Bang bang bang bang... Gunshots kept ringing. In a ditch, the soil carrying the ditch formed a small earth dam next to the ditch, which was simply a natural trenches. Wang Zhilong and others were lying in the ditch. Some Japanese and puppet troops were mixing together in the distance and slowly approaching.

"Brother, there are almost no bullets, what should I do?" Ai Dongguo, the short man, came to Wang Zhilong's side with a cat, asked anxiously.

"Where is the grenade? There should be a few grenades? Give me three!" Wang Zhilong turned his head and shouted.

The monk who fired with a submachine gun on the side couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to do? Stay away, the grenade is useless!"

"If you get closer, won't the grenade be useful?" Wang Zhilong said, and took three melon grenades, hugged his waist and ran around the winding ditch, and soon touched one side of the Japanese camp. He shook his arms and three melon grenades turned into three arcs, flew more than a hundred meters away, and landed among the charge Japanese and puppet troops. In an instant, more than ten figures were blown away, and the remaining Japanese were also lying on the ground in a hurry.

Bang bang... Wang Zhilong, who was running out, shot out two shots to deal with the Japanese machine gunners, and rushed to the temporary command center set up by the Japanese in the woods behind...

In just a moment, with a few sporadic gunshots, when the Japanese retreated to the command center, they happened to meet Wang Zhilong, holding a machine gun. With the flames, they rushed down and thirty Japanese suddenly fell down like harvesting wheat. The bullets they shot disappeared out of thin air when they approached Wang Zhilong.

As Wang Zhilong came out from behind the Japanese with a machine gun, the monk and others were also excited and rushed out together, attacking each other from the front and back. Most of the remaining Japanese were quickly dealt with, and the rest were also dealt with by Wang Zhilong, who had dropped the machine gun, and quickly wiped them out one by one.

As for the remaining puppet troops, they were also frightened by the fierce god-like Wang Zhilong and others so that they all raised their guns and surrendered...

"Please take their guns!" Under Wang Zhilong's order, the monk and others quickly seized the guns of dozens of puppet troops, and then drove them to a bunch.

"Wonggua, is it okay?" Seeing Ai Dongguo walking over with his arms covered, Wang Zhilong, who saw the blood on his hands, couldn't help but frown and asked.

"It's okay! I was accidentally covered by the Japanese 38th arm and had a hole in his arms," ​​Ai Dongguo smiled indifferently, and then asked in a low voice: "Brother, what should I do with these puppet troops? Let them go?"

"Let me go? Let me go back and be a dog for the Japanese?" Wang Zhilong sneered and shook his head slightly, then looked at the puppet soldiers with a chill flashing in his eyes: "Winter melon, give me three grenades!"

"Oh!" He responded and took off three melon grenades hanging on his waist and just plundered from the Japanese and handed them to Ai Dongguo, who was the one who had just been searched by the Japanese. Then he could not help but change his face and asked, "Brother, what are you going to do?"

Wang Zhilong, who had snatched the three melon grenades, did not talk to him at all. He pulled the strings and threw them out after two seconds. As soon as he landed among the puppet troops, the sound of "booming" sounded one after another. In an instant, with the screams of exclamation, blood splattered and the waves of air surged. He was so scared that he was caught off guard that the monks who surrounded the puppet troops changed their faces and hurriedly retreated.

"Brother, this..." As dozens of puppet troops gathered together, the three grenades thrown by Wang Zhilong exploded. Even if he realized that the puppet troops were going to dodge in all directions, it was too late. One or two people died directly, and the rest were injured. They screamed shrillly, making Ai Dongguo on the side pale.

"What? Do you think I'm too cruel?" Seeing Ai Dongguo's appearance, Wang Zhilong asked calmly.

Ai Dongguo couldn't help but say, "Big Brother, no matter what, they are also Chinese, you are like this..."

"Just because they are Chinese, they deserve more damn than Japanese devils! Faced with foreign invasion, they did not know how to resist, but they had to bear Zu Wangzong and help Japanese devils kill Chinese. What should I keep such a traitor and lackeye?" Wang Zhilong, who spoke coldly, shouted to the monks and the others, "Don't stand there! Help them get rid of them!"

Hearing the words, Jiang Yi and others looked at each other with a slight hesitation. Seeing that the monk had taken action first, they also stepped forward to kill the seriously injured puppet troops...

"Stop! What are you doing? Stop it!" With a harsh shout, two figures ran towards each other in the distance, and the one who spoke was the man who looked very young. Seeing their clothes, Wang Zhilong, whose eyes flashed, his eyes flashed before ordering the monk and the others to stop.

Seeing the monk and the others stop, the person who was yelling just now looked slightly slower, then looked at Wang Zhilong and asked, "Which part are you from? Why do you want to kill the prisoners?"

"Not any part, we are prisoners, who escaped from the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp," Wang Zhilong shook his head and smiled, looked at the man who was stunned by the sound of the words, and then said: "As for why you said you wanted to kill prisoners, do you know how the Japanese dealt with prisoners? They will use prisoners to practice assassination and kill people with bare hands. I even heard that in the Northeast, there are even Japanese who will use prisoners and even ordinary people to do bacterial experiments."

"Bacterial experiment?" The man frowned when he heard this, and then pointed to the surviving twenty or thirty almost injured puppet army prisoners and said, "They are Chinese, not Japanese. Even if they are Japanese, what do you think of a surrendered prisoner?

"First of all, I will not keep prisoners against the Japanese," Wang Zhilong said calmly: "Secondly, you said these puppet troops were Chinese, but when they helped the Japanese kill the Chinese, they never thought they were Chinese. I killed them just to help our country and help this nation clear some scum. However, I have always admired the Eighth Route Army as the real army to fight the Japanese. Since you have spoken, okay, I will spare their lives today."

After saying that, Wang Zhilong turned to the puppet soldiers and said, "Listen, as a Chinese, wearing this dog skin, even if you die, you will have no shame to see your ancestors! Today I will give you a chance to reform myself. Remember, next time, if I meet you again, you will not be so lucky. When you go back, you will also tell me the other corrupts of the dog days that are dedicated to the Japanese. I, Wang Zhilong, not only kills the Japanese, but also kills the dog legs."

"Comrade, hello, I am Zhao Gang, the new political commissar of the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment," After the injured puppet troops left in a panic, the man who looked at Wang Zhilong deeply came forward and reached out to him, "I heard you, you escaped from the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp? How did you escape?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Gang, reached out to shake hands with Wang Zhilong, who shook hands with him, and briefly talked about his experience of escaping with monks. Zhao Gang was amazed. Looking at the corpses of dozens of Japanese and hundreds of puppet soldiers on the battlefield, Zhao Gang felt more and more that Wang Zhilong was extraordinary. Not only was he good at fighting, he was also good at fighting!

So, Zhao Gang next persuaded Wang Zhilong and others to join the Eighth Route Army and fight the Japanese together. It is rare to have talent. Although Zhao Gang could not agree with Wang Zhilong's killing of the puppet army prisoners, it can be seen that Wang Zhilong is not reckless and easy to kill, and his thoughts can be changed! This ideological work is also one of the work of the political commissar! In the future, Zhao Gang will be confident that he can make Wang Zhilong and others obey the discipline of the Eighth Route Army.

Wang Zhilong did not directly answer Zhao Gang's favor, but turned to the monk and the others and asked: "Brothers, what do you think?"

"Brother, let's listen to you!" Ai Dongguo responded first, and the monks and others looked at each other, and they all nodded slightly. Obviously, the strength and leadership shown by Wang Zhilong had convinced them in their previous experiences.
Chapter completed!