And not just for the red warriors in poverty.

But all the soldiers of China who fought against the Japanese invaders, are they also like the red squad leader, crying because the gun in their hands cannot shoot the bullet of revenge like the invader!

A warrior can die on the battlefield, that is the fate of a warrior. But in the more than ten years of the Anti-Japanese War, how many soldiers were unwilling to roar because of insufficient equipment or even insufficient ammunition?

"Three guns and eight roads", what a poignant title! Even if it is the so-called regular army under the command of the bald boss, how many people can rush to the battlefield with a base of 100 bullets!

"It's me who was wrong, I wasted your three bullets, and I apologize to you." Liu Lang sighed and said softly.

The red squad leader, who was only nineteen years old, stubbornly twisted his head to the side. Obviously, Liu Lang's apology is far less important than three bullets.

"In this way, in order to express my apologies, after I have negotiated business with your army, I will send 20,000 rounds of ammunition to your legion, of which I ask your chief to give you a special approval of thirty." Liu Lang continued.

"Really? Thirty rounds? Special permission for me? The red squad leader's mouth almost didn't close.

Obviously, the huge amount of thirty bullets is definitely no less than the first prize of the welfare lottery for ordinary people in later generations.

"Humph! Chuanzi, don't believe him, cowhide king. The pigtailed girl, who had been sullen and didn't speak, snorted coldly.

"Hehe, what if I fulfilled my promise in the future! Yingzi, what do you say? Liu Lang said with a smile.

"Then we'll have to wait until we find out if you're a white dog. If you are 。。。。。。 The girl with big braids glanced at Liu Lang, and her eyes were a little complicated.

The girl with big pigtails knew what was going on by herself, although she had been angry with the fat white man in front of her, but the strange thing was that she had never had any bad feelings for him, especially at the moment when she said that if he was, the girl with big pigtails had a thought in her heart that he should leave now.

What are you afraid of? Is it afraid that he is a white dog? Still afraid of him。。。。。。 She is already in the red camp, and she knows too well what the ending is when the white dog of the secret agent is caught.

If you are captured on the battlefield and can join the people's camp, you can still live, and those who lurk in like this will almost definitely die.

"Hehe, since I dare to come, I won't be your enemy." Liu Lang glanced deeply at the girl with big braids and said confidently.

"However, the guns of my comrades-in-arms were also damaged by you." The red squad leader with a hint of excitement on his face carefully "reminded" Liu Lang.

No matter which camp he belongs to, the gene of respecting the strong in the barracks has always existed, and although Liu Lang, who has left an indelible mark on the hearts of several red soldiers, is just empty and white-toothed, the red squad leader thinks that the incomparable white fat man will definitely fulfill his promise.

If it were the white fat man who was tied up like a pig, anything he said could only be taken as a joke.

This kind of psychological transformation is the same as the liars of later generations, who will always give themselves a powerful name. It's just that Liu Lang is using strength.

In the eyes of the red squad leader, Liu Lang was even more terrifying than the terrifying combat power of the previous one person who restrained six people. Liu Lang's three shots, not a cannon, nor did they hurt anyone, but they reduced the combat effectiveness of the three red soldiers with bird guns by 80 percent, and his three shots were not only fast, from pulling the bolt to firing, it took less than a second, and what was even more incredible was that it was accurate, accurate, and incredible.

All three rounds accurately hit the vital parts of the bird's gun, one hit the barrel, the bird's slightly fragile barrel was bent alive, one hit the hammer, and one directly missed the trigger. If it weren't for the damage of the bird gun in front of the red squad leader, I'm afraid that the red squad leader would not have admitted that there were people with such marksmanship in this world.

"Don't worry, I can guarantee that you and your four comrades-in-arms will receive a new rifle, trust me. and I shall be your reward for carrying me for two days. Liu Lang smiled slightly.

Several red soldiers were a little stunned on their faces, if they had known that this product was so fierce, they would have to continue to carry it to death!

I have to admire the iron feet of the red soldiers, more than two hundred miles, including the girl with big pigtails, it only took two and a half days to get there.

Sure enough, he was born in sorrow and died in peace! During this period, the power of the red warrior's trekking machine was absolutely the best in the country, and Liu Langda was breathtaking.

Shengli County, that is, the former and future Xingguo County, Liu Lang is not the first time to come, but obviously, eighty years of time, not only things are not people, the modern county has long covered the old county town in the jungle of reinforced concrete. Here, and Liu Lang's memory, are almost completely different places.

After the handover of the red squad leader Chuanzi and the soldiers guarding the city gate, Liu Lang followed the red soldiers into the city, although the county seat is very small, not even as big as a town in later generations, and the houses are very simple, but the bluestone paved streets are very clean, the blue-gray brick walls and the loess walls are full of white lime brushes and all kinds of slogans written in white lime, from time to time there are gray-blue red soldiers wearing octagonal hats and carrying guns on their backs marching through the streets, all kinds of voices mixed with strong rural accents to call comrades sound from time to time, the red atmosphere is very strong, makes Liu Lang feel like he is in those old movies shot in the sixties and seventies.

Standing in front of the door of a blue-brick building with "Shengli County Soviet People's Government" written on it and a huge five-pointed star, Liu Lang's face was a little more solemn. Now, he is not looking at the museum, the people and things here are creating the history of China, even including himself who has come to this era.

Chuanzi had already gone in to report, and thinking that he was about to meet the old man when he was young, Liu Lang couldn't help but look forward to it a little more. Old men must still be cool when they are young, especially when they wear military uniforms with a black face.

"Haha, I heard that Comrade Yingzi is back with the God of Wealth, welcome!" A loud voice came from afar.

As he spoke, a guy in a gray military uniform, leggings and straw sandals, dressed as a standard red warrior, with a black face that could barely distinguish his eyebrows, strode out.

Liu Lang was a little confused, who is this! When will the Red Warriors still have an African version of mercenaries? Let's wipe the shoe polish on your face!

"Brother Yaozu, how did you get it on your face?" The girl with big pigtails stepped forward and spoke first with some concern.

"Ha, Comrade Yingzi! Hello, hello. The big black face took a step forward and shook the hand of the pigtailed girl without any scruples, and the expression on his face was then very serious, "Comrade Yingzi, I have told you several times, you were not a party member before, you can shout like that, but now that you have joined, you are a comrade, remember to call me Comrade Liu Yaozu in the future, and if you shout like that again, if you are heard by the chief, you will be punished." ”

Is he Liu Yaozu? An old man in his youth?

I'll it, Lao Tzu must have listened to fake stories for decades. Liu Lang looked at the face like the bottom of the pot, it was the black face that Li Kui was ashamed of, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Dare to love, it took decades of hard work for the old man to wash the "shoe polish" a little! Although it was already bronze in Liu Lang's eyes at that time, it was still a relatively dark one.

Liu Lang is very grateful to his grandmother and mother who have never met, without their genetic neutralization, Liu Lang is sure that he must be too good to look at it directly, just that, he has been a single dog for 30 years.