The figure running in a panic in front was wearing the military uniform of the National Army. The clothes were dirty and sloppy, but they were undoubtedly his own. At this time, he seemed to have reached the limit of his strength and could no longer run away. Two Japanese cavalrymen came chasing with a smile. One of them had already pulled out his sabre and was about to ride a horse to chase him.

Zheng Yingqi aimed at the target unmovedly, waiting for Zhao Gang's order.

Seeing that the other party was about to catch up with the fleeing figure, Zhao Gang couldn't guarantee whether Zheng Yingqi could hit the target, so he ordered in advance: "Fire a shot!"

In this way, even if Zheng Yingqi fails to hit the target, he still has enough time to re-shoot the gun.

Bang bang

Two gunshots rang almost at the same time, and the two Japanese cavalrymen galloping in the distance suddenly fell off the horse's back the next second after the gunshot!

The guard looked at the two men in shock - the cavalry who were moving at high speed for more than 200 meters. Can they hit?

What concept?

According to the speed of the 38th cover bullets and the speed of the cavalry, if you want to hit the target, you have to make an advance measurement, but this advance measurement is not easy to predict. The guards absolutely have no confidence in doing this, but the two people in front of him did it all!

This is not a target that is still alive from 300 meters away - with the range of the 38th cover, the entire brigade can hit targets from 300 meters away. There are, and there are many, and can hit cavalrymen who can run at high speed at 300 meters?

If you don’t think about luck, absolutely nothing!

Just as the guard was stunned, Zheng Yingqi spoke: "First, you can cover me! I'll go up and take a look!"

Zhao Gang glanced at Zheng Yingqi and thought to himself: I am worthy of being trained in the United States, and this combat awareness is extraordinary.

If most of the soldiers saw the target falling to the ground, they would definitely be so happy that they came forward and saw the seizure. Seeing this kid, they were actually worried that there would be Japanese behind them!

He is a talent!

Zheng Yingqi didn't know what Zhao Gang was thinking. He ran forward with a rifle in his arms, and tried to dodge as much as possible. The 38th Galls in his hand were much longer than the 56th and 85th Snipers. Want to shoot while walking? Haha, it's really true to dodge!

After he touched the position where the Japanese fell, he carefully checked the Japanese's status. After confirming his death, he slowly walked back and hid behind a raised mountain before calling the Kuomintang army gasping on the ground: "Brother, which unit belongs to? What's going on?"

"Are you a Tu Eighth Route Army?" The other party looked at Zheng Yingqi with a look of surprise.

Zheng Yingqi flashed from where he saw it clearly. After comparing it in his heart, he knew that this man was very good at shooting skills. Looking at the other party's careful and professional appearance, he didn't believe that this would be the legendary 8th Route Army!

If it were someone else, they might be embarrassed and had the urge to be looked down upon, but Zheng Yingqi did not - What happened to the Eighth Route Army? The Eighth Route Army of Tutu gave birth to the People's Liberation Army that swept across the national army! It gave birth to the volunteer army that failed the US imperialists in North Korea, and also built a picturesque country for the New China. It was the founder of the army that was able to win battles in later generations!

Shame and annoyance?

No!

pride!

"Yes, I'm the Eighth Route Army of Tujia, and I've saved you, the real national army!" Zheng Yingqi chuckled and asked, "How many Japanese are chasing you?"

"Just two," said Guojun: "Brother, don't get me wrong. I either look down on you or I can't believe it."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, go and clean up the battlefield, drag the body aside and bury it, and bring the horse back!" Zheng Yingqi sent the national army without hesitation - he still dared not relax his vigilance.

Zhao Gang and the guards behind came up soon. Seeing that the Kuomintang army was being sent by Zheng Yingqi to clean the battlefield, he glanced at Zheng Yingqi and said to the guards: "Go and help him."

The guards went over with aggrievedly and felt depressed. He didn't get the killing of the Japanese, but he got the cleanup of the battlefield. It was a real loss. Fortunately, he saw the capture, and his unjust thoughts soon disappeared.

Two rifles and a bunch of bullets are enough to be fat, and two sabers and two horses are a big harvest!

"Xiao Zheng, your marksmanship is good," Zhao Gang said alertly: "You have the talent of a sniper - do you know sniper?"

"I know, I'm half a sniper, not very good at it." Zheng Yingqi said modestly - in fact, it's true. Compared with top snipers, he can only hit a target of moving thousands of meters, not very good at it.

"Okay, it's much better than most warriors." Zhao Gang said sincerely.

Zheng Ying was sad when he heard this. The Eighth Route Army has always been in short supply and bullets are extremely precious. It is not because of the poor shooting skills of the predecessors, but because of limited live ammunition training, which is not enough to allow them to grow!

And the gunman was exactly what the bullets were fed!

The Guojun and the guards had buried the body at this time. Zhao Gang did not dare to delay and asked the Guojun, "Can you ride a horse?"

"meeting!"

"Let's leave this first."

Four and five horses left the place quickly. After walking for more than ten miles, Zhao Gang signaled to stop and took out the dry food he carried and handed it to the Kuomintang army who looked hungry. The other party was not pretentious, but he ate the dry food, which was obviously hungry.

When he finished eating, Zhao Gang found out about the situation.

It turned out that the other party was injured and captured during the Battle of Xinkou. He had just escaped from the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp. When Zhao Gang heard this, he asked about the situation of the prisoner-of-war camp. The Kuomintang said:

"We were originally sent to work by the Japanese to repair fortifications and artillery towers, but today a group of strange Japanese came and actually fought with us. Those Japanese were really strong. Three brothers who had practiced martial arts were beaten to death by one person. It took less than a minute. They started to go straight to the vitals, which was very vicious.

By the way, their military uniforms are different from other Japanese. The weapons they hold are quite strange, they are submachine guns, but I have never seen them. Their helmets are not reflective. I knocked down one at that time, and then killed a puppet army leader and snatched a horse before they ran away!”

"It's a pity that the Japanese hit the horse just now."

Finally, the national army said with deep regret that the war horses are precious these days!

When Zhao Gang heard this, he became interested and asked the Kuomintang army if he could draw the Japanese weapons. The Kuomintang army casually drew it on the ground.

"What weapon?" Zhao Gang was stunned when he looked at the weapons drawn by the Kuomintang army, while Zheng Yingqi suspected: "It looks a bit like the American-made m3 submachine gun."

Zhao Gang couldn't help but think of the frustrated battle before the Independent Regiment, thinking that this is quite suitable for the small army that sneaked into the Independent Regiment!

Zheng Yingqi was sure that this should be Yamamoto's agent team. Thinking of this, he looked at the national army in front of him with a strange look and killed a member of the agent team with bare hands. He was very capable.

He asked curiously: "Brother, what's the name?"

"Wei Dayong, I have been a monk for ten years, so everyone calls me Monk Wei."

Fuck! It’s a monk!

Zheng Yingqi was surprised. He didn't expect to meet our Lao Li's guard here!

"Brother, you are so good at it. Are you interested in coming to our army? Let me tell you, your national army..." Zheng Yingqi started to talk nonsense about the national army. Anyway, he tried his best to hook up with the monk Wei to the dark and turn to the light. Zhao Gang, who was beside him, thought to himself:

This kid is even more anxious than me, but it is also a good thing that Wei Dayong can fight so well and can join the people's ranks.

But Wei Dayong was still a little hesitant. Because of the propaganda of the National Army, he always felt that the Eighth Route Army would not fight the Japanese. Zheng Yingqi saw the other party's hesitation and said:

"Everyone says that hearing is false and seeing is true. Brother, please follow us to the Independent Regiment first. Our Eighth Route Army will not fight the Japanese. You will know after you go and watch it for a few more days - look at me, come from the United States, and when you see the style of the national army, you will leave disappointed. Let me tell you that you will definitely not be wrong in joining our Eighth Route Army..."

Along the way, Zheng Yingqi introduced all the things about the Eighth Route Army, which made Zhao Gang feel satisfied with Zheng Yingqi's political awareness.

Without saying a word, four and five horses successfully arrived at the base of the Independent Regiment - Yangcun.

The first thing he did when he came in was Zhao Gang talking about the location of the previous encounter, and asked the soldiers to find a way to bring the dead horse back to improve the food!

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Chapter completed!