Chenjiayu, as the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army, has two regiments of guard troops on both sides. Of course, now the guards on the left side of the headquarters are only two battalions of the independent regiment led by Zhao Gang.

On the cliff behind Chenjiayu, in the newly dug trench dozens of meters away from the cliff, Wang Zhilong, who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes narrowed, actually closed his eyes and sensed the thin energy between the world. While absorbing these energy through breathing and breathing, his senses and hearing were also extremely sensitive, and he always listened to all the movements under the cliff wall not far away and in the distance.

The cliff in the back mountain is a dangerous place in Chenjiayu. It is said that a large group of Japanese soldiers cannot enter Chenjiayu from here. But if a small group of Japanese elite soldiers touched it from here, it will inevitably pose a huge threat to the Eighth Route Army headquarters at the foot of the mountain.

I had known that the Japanese had a small elite team of Eighth Route Army, so I naturally would not ignore this place. Under Zhao Gang's arrangement, not only Wang Zhilong's reconnaissance platoon, but also a company of the Second Battalion were arranged here, ready to deal with any emergencies at any time.

"Brother, big... platoon leader, you can try the freshly baked sweet potatoes," said Ai Dongguo, who ran over and flexibly entered the trenches. He saw Wang Zhilong, who frowned and opened his eyes, staring at him slightly, and while changing his words, yelling, 'Platform leader, he handed Wang Zhilong a roasted sweet potato that was still steaming and fragrant.

It’s not that Wang Zhilong wants to put on the airs of a platoon leader, but he has to ask Ai Dongguo and the others to call him platoon leader. The main reason is that the reconnaissance platoon personnel have expanded. Later, everyone who came in called platoon leader. It seems inappropriate to call Ai Dongguo and the others to call Wang Zhilong, and they look different. Moreover, the Eighth Route Army team is not a bandit gang, so they always call him platoon leader. So, under Zhao Gang’s guidance, Ai Dongguo and the others also learn to call Wang Zhilong.

Suddenly, a sound of swallowing came from the side. When he turned around and saw the soldiers begging for the roasted sweet potatoes, Wang Zhilong couldn't help but say, "You kid, didn't you see that everyone didn't eat? Let's eat it for the comrades first!"

"Big...oh no, the platoon leader, everyone will have it in a while, and it's roasting below! And this sweet potato is not enough, so you can eat it first!" Ai Dongguo said and handed the roasted sweet potato to Wang Zhilong.

Wang Zhilong, who took the roasted sweet potato, handed him to a strong boy who had just swallowed his saliva. The boy's dark face turned slightly red, but he couldn't help but reach out to take it and said, "Thank you, platoon leader!"

"You little brat, you are so rude! I..." Ai Dongguo was so angry that he was about to scold him when Wang Zhilong glared at him.

Soon, Ai Dongguo, who went down again, brought people to bring baskets of roasted sweet potatoes and a basket of roasted steamed buns. The small steamed buns, with only one person, was served with roasted sweet potatoes, which was Wang Zhilong and the others' dinner.

In modern society, eating roasted sweet potatoes occasionally feels very sweet and delicious. But here, Wang Zhilong has been tired of eating this every meal. However, if a person is hungry, he will feel sweet if he has a stutter.

After eating, Wang Zhilong continued to sit in the trench with his hands wrapped around his chest, closing his eyes and immersed in the cultivation. Of course, he was immersed in the cultivation, and did not forget to remain vigilant, because no one knew whether the Japanese special forces would come over in the dark.

It was indeed very peaceful that night. But early the next morning, not long after dawn, Wang Zhilong and the others had not had time to have breakfast, and maybe they didn't make breakfast at all. During these days of the Independent Group, it was not uncommon to stay in the group and have hunger for two meals.

"Hey, the platoon leader has not woken up yet? He has been sleeping since yesterday afternoon, and he woke up during dinner." The soldiers who woke up early couldn't help but whisper when they saw Wang Zhilong, who was still keeping their eyes closed and leaning quietly in the trenches.

A warrior who woke up while yawning on the side whispered a little mysteriously: "What do you know? I tell you, the platoon leader is practicing internal skills, not only raising energy, but also resisting hunger!"

"I said, why are you all blind? I was so fed up last night, right?" Ai Dongguo suddenly leaned over and stared at him and scolded him.

"Have you a big hair! Since joining the Independent Group, how many meals have we eaten? The little I ate last night was not hungry at all. My stomach has been roaring long ago," the soldier who had just woken up said with a bitter face, touching his stomach.

"Cough..." Wang Zhilong, who suddenly moved his eyebrows and opened his eyes, coughed lightly, and suddenly several soldiers closed their mouths.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Zhilong, who frowned, listened carefully for a while, then he said with a tight expression and said in a low voice: "When there is any movement, wake up, the Japanese are probably coming."

"Hmm? The Japanese?" When they heard Wang Zhilong's words, the soldiers suddenly became excited. Some woke up their companions, and some raised their guns.

But after a while, there was still no movement behind the cliff. Ai Dongguo and the others were fine, but the newly joined the reconnaissance platoon were all confused and suspicious, and even started to whisper.

"Zhilong, what's going on? Are the Japanese really here? Did you hear it wrong?" A figure flipped into the trench from behind. It was the company commander Huang, who was sent by the Second Battalion to coordinate with the reconnaissance platoon.

Wang Zhilong, who turned his head to look at him, then listened carefully, and then said solemnly: "It's absolutely right. There should be dozens of people passing the orders and preparing for the battle!"

"Hey, I said you boy, you are the platoon leader, I am the company commander, who are you in command?" Captain Huang said angrily when he heard this.

A few squeaks... A few light sounds came one after another. Seeing Wang Zhilong's eyes burning at the cliff more than ten meters away, he turned his head to follow his gaze and looked at Captain Huang. Seeing that several steel claws appeared on the edge of the cliff, there seemed to be ropes behind him. He couldn't help but look slightly changed and took out his gun. At the same time, he lowered his voice and ordered behind him: "Be careful, prepare for battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the hissing sound beside him. Seeing Wang Zhilong pulling the lines of several grenades one after another, he couldn't help but glaring: "You..."

"Are you still waiting for them to come up?" Wang Zhilong, who asked back without waiting for Commander Huang to speak, threw the grenades out directly, accurately crossed the cliff, and fell towards the cliff. Then, accompanied by explosions, mixed screams came from below.

"Grill with grenade!" With Wang Zhilong's order, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon immediately threw a grenade at the back of the cliff. The Captain Huang who was standing beside him was stunned. This person hadn't seen it yet. How did Wang Zhilong know that there were many Japanese soldiers gathering below?

Wang Zhilong, who was listening to the explosion and screaming below, had a cold arc on his lips. In the TV series, the battle of the Independent Group defending the cliffs suffered a lot. He was prepared for it and even the Japanese were touched. It was simply incredible. Are the Grenades from the Eighth Route Army's grenades for a good meal? Greetings directly! Dozens of Japanese elite soldiers have more than a few dozen of them.

Sure enough, with a wave of grenades, the Japanese who lost a lot of money, had to retreat after knowing that the Eighth Route Army was prepared for a long time.
Chapter completed!