Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 300 Sharpshooter

In the Second War Zone Hospital of the Central Army in Northwest Shanxi, in the exclusive ward for generals, Hao Junjie, awarded the rank of lieutenant general by the Kuomintang, is sitting in a wheelchair, bowed and clasped his hands together. The person sitting on the sofa on his right is Northwest Shanxi Commander Liu Xunde, the supreme commander of the Second War Zone, was awarded the rank of lieutenant general, and he was also Hao Junjie's favorite student during the martial arts lectures.

"Commander, the Eighth Route Army has sent people to the 31st Regiment."

"Teacher, yes."

"Go tonight?"

"Exactly, Chenlu just sent a telegram, and the Eighth Route Army sent 45 people."

"Only 45 people are going, so I think highly of Fang Ming's political commissar. The 31st Regiment is well equipped and has enough ammunition! If you send a regiment, the strength will make a big difference. Then you can attack any defense line of the enemy."

"The officers above the battalion level of the 31st Regiment were all arrested by the Eighth Route Army. Now that the situation within the 31st Regiment is chaotic, Chen Lu asked for instructions on what to do, whether or not to help the Eighth Route Army."

"Let Chen Lu secretly observe the situation first, it's not time to reveal her identity. This commander of the Eighth Route Army, this, this stupid bastard kid, used the method of kidnapping by bandits to receive the army."

Hao Junjie sat on the wheelchair with his fists clenched, and was so angry that he stuttered.Liu Xunde said with a smile...

"Teacher, don't be angry. Zheng Mingren is a man of good character. If you don't give him a blow, you really can't control the situation. The Eighth Route Army boy Thunder is straightforward. I really appreciate his bloody character. He is still a hero. From now on, he will lead the guerrillas alone to go deep into the enemy's rear and destroy the mysterious Japanese military base in 1799. During the battle in Dabie Mountain some time ago, he led the Eighth Route Army guerrillas and the local militia armed forces to withstand the fierce and fierce attack of the two Japanese regiments. For two days and one night in the Dabie Mountain defense area, when the Japanese army was retreating, he led the troops to fight back and killed the Japanese major general Kameda Sawano, the commander of the brigade, and even the Chongqing Chairman Chiang praised him a few words."

"The battle was fought beautifully, the anti-Japanese hero! Just now someone Hao said something wrong, what's the name of this kid."

"Teacher, his name is Wang Dahao, and he is the guerrilla captain of the Eighth Route Army Division."

"Prince Wang, queen..."

"Hey, this name is very interesting! But it's just too talented. A person with such military talent can only be a guerrilla captain and command a division without any problems. Mr. Hao must meet this kid if he has the opportunity."

"Teachers have always cherished talents."

"Hehe! Commander, let's not mention him for now. What's the situation with Lao Huo?"

"Zhuangyuan Village has been occupied, and the two battalions have no heavy weapons. Liu Yijiang's two regiments will surround Lijia Town tomorrow morning."

"Well! The Eighth Route Army has a lot of strength. As long as they charge back desperately, it is still feasible to break through the Zhuangyuan Village. This kid, Huo Huo, has a heart and no dignity. As long as you attack desperately, he will be the first to run. "

"Hehe! The students have seen his running back."

"Ha ha…"

Hao Junjie sat on the chair and smiled all over his face. The sudden laughter was more than a little stiff, and he clasped his hands together and said in a low voice...

"wrong…"

"What happened to the teacher?"

"It seems that Mr. Hao still underestimated the Political Commissar of the Eighth Route Army Fang Mingda. They have long seen that the 31 regiments are the devil's bait, and they sent a small step just to find out."

"The teacher is really thoughtful, and the students didn't think of it."

"Commander, now that the country is in dire straits, we must act when we should, and help the Eighth Route Army."

"Teacher, I understand. Don't worry about recuperating!"

"it is good…"

In the early morning, when the sky was just getting brighter, Wang Dahao and Liu Erleng came to the simple two-story building one after the other, and walked up the wooden steps...

"Captain, let's leave Zheng Mingren now, not afraid of their betrayal!"

"Hey, it's already at this time, I can only bite the bullet and do it, besides, that old boy doesn't have the courage!"

Liu Er dazedly followed behind his buttocks and walked up the stairs. He stared at a 98k sniper rifle, which was standing upright in front of the window. He rushed over in a few strides, picked up the barrel of the gun, and wiped the gun back and forth with grapefruit on his clothes. Rare, don't want, said with a stunned expression on his face...

"My God! Throw away such a good gun."

Wang Dahao stood beside him and looked at him, with a round face sullenly said...

"Damn it, you kid sees money and loves guns but not the captain. Let me tell you, this is the murder weapon to assassinate me."

As Wang Dahao spoke, he bent down, picked up a bullet casing from the floor, and observed it carefully by shaking it back and forth in front of his eyes.

"Captain, that shot doesn't seem to be directed by Zheng Mingren."

"Hehe! Zheng Mingren is just a big idiot, look at his temperament when he encounters some difficulties."

"The 31st Regiment is not a piece of rope. It cannot be twisted together. That kid Liu Da is not a thing. He looks down on us."

"Grandma's! We must find out the grandson who shot the black gun. If you dig him out, you can find out who is behind the scenes."

"Captain, I guess it's that kid Liu Dan."

"Mother, don't care who it is, you must find him, otherwise it will be a disaster in the future."

"Captain, you untied Zheng Mingren, and we left him again. He won't be thinking about dealing with us now!"

"Hey, he doesn't have the guts. Looking at what happened last night, the 31st Regiment has nothing to do with the devil's conspiracy. Besides, Liu Yijiang and the little devil want his head, not our lives. He wants to To survive, we can only rely on our Eighth Route Army."

Wang Dahao lay on the floor and observed for a while, then stood up and said...

"Look at you kid, you're so worthless, you've never seen a good gun! You're almost wiping the gun off, show it to me."

"The captain's gun is mine, don't look at it, it's yours."

"Why did you fall into the eyes of money, kid? It's just been in your hands for a while, so why did it become yours? This is the murder weapon to assassinate me."

"Let's not talk about the captain's other things. Now it is in my hands, and it is mine."

"Okay, it's your kid's job!"

Wang Dahao hurriedly finished speaking, snatched the gun from Liu Erleng's hand, turned the gun body back and forth, touched it, stared at it for a while, then smiled and said...

"Damn, it's really a good gun!"

"Captain, it's mine."

"Your, I didn't rob you."

Wang Dahao slowly stretched out the muzzle of the gun, bent down and set up the barrel of the gun with both hands, opened his eyes and closed his eyes through the scope, and aimed at the place where he stood in the yard last night, recalling the memory of the scene where he was shot in his mind , with a sullen round face, said in a low voice...

"Damn, this kid is a sharpshooter!"

"Captain, are you confused? Such a good gun has a scope, and only one scratch. What kind of sharpshooter is it? If it were me, I would have killed you on the spot."

"You boy is on point."

Wang Dahao stood up slowly, fingered the wound on his waist and continued...

"Look at the part of my waist where I was shot. If the shot was half an inch inward, it would be a penetrating wound. Look at this sniper spot. It is more than 300 meters away from the yard last night. In the middle of the night with no light, although I bleed a little more, it was just a little skin scratch. This kid is really good at marksmanship. Think about why people leave such a good gun here, kindly Warn us of the danger."

"Captain, you have such a smart head! Why didn't I think of it, it seems that this kid is indeed a sharpshooter."

(End of this chapter)