "I didn't see the foreign girl and that beauty beside you, so I'll stand here if I'm not afraid of being embarrassed."

"I'm not that bored, you should show off!" Wu Ming said without looking back.

"Hehe, how could it be my turn?" Han Han suddenly smiled wickedly: "Did you see, challenge you, everyone, please dodge you, quickly give up Hero Liu, don't block his brilliant light!"

"Hello, Mr. Liu, is that?" The monk stretched out his hand, "I have long admired Daming! I will show off?"

"How can my third-hand cat's kung fu be compared with those of Shaolin Temple?" Wu Ming smiled faintly, "I am only good at killing the Japanese, and nothing else can do."

"But there are no Japanese to kill now?" The monk scratched the short hair on his head, "How can I compare this?"

"Do you use guns or fists or feet to kill the Japanese?" Wu Ming asked: "Didn't you have many subjects when you were training? Just compare these!"

After Wu Ming finished speaking, he said to Meng Qing, who was silent beside him, "It's better than shooting. You Eighth Route Army lacks bullets, so I think the marksmanship should be good!"

"Okay!" Meng Qingshi nodded and said with a smile: "Pistol and rifle are just better than these two items, how about?"

Wu Ming took out a piece of ocean from his pocket and threw it in his hand. "If you want to compare, you can compare it with something new. Put this ocean on the gun. Even if it falls on the ground and loses when shooting, if it doesn't fall on the ground, what about counting the rings?"

Meng Qingshi blinked, and with this strange comparison, he was a little confused. He smiled and stretched out his hand, "Then please come first."

Wu Ming nodded, walked to the training ground, put out the shell gun, put Dayang on the gun, aimed and steadily pulled the plate machine.
Chapter completed!