Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Everyone echoed, and the last ray of sadness was deeply pressed in their hearts as Yan Qizhi's body was covered by the loess.

In the years of war, the living have no right to grieve.

In the early morning of the next day, when Han Feng arrived at the regiment headquarters, Monk Wei Dayong was already exercising with a stone plate. Winter was just over, and there was still a lingering cold in the air. sweat.

The well-proportioned muscles are well-defined, and every stretch is accompanied by a seductive aesthetic release. Han Feng just glanced at it and felt in his heart that this guy's bony muscles are definitely the result of long-term persistence. It really is a strong willpower , a monk with unique skills.

Han Feng knew that Wei Dayong must have met Zhao Gang who was behind him, and what happened by accident of history must be even more astonishing.

What should have happened happened after all. Zhao Gang successfully met Wei Dayong and rescued Wei Dayong who then fainted.

When rescuing Wei Dayong yesterday, due to the distance, coupled with the sky approaching dusk and the ensuing battle, Han Feng was unable to see Wei Dayong's appearance clearly.

It's just that Han Feng had just entered the regiment headquarters at this moment, and after seeing the strange face who was exercising, he was very convinced that this was Wei Dayong.

Of course, this is not to say that Han Feng's eyes are so vicious. In fact, there is not much hair on this monk's head at all, not to mention the short layer sticking to the scalp. The previous history is immediately clear.

Monk Wei has a solid build, about the same size as Han Feng. During the war years, when his nutrition was generally not up to date, his height of more than 1.8 meters was really burly.

When Han Feng opened the door and entered, Monk Wei, who was alert by nature, also noticed Han Feng immediately.

The eyes of the two people only briefly touched in the air. Han Feng smiled at Monk Wei. Monk Wei couldn't figure it out and grinned, but he didn't smile.

Monk Wei's eyesight is extraordinary, of course, his eyes are only in martial arts, and his sense of smell is even more keen, especially for masters who have learned martial arts, he has an amazing perception.

During those days in Shaolin Temple, because Monk Wei's personality likes to fight with others, even if he is fierce and brave, he often finds others to discuss and fight.

However, Monk Wei still looks down on ordinary opponents, and only likes to compete with masters. Over time, he has developed a pair of "sharp eyes".

There are many disciples in Shaolin Temple, there are hundreds of disciples and elders in all houses and halls.

I remember one time when Monk Wei found a powerful monk, he went up to ask for advice without saying a word, and in the end he was beaten by that monk without any power to fight back. After inquiring, he found out that it turned out to be the chief elder of the Bodhidharma Academy. A master of martial arts, no wonder Monk Wei is not an opponent.

But you have to admire his extraordinary eyesight, as if no master in the world can escape the observation of his eyes.

This time was also no exception. Although Han Feng seemed ordinary to the monk, the monk still felt that the other party's gaze was too calm, not calm like an ordinary person.

When Han Feng passed by the monk, the monk suddenly said, "Brother, have you studied martial arts?"

Han Feng smiled and shook his head: "I haven't learned it before."

The monk said: "I don't believe it, the aura on you is extraordinary, you must be a master, I thought you were all ordinary people from the countryside! I didn't expect to meet such a master like you."

Han Feng was surprised in his heart, was he really as exaggerated as the monk said?He joked and chuckled, "Monk?"

"How do you know I'm a monk?" Monk Wei was stunned.

Han Feng said: "The ring scar on your head is obvious! If it's not a monk, what is it?"

Monk Wei said with a smile: "So that's how it is. Hehe, although I am a monk, I am already a layman."

Han Feng said: "Monk, do you know where this is?"

Monk Wei said: "When the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment came, my savior, Political Commissar Zhao, told me about it."

"How do you feel?"

Monk Wei shook his head and said: "To be honest, it's not that bad. It's far behind our Central Army. The place we live in is dilapidated. I drank a bowl of thin soup in the morning. I also saw your Eighth Route Army soldiers. Most of them Made by Hanyang behind his back, that kind of broken gun makes me so disgusted."

Han Feng said: "So you look down on our Eighth Route Army?"

Monk Wei shook his head and said, "I never said that. My life was saved by Political Commissar Zhao, and Political Commissar Zhao is the Eighth Route Army. If I look down on the Eighth Route Army, wouldn't I also look down on my savior, Political Commissar Zhao? That ungrateful man."

Seeing the serious expression on the monk's face, Han Feng couldn't help but chuckled: "Monk, how old are you this year?"

"I'll be eighteen in a few months." Monk Wei said.

Han Feng immediately understood, but he was still a big kid!It's no wonder that Monk Wei said these lovely words.

"Brother, you must be a master. How about we compete?" Monk Wei was overjoyed and suggested again. This is because he has calmed down after serving in the army for so long. I won't ask Han Feng's opinion, just roll up my sleeves and do it, regardless of whether you agree or not.

Han Feng is also a lunatic who loves to challenge himself, and he has been longing for a battle with Monk Wei for a long time. At this moment, Monk Wei proposed that he naturally wanted it, and laughed: "Okay, the weather is just a little cold, so we just practice , warm and warm."

The two were about to fight when Li Yunlong just opened the door and walked out from the command room of the regiment headquarters, smoking a cigarette.

Han Feng smiled and said, "Monk, let's fight another day. My team leader has come out."

Monk Wei said: "That would be a pity, I just promised Political Commissar Zhao to stay for two days to have a look, and I will leave after two days."

Han Feng smiled and said, "No, you won't leave."

The monk was wondering about Han Feng's inexplicable words, Li Yunlong walked over to Monk Wei

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138 Depressed Li Yunlong

Just now when the little boy Zhao Gang reported to the regiment headquarters, Li Yunlong learned from Zhao Gang that the Monk Wei who Zhao Gang rescued beat three or four devils with his bare hands, and finally escaped from the prisoner-of-war camp of the little devils.

Li Yunlong didn't like the new political commissar Zhao Gang, he even hated that guy with thin skin and tender flesh.

When Zhao Gang said that he had reported important information to Li Yunlong, Li Yunlong didn't take it seriously. He even felt that Zhao Gang said this just to gain a sense of presence and to highlight his role as a political commissar.

Zhao Gang didn't care about Li Yunlong's thoughts. He was not an idiot after graduating from Yenching University. He was one of the founders of the First Two Movement very early on. When facing Li Yunlong who is strong and makes things difficult for him, he will be a bit timid.

To be honest, although Li Yunlong looked down on Zhao Gang, his first impression of political commissar Zhao Gang was good, and he was wondering at the time:

This little boy seemed a little different from the previous political commissar. No matter how difficult he was, Zhao Gang could face it calmly.

At that time, Li Yunlong even thought, if he didn't want to have fun, and really hated the profession of political commissar, who always meddles in other people's affairs, maybe he could still become friends with this little boy.

But no matter how he is, Li Yunlong is also the head of the regiment. When he was drinking with his old comrades in arms, he had already blown away the bull. This new political commissar, he only took half a month to run him away.

Then I'm sorry for the political commissar, brother, Li Yunlong saw that the new political commissar was always calm in the face of his own difficulties, so he had no choice but to say: "Let me tell you first, you come to my independent group to be you The political commissar, what you want to do is your business, I don't care.

There is just one thing I want to tell you in advance, when the battle starts, the whole regiment must listen to Lao Tzu.

Political commissars, political commissars are in charge of life, you are in charge of life, I am in charge of military affairs, we can’t cling to each other, that’s great. "

When Zhao Gang reported to the Brigade Headquarters, Brigadier Chen told him again and again, saying that Li Yunlong was a thorn in the side, the general political commissar really couldn't put him down, he looked like an old wolf, who would bark his teeth if he caught him.

But Brigadier Chen said again that although such a thorny head is troublesome, he can fight. When killing devils, one thorny head is more important than three good boys.

Zhao Gang knew that this was just a metaphor made by the brigade commander, but it also explained a problem. In the heart of brigade commander Chen, Li Yunlong was a rare general.

Such a tiger general started to command the battle. Zhao Gang knew that he, a student who had just stepped out of school, would definitely not be able to intervene.

"Okay, I don't object to the commander's order. You are a veteran of the revolution. You are far better than me in commanding battles. I'm just a fledgling kid. I have to learn a lot from you in terms of how to fight." Zhao Gang said He stretched out his hand to Li Yunlong.