Bright Sword: An eight-year-old boy led a group to fight the Japanese invaders

Chen Changhe silently took two steps back. He really didn't want to lead an eight-year-old child. Fighting the Japanese was no child's play. He had to consider the more than 500 men under him.

The people behind them became agitated when they saw Monk Wei was about to compete with Wang Ye.

"Monk, let go and do it for me. Whether we can get out depends on you!"

"That's right, Lao Wei, bring out the energy you usually use to beat us. As long as you beat him, I'll buy you a drink when we get out!"

"Drink your shit, you don't even have a dick in your pocket!"

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Monk Wei looked at Wang Ye in front of him, feeling a little uneasy, and said hesitantly, "Why don't we change someone else? You are so small, what if you get hurt?"

"Haha, you don't have to worry about that. I'm the leader of the children's group, and my sister is the deputy leader. Of course we'll step in when something goes wrong. Do you want to fight or not?"

Wang Ye knew what kind of person Monk Wei was, and he was jealous of him. As long as he defeated him, this man would definitely not be able to escape.

Monk Wei thought that if he didn't fight, he couldn't really follow this little guy to do things. Thinking of this, he made up his mind.

"Hit him!" Before he finished speaking, the man had already rushed over.

Wang Ye thought, just start fighting. Monk Wei learned Shaolin skills, while Wang Ye learned military fighting. With the help of the strengthening system and his natural supernatural power, he didn't know where his limit was.

This battle is a good opportunity to test my limits.

Monk Wei saw that Wang Ye was too short and it was too slow for him to bend over and attack, so he glared at him and kicked him with his size 43 foot at Wang Ye's face.

Wang Ye's face changed. Damn it, you shouldn't hit people in the face, but you are specifically hitting my face.

Wang Ye took a half step back with his left foot and leaned to the side. Just as Monk Wei's big foot kicked Wang Ye's face, Wang Ye's hand had already grabbed his foot and pulled it.

Monk Wei lost his balance and fell forward involuntarily. Wang Ye took a step forward, and the hard ground beneath his feet was covered with dust.

The small body quickly approached Monk Wei, and the tiny elbow hit Monk Wei's chest like a sword.

With a "bang", Monk Wei retreated instead of moving forward. He was knocked back three meters by Wang Ye's elbow, and then rolled on the ground twice before stopping.

The surrounding Jinsui Army, National Army, and Eighth Route Army looked at Monk Wei lying on the ground and unwilling to get up. They all widened their eyes and looked at Wang Ye in disbelief.

Such a small person actually defeated Wei Heshang, the best fighter in the prisoner-of-war camp, in just one round.

This was definitely not true. Everyone felt that it might be because they had not eaten for the past two days and were too hungry, which led to hallucinations, so they rubbed their eyes and looked again.

"Oh my goodness, this, this... this kid is too powerful, he actually beat Monk Wei down!"

"Isn't Monk Wei the most powerful one in the prisoner-of-war camp? Did he let us go?"

"Let him go? He wants to find such a young leader?"

"Maybe I'm too hungry and have no strength!"

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Regardless of what others said, Wang Ye looked at Monk Wei proudly, "How is it? Do you still want to fight?"

Monk Wei stood up, rubbing his aching chest, and said dejectedly, "I won't fight anymore. Even if I'm full, I'm still no match for you. I'm no match for you in terms of speed or strength!"

"So, you are willing to join my children's group?"

"Join. My superior thinks highly of me, so of course I won't hesitate!" Monk Wei looked at Wang Ye's small body. He was so powerful at this age. He would be even more powerful in a few years.

Wang Ye laughed and said, "Welcome to join the children's group!" But in his heart he felt sorry for Lao Li.

Liu Pingjiang and Chen Changhe looked extremely ugly. They never expected that Wei Heshang, the most capable fighter in the prisoner-of-war camp, would be defeated in just one move. Who else could do anything now?

Wang Ye looked at the tangled expressions of the prisoners and said at the right time, "We don't have many members in the children's group, but we are well-equipped."

He took his equipment from Wang Su and said, "This is the German submachine gun MP40, the bolt-action rifle 98k, and we will add MP43 assault rifles later, mortars, tanks, etc.

As long as you follow our children's group, you will never be short of weapons and ammunition, and all of them are German equipment, much more advanced than the Japanese weapons."

Chen Changhe looked at Wang Ye, who was talking on the podium with saliva flying, and his heart moved. He was a person who graduated from a military academy and then went abroad to study.

He knew very well that even if these equipments were from abroad, they might not be genuine equipments. He asked carefully, "Captain Wang, do you have a channel to import them?"

"Of course!"

"Then why don't you contact the government? The Japanese are now vigorously attacking the government's army. If you can import these advanced weapons in large quantities, I believe the government will definitely not treat you unfairly!"

Chen Changhe thought that if he could connect Wang Ye with the government, he might be able to get a promotion.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Let's not talk about how many weapons and ammunition I have. It's still a question whether the government can afford so much money.

Besides, even if they can afford the money, this is enemy-occupied territory, how can I transport the weapons there?"

At this time, the most ragged group of people in the middle team spoke up. There were more than 200 of them, wearing straw sandals and thin clothes.

"Captain Wang, I'm Zhao Shengzheng, the battalion commander of the 113th Division of the Sichuan Army. If we join you, all the equipment you just mentioned will be given to us. Is that true?"

The Sichuan Army had the least supplies and fought the most brutal battles on the Anti-Japanese battlefield. How could he not know?

"Don't worry, Captain Zhao. Although I am small, I am still a man. A man's words are as good as his words. You can verify everything I say in the future.

As long as there is one untrue word, I will never stop you from leaving!"

Zhao Shengzheng turned around and looked at his 200 skinny, thinly dressed fellow villagers. "Brother, if you have any ideas, just say it now. If you don't have anything to say, we will follow Captain Wang. What do you say?"

"Captain Zhao, you are the higher-ranking officer, we listen to you. As long as this regiment commander Wang can equip us with weapons and ammunition, I can beat the damn Japs again, even if it means death!"

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army spoke Sichuan dialect and were still thinking about fighting the Japanese.

Zhao Shengzheng turned around and looked at Wang Ye, "Captain Wang, we are leaving our 200-plus Sichuan troops to you. As long as you can deliver on your promise, we will fight wherever you say!"

Wang Ye was overjoyed. There were people here. "Wang Dabao, take Captain Zhao and the others to the Japanese barracks to change clothes. Take out their cotton clothes for them to change into. These are our comrades.

Then take out the food and feed our Sichuan Army brothers, as we still have to travel!"