In some dilapidated villages, many Eighth Route Army soldiers in brand new military uniforms were busy, and this was the base of the Independent Regiment.

Although Wang Zhilong and his party came with political commissar Zhao Gang, they brought a lot of guns, so the guards of the Eighth Route Army soldiers naturally could not let them bring their guns in. After all, they didn't look like the Eighth Route Army when they looked at their clothes.

Not only that, with the alert Eighth Route Army soldiers, the Eighth Route Army soldiers who came followed had to get their guns first. The monk and others were naturally dissatisfied, but at Wang Zhilong's instructions, they handed out all the guns and ammunition, and handed over the horses they rode to the Eighth Route Army soldiers to take care of them.

The horses that Wang Zhilong and the others rode were also the captured Japanese devils and puppet troops. It was precisely because of these horses that all the spoils were packed and transported back.

"Some of guns and ammunition were just stolen from us. We came to the Independent Group and are temporarily considered guests. This guest should always give us some meeting gifts when he comes to the door, otherwise it would be unreasonable." Looking at the monks and others who were a little angry, Wang Zhilong smiled calmly and casually: "Since we have chosen to join the Eighth Route Army and become the Eighth Route Army, are we still afraid that the leaders of the Eighth Route Army will not send us guns and ammunition?"

"Haha, Wang Zhilong is right. I'll ask you to take a break and eat something first. When I go back and talk to the regiment commander, I'll arrange for you to join the Eighth Route Army." Zhao Gang said with a smile and told the Eighth Route Army officer who came to greet him. The officer nodded and responded quickly, greeted Wang Zhilong and the others politely, and took them away first.

Wang Zhilong and the others were arranged in an empty yard in the village, with two main houses and a wood-room. In the main house, Wang Zhilong and the others sat around the table and bed, eating the food that the Eighth Route Army officer had just sent, including steamed buns, porridge, pickles and roasted sweet potatoes, which were very simple meals.

"Why do we say that we are considered guests now? The Eighth Route Army will give us this?" Jiang Yi, who was handsome with sword-browed eyebrows and eyes, said a little unhappy.

"Some of them are good to eat," said Dong Youliang, who was thin and dark, and drank a sip of porridge. Ai Dongguo, who was beside him, was eating steamed buns, and said vaguely: "That's it! This is better than eating in a prisoner of war camp."

The two brothers Kong Dongming, Song Genwa, Li Dalong and Bruce Lee were obviously hungry and were eating voraciously, and they didn't even bother to speak.

"Come on, Xiaolong, eat more!" Wang Zhilong, who only ate a roasted sweet potato and drank a bowl of porridge, handed Bruce Lee the steamed bun that he had not eaten.

Wang Zhilong, who turned his eyes and glanced at everyone, said, "Brothers, although I saved your lives this time, I understand the reason that everyone has their own ambitions. If you don't want to join the Eighth Route Army, I won't force you. I don't want you to choose to join the Eighth Route Army because of me."

"Brother, why do you want to join the Eighth Route Army?" When everyone heard Wang Zhilong's words, the speed of eating slowed down. They turned to look at Wang Zhilong one by one. Ai Dongguo couldn't help but ask.

"Why did I join the Eighth Route Army?" Wang Zhilong smiled slightly: "The reason is very simple, because I think the Eighth Route Army is the one who is really dedicated to fighting the Japanese. I want to fight the Japanese and drive these dog-good beasts out of China, so I chose to become the Eighth Route Army."

Looking at the monks and the others silent, Wang Zhilong continued, "I think no one here is afraid of death and dare not fight the Japanese. But why do we become prisoners? The so-called general is incompetent and exhausted the three armies. The army we follow is not good, so we will naturally always defeat the war. If we dare not fight, we will have to wait for death in the end!"

"Brother, you're right. Although the Eighth Route Army likes to fight guerrilla warfare and does not fight head-on with the Japanese, they really dare to fight with the Japanese," Ai Dongguo nodded first and agreed: "Where is not fighting the Japanese! Brother, I, Donggua, have decided to fight with you."

"Brother Wang, you save our lives. I will do whatever you say. I will fight with you, and I will enjoy it!" Bruce Lee grinned while eating.

Li Dalong, who reached out to pat his younger brother Bruce Lee's shoulder, also smiled and nodded, "I am like Xiaolong, and I am willing to follow my elder brother."

"As long as you can fight the Japanese, it doesn't matter where you are," Song Genwa said, and Dong Youliang said immediately: "Just eat enough!"

"The Eighth Route Army's equipment is too poor," said Wei Dayong, the monk who had white eyes, frowned, and obviously he didn't want to join the Eighth Route Army.

Wang Zhilong, who was unquestionable, turned to Jiang Yi and Kong Dongming. He could see that compared with Song Genwa, Dong Youliang, Dalong, Xiaolong and others, these two people were obviously of good origins, and they should have been from the National Army before. It would be difficult for them to join the Eighth Route Army.

Facing Wang Zhilong's gaze, Jiang Yi, who was slightly hesitant, said: "Brother Wang, to be honest, I admire you very much. He has great skills, good marksmanship, and is so powerful in wars. If it weren't for you, we would probably have finished it. I also know that the Eighth Route Army was devoted to fighting the Japanese. Donggua said it well. As long as it is fighting the Japanese, it is not a place to fight! Moreover, it is indeed a pleasure to fight with Brother Wang!"

Wang Zhilong, who nodded and smiled slightly, looked at Kong Dongming. Kong Dongming, who looked very ordinary, had a bright and divine look. Facing the eyes of Wang Zhilong and others, he smiled inexplicably and said, "Tell the truth! Actually, I am the Eighth Route Army!"

"What? Are you the Eighth Route Army? You are not..." Jiang Yi seemed to know some of Kong Dongming's background. When he heard what he said, he immediately glared at him, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, I understand! You guy is hiding too deeply! I thought you were a loyal and honest person!"

Even Wang Zhilong couldn't help but look at Kong Dongming in surprise. This kid was actually a big fish, and he couldn't see it!

As the few people spoke, a sudden sound of footsteps came, and then an Eighth Route Army soldier came to the door: "According to the order of Political Commissar Zhao, please follow me to see the regiment commander and Deputy regiment commander Kong."

"Let's go!" Wang Zhilong got up first and walked out. The monk and others also hurriedly got up and followed. Several people followed the Eighth Route Army soldier to the yard of the Independent Regiment headquarters. As soon as Wang Zhilong entered the yard, he heard a cheerful and loud voice in the house. Then soon Zhao Gang's voice also came out: "Wang Zhilong, come in!"

Wang Zhilong stepped forward and walked into the room alone. At first glance, he saw Li Yunlong, the independent group leader sitting on the left and right sides of the kang beside the window, and Kong Jie, the temporary deputy group leader, and Zhao Gang standing beside him. At this moment, the three of them were also looking at him, especially Li Yunlong and Kong Jie. The eyes of Wang Zhilong were obviously scrutinized and curious.

"It's just that you kid and you took seven or eight people to kill dozens of Japanese soldiers and hundreds of puppet soldiers? Are you Sun Houzi? That's amazing!" Li Yunlong, who looked up and down, said with a little suspicion: "I think you look like a white-faced scholar. How can you really have such great ability?"

"Sun Wukong dares not be a man. At most, he is just a chaotic Nezha," Wang Zhilong said with a faint smile: "As for how many abilities I have, the leader will know in the future."

"Ha...Nezha? You kid's tone is really pretty!" Li Yunlong couldn't help but grin, and Kong Jie on the side couldn't help but say, "Wang Zhilong...Well, why did you decide that he is the leader of the group, but I am not?"

"This is not simple. How could the deputy commander just speak without a spoken person? There is no reason why the deputy commander sits in the upper seat, the commander sits down!" Wang Zhilong said calmly.
Chapter completed!