In the battle of Yangcun, the independent regiment suffered extremely heavy losses, and it has not recovered even now.

There are now less than a thousand members in the group, and on average, each person only has about five rounds of ammunition.

Therefore, the headquarters transferred Li Yunlong from the quilt factory to the independent group to take charge of the overall situation.

Li Yunlong is indeed a good man in leading the troops.

In a short period of time, the morale of the independent regiment was boosted.

A dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit, a wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat!

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

He forcibly turned the demoralized soldiers of the Independent Regiment into howling wild wolves.

The independent regiment is in the hands of Li Yunlong, and its combat effectiveness is getting stronger and stronger.

This proves that his Kong Jie ability is getting better and better.

And he hated this group of devils with deep hatred.

Now everyone in the independent group is holding their breath.

I wish I could find this group of devils and kill them, so as to avenge my previous shame!

However, the Eighth Route Intelligence Network is airtight, but judging from the news coming from everywhere.

This group of devils is very evil and they come and go without a trace.

It's as if it doesn't exist in the second theater at all.

Wei Dayong killed ten of these Japs with his bare hands in the prisoner of war camp.

This made Kong Jie feel a little relieved, but at the same time he was very shocked by Wei Dayong's fighting prowess.

Li Yunlong, however, was full of disbelief: "If you ask me, you Central Army just like to brag about killing ten elite Japs with your bare hands? If you are so damn powerful, how could you be captured by the Japs again? Where can you go?

Where are you, I, Li Yunlong, will not accept soldiers who can only brag!"

Li Yunlong was also a martial artist, and he was very good at iron-tou skills. Naturally, he also knew how powerful the Japanese elite soldiers were in unarmed combat.

It is difficult for ordinary Chinese soldiers to gain the upper hand in one-on-one situations.

After hearing what Li Yunlong said, the faces of the other battalion commanders suddenly showed suspicious looks.

Zhang Dabiao tilted his military cap to one side and said:

"The fighting power of the Japs is obvious to all. Even if you are from the Shaolin Temple, if you say you killed ten elite Japs with your bare hands, I, Zhang Dabiao, won't believe it."

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wei Dayong's expression did not change.

In the original work, Li Yunlong also looked down upon Monk Wei at the beginning.

However, when Monk Wei showed his hand, Li Yunlong knocked him to the ground with a palm.

Instead, Li Yunlong treated Monk Wei as a treasure.

If you want to be reused in an independent group, you have to show your true abilities.

Wei Dayong said: "I did kill ten Japanese with my bare hands. My brothers in the prisoner of war camp have testified. If you officers still think that I am bragging, it doesn't matter if I don't wait for you. If you don't stay here, you will have a place to stay!"

Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan suddenly said angrily: "You are quite crazy!"

Li Yunlong's eyes flashed, and he stood up immediately: "Do you dare to fight with me, Li Yunlong?!"

Li Yunlong has practiced martial arts since he was a child and is very brave and fierce.

Every time he goes to the battlefield, he rushes to the front of the team with the ghost head sword in hand.

Therefore, the soldiers he brought out were all howling wild wolves.

It's just that he was a little drunk at the moment, and he almost lost his balance when he stood up suddenly.

Several battalion commanders had quick eyesight and quick hands, and hurriedly supported Li Yunlong.

"Captain, let me do it!"

"Let me do it!"

Shen Quan and Wang Huaibao said while supporting Li Yunlong.

"Don't grab it from me, leave this kid to me!" Zhang Dabiao threw his hat on the ground and looked at Monk Wei, "You said you killed ten elite Japanese soldiers with your bare hands, do you dare to compete with me?"

Zhang Dabiao was a good fighter, but he was a bit wasted on hats. Every time he charged in a battle, he would throw a hat to boost morale.

Monk Wei said: "Let's compete, are you afraid that you won't succeed?"

Li Yunlong said: "Okay, Zhang Dabiao, come on, don't let others underestimate our independent group!"

Kong Jie stood aside and said nothing, looking like he was watching a good show.

Zhao Gang was a little anxious: "What are you doing? Wei Dayong is the soldier I recruited..."

Li Yunlong said: "It's a mule or a horse that's out for a walk. I don't want soldiers who can only brag. If you compare, just compete. If you don't compete, get out of here!"

Wei Dayong said to Zhao Gang: "Don't worry, go find the chief, nothing will happen."

After hearing Wei Dayong's words, Zhao Gang looked at deputy commander Kong Jie.

Kong Jie said nothing and looked acquiescing.

Zhao Gang had no choice but to nod his head and say: "Okay, pay attention to the point and stop it!"

After getting political commissar Zhao's nod, everyone came to the yard.

At this time, there was still light snow falling in the sky, and a layer of white snow several centimeters thick had already covered the yard.

Wei Dayong and Zhang Dabiao walked to the middle of the yard and confronted each other.

Although Zhang Dabiao drank a little wine, his cheeks were slightly red.

But at this moment, his whole body exuded a strong fighting spirit.

His eyes were fixed on Wei Dayong, his body leaned forward slightly, and he kept wandering around.

Like a sensitive cobra, teasing its prey.

Wei Dayong stood upright with a relaxed expression.

His hands were placed casually in front of his chest, as if he didn't care about Zhang Dabiao's upcoming attack.

The busy Eighth Route Army soldiers, seeing that there was a lot of fun to watch, also gathered around.

They are all guards and civilian personnel of the independent regiment.

Some were leaning against the wall, and some were lying on the wall of the courtyard, watching with interest Wei Dayong and Zhang Dabiao confronting each other in the courtyard.

In normal times, such scenes are rare.

and.

From the look of the two of them, it was obvious that they were masters competing against each other.

A soldier who looked like a clerk asked in a low voice: "Who are these two people?"

Another guard carrying a twenty-gun box gun answered: "Are you a new kid? You don't even recognize Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion? But I don't recognize this one in the national army uniform. It seems that he was just brought in by the new political commissar today. Come."

The guard looked at Wei Dayong with a trace of disdain on his face: "This national army is going to be in trouble."

"Is Battalion Commander Zhang very powerful?"

The guard whispered:

"I also heard from a fellow member of the New Regiment that Battalion Commander Zhang is a ruthless man!"

"Battle Commander Zhang was originally from the 29th Army and a platoon leader of the Broadsword Team under Song Zheyuan."

"Battle of Xifengkou, hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese, Battalion Commander Zhang hacked to death more than a dozen Japanese!"

"After joining the Eighth Route Army, the new regiment broke out at Cangyunling. Battalion Commander Zhang rushed to the front with a ghost-headed sword and tore a hole in the front of the Bantian Regiment."

"Do you think it's fierce or not?"

Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao had just joined the new regiment, and some soldiers didn't know them well yet.

After listening to the guard's words, the clerk couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

In the army, everyone worships the strong.

As for Zhang Dabiao's deeds, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a fighting hero.

The way he looked at Zhang Dabiao changed.

In his eyes, Zhang Dabiao's whole body was covered with an extremely mysterious color.

"Is this the world of the strong?"

At this time, Li Yunlong's slightly drunk face was extremely confident: "Zhang Dabiao, beat this kid hard, don't let anyone come to the independent group to brag!"

Kong Jie stood next to Li Yunlong, smoking a dry cigarette with an interested look in his eyes.

He really wanted to see the elite skills of killing ten Japs with his bare hands.

How awesome is it?
To be continued...