That night, Jiang Hao camped on the spot.
The next morning, after breakfast, the system beeped.
[It has been detected that the host lacks a main battalion commander, and three options are now provided!
[Option 1: There is a warrior named Zhang in the nearby Xiaozhang Village who happens to be home to visit relatives. If he can conquer him, he will be rewarded with 5,000 military merit points! 】
[Option 2, independent training, after long-term inspection and training, select talents, and reward 6,000 military merit points! 】
[Option three, apply to the superior organization, make a report, send cadres to serve as battalion commanders, and be rewarded with 2,000 military merit points! 】
Jiang Hao thought that someone would bring him a pillow when he felt sleepy.
Although there are three options, option 2 is to train independently, but now the war is tight, how can there be so much time to train.
It is even more impossible to apply to a three-way organization. What the Eighth Route Army lacks most now is cadres, especially military cadres.
So I chose one without hesitation.
Jiang Hao squatted on the ground, unfolded the military map he carried with him, and found that Xiaozhang Village was not far away, only more than ten miles away, so he and Shen Quan led the special agents to rush over.
But when they arrived at Xiaozhang Village, Jiang Hao and Shen Quan were stunned.
There are ruins and scorched earth everywhere.
There are also piles of charred corpses on the threshing floor at the east end of the village.
Just an hour ago.
On the threshing floor at the east end of the village, the brutal Japanese army gathered all the more than 100 people in the village.
Then they lit a pile of firewood in the center of the threshing floor, threw the living people into the haystack one by one, and burned them alive.
In this way, the Japanese army "appreciated" the indescribable misery of the common people.
And enjoy it!
…
Jiang Hao relied on experience and knew that Xiaozhang Village had just been raided and massacred by Japanese soldiers.
"Captain, we are still a step too late, and the people here will suffer!"
"Yes, these beasts are so heartless that they won't even spare the elderly or children!" Jiang Hao said angrily when he saw this shocking scene.
"We want to avenge the villagers!"
"Revenge, pay with blood!"
…
The guards and soldiers who followed Jiang Hao were all very angry.
At this moment, Jiang Hao found a strong young man in his twenties hurriedly running to the threshing floor.
"Mom, where are you!"
"Mom, I finally tricked my boss into coming back!"
"Be prepared to accommodate you well and let you enjoy happiness!"
"Mom, I miss you!"
He kept digging into the pile of charred corpses.
I opened one after another, but they were all black, and I couldn't tell their appearance.
The young man got angrier and angrier.
Tears flowed down.
Then he roared again:
"You little devil who rides on a horse, I'll take care of you!"
"You little devil, I'll fuck your eighteenth generation of ancestors!"
"You little devil, when you reproduce, the boys will not have penises and the girls will not have butts!"
…
Faced with the young man's roar.
Jiang Hao walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
"Brother, your name is Zhang Dabiao!"
"You, how did you know that my name is Zhang Dabiao?" Zhang Dabiao looked confused, with a big question mark above his head! He looked at Jiang Hao, who he didn't recognize.
"Brother, I not only know that your name is Zhang Dabiao, but I also know that you are a company commander of the sword company under Song Zheyuan of the 29th Army of the National Government!"
"You, are you a spy? How come you know so much about me?"
"Hey, I don't do spies. Besides, I'm not interested in spies. I'm only interested in talents, so why not do this!"
Jiang Hao sold it out.
"What better?"
"I see that your family was killed, and you hate the Japs so much, why not join our Eighth Route Army! Let's fight the Japs together!"
"Eighth Route Army, Tubal Army, haha, forget it then. You are just a miscellaneous army. You are still using old sleeves. You can deal with a few bandits. When it comes to fighting the Japanese, you have to rely on the Central Army. If not, we have to rely on the Northwest Army. Army, Jin-Sui Army."
Hearing what Zhang Dabiao said, Jiang Hao knew that this man knew very little about the Eighth Route Army.
There is even some prejudice.
"Looks like the facts have to speak for themselves!" Jiang Hao immediately called the guard platoon leader over, "Wang Dashuan, go and get the guy with the new equipment from our regiment!"
"Yes, leader!"
Wang Dashuan immediately ordered people to bring over the Type 92 infantry gun, mortars, Maxim heavy machine guns, Czech light machine guns, and Mauser 98K.
"Wow, you also have such equipment!" Zhang Dabiao was quite surprised when he saw that all the equipment that the national army only had was equipped here on Tubal Road.
"What's wrong? It's unexpected. Let me tell you, if you work with us on the Eighth Route Army, you will have more good weapons than these in the future." Jiang Hao said.
Zhang Dabiao couldn't help but feel a little moved when he looked at these weapons. This was somewhat different from the poor Eighth Route that others preached.
Jiang Hao saw Zhang Dabiao's inner turmoil and started talking again.
"Besides, brother, wherever you go to fight the Japanese, just follow us on the Eighth Route Army and we won't treat you badly."
"I happen to have a vacancy for a battalion commander here. If you come here, I will directly appoint you as the battalion commander of the first battalion of the Independent Regiment."
"I know you are good at wielding swords. From now on, you will turn this battalion into a broadsword camp. Wherever the broadsword strikes, the enemy's head will fall to the ground!"
However, Zhang Dabiao is also a knowledgeable person. He has participated in the Battle of Xifengkou and has gone through dozens of large and small battles.
As the saying goes, all heroes will only be convinced when they see someone who is more powerful than themselves.
So you don’t just blindly worship any mountain you see.
Although he is a little excited now.
"Whoever I, Zhang Dabiao, want to do depends on whether that person has the ability to surrender to me. I usually like to play with knives. If anyone among you can defeat me with a knife, I will follow him. As for that person, It doesn’t matter if you’re not the battalion commander, as long as you can kill the enemy and fight the Japanese!”
Jiang Hao was about to pick up his cuffs, then Zhang Dabiao paused.
After all, he has already mastered the Hu Family Sword Technique gifted by the system, so he can give it a try today.
At this time, Shen Quan walked up to Jiang Hao, stopped him, and said: "Captain, what's the use of a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? I'll just go and meet him."
Then Shen Quan walked up to Zhang Dabiao and said with sharp eyes: "I heard from our leader that you are good at swordsmanship. Let me see it today!"
Immediately, Shen Quan pulled out a red-tasseled sword from the back of the soldier next to him and handed it to Zhang Dabiao.
He also pulled out a red tasseled sword from his back.
Zhang Dabiao took the sword and opened a stance with Shen Quan.
Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and the fallen leaves on the ground suddenly rose up, hitting the two of them in the face.
"Let's take action!" Shen Quan shouted loudly.
"Then take a look!" Zhang Dabiao was not polite at all.
Immediately a set of "Ape Gate Eight Steps and Thirteen Swords" was played.
The sword was fierce, and the sword hit the vital point.
But Shen Quan is an old man from the Fourth Front Army. He, Li Yunlong and Jiang Hao were all subordinates of Monk Wu. Monk Wu was born in Shaolin Temple, and his martial arts skills are not for show.
Shen Quan and others benefited from the fact that they were all his subordinates and had practiced the sword a lot.
Therefore, the two of them exchanged more than thirty moves, and their swords were curled up, but Zhang Dabiao still couldn't do anything to Shen Quan.
On the contrary, Zhang Dabiao was panting from exhaustion. In the winter, he was already covered in sweat.
Shen Quan was the same, his face was red and his whole body was hot.
When fighting against masters, there is no room for sloppiness or carelessness.
