A few days later.
Wan Clan Ridge.
"Young man, so you escaped from the Japanese prisoner of war camp?”
"He even killed four Japanese with his bare hands?"
"Not bad. Have you practiced it before?"
Zhao Gang, who was riding on his horse and preparing to report to the Independent Regiment, asked with a smile when he saw Wei Da Yong, whom he had saved halfway.
"Sir, you can call me Wei Da Yong, but they all call me Monk Wei.”
"Sir, I have indeed practiced. I was a monk in Shaolin Temple for ten years.”
"Later, I joined the 72nd Division of the Central Army. During the Battle of Xinkou, the 72nd Division was defeated by the Sakata United Army.”
An Dayong puffed out his chest and replied.
"Okay, okay. Da Yong, I don't think you have anywhere to go now. Why don't you come with me to the independent regiment?”
"I see that you have good martial arts. It's a pity that you don't kill the Japanese. If you can't, join the Independent Regiment with me and continue to kill the Japanese.”
Zhao Gang urged.
They were very concerned about this soldier who could kill four Japanese with his bare hands and had information about the Japanese training camp.
"The 8th route is too old-fashioned and the equipment is too poor. The Central Army is the real army, but you saved me. I will go with you to the independent regiment to take a look. If you can make me convinced, then I will stay there and fight the devils with you.”
Monk Wei said arrogantly.
"Good, good. I believe you won't be disappointed.”
Zhao Gang's temper was good to begin with, so he didn't get angry.
On the contrary, she was delighted by Wei Da Yong's agreement.
He hadn't even officially taken up his post in the Independent Regiment, yet he had already pulled in a powerful general for the Independent Regiment.
I didn't come empty-handed, right?
Just as he was thinking about this.
They had just left the boundary of the Ten Thousand Clan Ridge.
A series of intense gunshots suddenly rang out in the distance.
Da da.
Just hearing this dense sound made Zhao Gang and the others 'expressions change drastically.
"Where do you shoot? Where is this place?"
Zhao Gang jumped off his horse.
He quickly bent down and approached the nearby bunker. As he looked in the direction of the gunshot, he turned around and asked the two soldiers beside him and Monk Wei.
The two soldiers looked at each other, obviously not understanding the situation.
It was Monk Wei who took a few glances." I heard from the fat translator in the prisoner of war camp that there's a Wanjia Town near Wanjia Ridge. There's a puppet army stationed there. It seems to be the Eighth Mixed Brigade of the Imperial Association. It turns out to be the National Security Corps. Their combat strength isn't that great, but their equipment is good. There's also a cavalry battalion.”
Hearing this.
Zhao Gang's expression changed again.
"If that's the case, then it's either our people fighting the Imperial Association's 8th Mixed Brigade or the national army's troops?”
"No, we have to go and see the situation!”
Zhao Gang's expression was serious.
It might involve their own troops or the allies of the national army.
With his personality, he couldn't just sit back and watch.
Monk Wei nodded without hesitation.
Immediately.
The group mounted their warhorses again and quickly approached the battlefield.
Very quickly.
The group of people arrived at the edge of the battlefield.
When he saw the military uniform of the attacker.
Zhao Gang's expression became even more serious.
"They are our people!"
As he said that, he dismounted his horse and ran towards the troops in front.
Two orderly soldiers.
Monk Wei.
He also followed closely behind.
However, as they ran…
Zhao Gang couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
His eyes were wide open as he looked at the battlefield in front of him. His mouth was wide open, and he could not speak.
Behind him.
Monk Wei and the two soldiers were also stunned.
The three of them stared at the battlefield with their eyes wide open.
It was as if he had seen a ghost.
Gulp.
Monk Wei couldn't help but gulp.
"Officer Zhao, am I seeing things?" Is this really your Eighth Route Army?"
"If I'm not mistaken, these soldiers are all armed with automatic rifles.”
"I've seen this thing in the Central Division, but even in the Central Division, there aren't many of them. They're all treasures of the main forces.”
"I heard from our commander that in the entire world, only a portion of the American troops are equipped with this most advanced weapon.”
"Does the Eighth Route Army already have one of these?？？”
As Monk Wei spoke, his face was already filled with doubt.
He wondered if he had some misunderstanding about the 8th Route Army.
Wasn't the Eighth Route Army synonymous with being rustic, poor, and poorly equipped?
It was said that many of the Eighth Route Army's main forces were still using old guns that had worn out the rifling. Even these old guns could not be used by each person. They often needed two or three people to carry one.
But what did he see now?
An 8th Route Army unit actually had an automatic rifle that was only partially equipped by the Americans.
Moreover, these automatic rifles were more powerful and accurate than the American automatic rifles he had seen in the Central Division.
Was he dreaming?
Monk Wei was dumbfounded.
Zhao Gang was even more confused than him.
He didn't even know that it was an automatic rifle.
He only found out after Monk Wei told him.
However, just looking at the firepower of this automatic rifle was enough to make Zhao Gang doubt his life.
Since when did the Eighth Route Army have such advanced equipment?
This!
Which troop was it?
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