Watching Battalion Commander Wu who was leaving with a swearing and angrily, Wang Bao suddenly realized that everyone looked at the commander's office of the regiment headquarters - it was originally the side hall of the ancestral hall in the village.

From the grief and angry eyes, we can see that something wrong happened. Wang Bao was stunned for a moment, and the 97 sniper rifle in his hand fell to the ground without any sense. He suddenly screamed and rushed into the side hall of the ancestral hall.

"Uncle Zheng! ~ Wake up." Wang Bao fell beside the third regiment commander Zheng Shuwen.

The third regiment commander Zheng Shuwen closed his eyes and lay limply in the arms of Wang Bao's third uncle, Political Commissar Wang, with a Shurijian inserted in front of his chest, and the blade was shining with a blue-green luster, which obviously had a huge poison.

The soldiers who came to support the first battalion were stunned and looked at each other with unbelievable eyes, hoping to get the false information from the expressions of others. A sense of shame and hatred surged in everyone's hearts, and they were still one step late.

Hearing the gunshots, the doctor of the health team who rushed over almost rolled and crawled open the crowd at the entrance of the group office, put a stethoscope on the bra of the third regiment commander Zheng Shuwen, and put one hand on his carotid artery. A nurse injected the injection at a speed she had never seen before.

"No need!" The doctor stopped the nurse's syringe with a dead face and collapsed weakly on the ground like a pile of mud.

Silent grief and anger were filled with the entire lobby, and tears were shining in everyone's eyes. Men did not let their tears roll, but they were not sad. Everyone pinched the tiger's mouth tightly, and the skin at the joints turned white. What's more, the tiger's mouth cracked but still felt nothing. Blood slowly dripped on the ground. Everyone's body was trembling slightly, and there were only a few soldiers and a few female clerks such as Chen Jiayao.

Perhaps because he was used to seeing the departure of his comrades around him, the voice, appearance and smile of the commander of the Third Regiment, Zheng Shuwen, still reflected in everyone's minds, and Zheng Shuwen, the commander of the Third Regiment, still lived in the hearts of every anti-Japanese warrior.

"Prepare for the martyrs who died!~" The soldiers outside the door lined up in neat rows, with gunfires facing each other, and gunfires rang out to see off the leader and comrades who had just left them.

The fierce gunfire echoed in the sky and even more in everyone's heart.

After all, he often does political and propaganda and psychological warfare work. Political Commissar Wang, who is used to life and death, gradually calmed down. "Brother! ~Go away!" Political Commissar Wang gently stroked the eyes of the third regiment commander Zheng Shuwen, picked him up, placed him on the chair he used to make, lie on the desk, and quietly lay on the table as if nothing had happened.

"From now on, I will be the acting leader of the Third Regiment. Jia Yao has made a record. The following orders are as follows: First, strengthen the patrol guards in the controlled area of ​​our army, search for suspicious personnel, and at the same time increase the alert power of the regiment headquarters and key departments. Second, contact the intelligence departments of various places and be sure to find out the identity of the sneak attacker. Third, notify all the regiment officers and soldiers of the regiment to the obituary of the sacrifice of Commander Zheng, avenge the Regiment Zheng, and fight the Japanese hard for me." The position of the deputy commander of the Third Regiment has been vacant. As soon as Commander Zheng Shuwen died, only Political Commissar Wang was the highest-level subordinate to the regiment commander Wang. He excitedly patted his palm on the desk. He was originally a civilian, but he exuded a murderous aura that had been through the battlefield for a long time.

Unconsciously, two or three new cracks extended from the palm of the palm of Zhengcommander Wang.

"Yes, issue an order immediately!" Chen Jiayao quickly returned to work, wiped off her tears, picked up the notebook and pen, and carefully recorded the orders of Political Commissar Wang.

The entire third regiment immediately mobilized. The militia and children's regiments started to move urgently, scattering the masses' nets to capture every trace of abnormality in the base area. The aunts washing vegetables by the river and the vendors selling noodles on the roadside were inadvertently flashing vigilant eyes, scanning any suspicious persons. If there was any disturbance, someone would take turns to follow. During this period, many traitors and spies who were originally hidden deep were caught, but the whereabouts of Duan Cheng and those ninjas and traitors were not found.

On the battlefield where the battle with the Japanese devils, the sacrifice of the third regiment commander Zheng Shuwen did not reduce morale, but instead inspired the more passionate revenge of the Eighth Route Army soldiers. All of them fought to kill the enemy. For at least a long time, the Eighth Route Army did not leave any Japanese prisoners or wounded soldiers. The Japanese devils were frightened to find that the assassination of the Third Regiment headquarters not only did not hurt the opponent's vitality, but were attacked even more crazily.

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Li Wei, who was a guest star in the Department of Mechanical Sciences of Northwest United University School of Engineering in Hanzhong, Shaanxi, did not know what happened in the mountains hundreds of kilometers away. At this time, he was worried about how to integrate into the life of the school. Since the college entrance examination, he always had a resistance to the school and his classmates. Perhaps it was the sequelae of the psychological shadows left by modern schools in the past, but sometimes he could not control himself. In the eyes of other students who were dedicated to studying and studying, Li Wei inevitably became a student with strange behavior and agitation, especially some swear words, but the parties involved did not realize it, but the students around him looked at him with strange eyes.

In Class 1, Grade 1 of the Department of Engineering, Zhao Lei and Li Wei performed completely differently. Zhao Lei is more like a passionate young man, with a Shandong personality full of generous and straightforwardness. He is very active and loyal in the class, and quickly gathers a group of friends.

Among the students, Li Wei's performance was lukewarm, as if things were not related. Although he had to attend every class, his mind was always not in class. Every time the teacher asked questions, he had amazing remarks and responded to them. The modern knowledge proposed by Li Wei refreshed all teachers and students. No one would have thought that just a math problem would have so many simple and fast calculation formulas.

Although there are many aspects that Li Wei has not covered, the acceptance speed is the fastest among all students, and many teachers even privately think that Li Wei has learned the corresponding foundation before.

As two outstanding figures in Class 1, the two of them have different styles on the surface. Only Zhao Lei and Li Wei knew in private that their temperaments were quite in harmony. With the first lesson of the school year, Zhao Lei was not as hostile to Li Wei as he was when he was in the entrance examination. Instead, he thought that Li Wei had a very personality, and in modern terms, he had a very personality. As the two understood each other, they began to deeply feel that the other party was a close friend. Li Wei admired Zhao Lei for maintaining the passion and passion of the Chinese nation in this historical environment, and being able to think and do it. Zhao Lei even admired Li Wei's eclectic and knowledgeable style.
Chapter completed!