Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

Chapter 243 Flood washed away the Dragon King Temple

Lin Tian looked at the fellow villager in front of him, quickly reached out and held his hand tightly.

The fellow villager had a solemn look on his face. These devils were so well disguised.

"Hello fellow, thank you for your hard work. Here are ten dollars as a token of my appreciation. Please keep it."

When Lin Tian took his hands away, there were a few crisp sounds of dollars in Uncle Zhang's hands.

"Oh, Commander... I dare not accept it, I dare not accept it!"

Uncle Zhang hurriedly wanted to return it. Although he had been poor all his life, he still knew what was good and what was bad.

If he took the money today, his fellow villagers would definitely stab him in the back when he returned.

He must lure these people away as soon as possible and cooperate with the team to eliminate them.

Even if he died, he would be considered a martyr.

"Commander... I'll lead the way... I'll take you to find the Eighth Route Army..."

Uncle Zhang quickly made a gesture of invitation. He couldn't delay any longer. If he was discovered by these "devils", he would be in trouble.

"Report to the commander! We scouted that place when we came here, and there was not even a single person."

"Besides, the mountain roads are rugged and cannot be used by cars. The headquarters also needs cars. It doesn't look like that place can be used as a headquarters."

While Lin Tian was talking to his fellow villager, Zhou Long, the company commander of the 3rd Company, st Battalion, nd Infantry Regiment, who was sitting nearby to rest and was in charge of the security work, said.

Lin Tian was just about to ask Uncle Zhang, but after hearing what Zhou Long said, Uncle Zhang became nervous and his legs began to tremble.

This immediately aroused everyone's vigilance, especially the monk. As the platoon leader of Lin Tian's guard platoon, he had an unshirkable responsibility for Lin Tian's safety.

The fellow villager in front of us looks strange, but his every move shows that he is indeed one of our fellow villagers.

The monk's eyes immediately became alert.

Uncle Zhang was also very panicked at this time, thinking that he was doomed. This group of devils were indeed not simple. How could an ordinary citizen like him deceive them?

But the next second, Uncle Zhang's eyes became calm. Since he couldn't deceive them, he might as well take action here. He was an old man who went up the mountain to herd sheep and chop firewood, and he often hung a machete on his waist.

As long as he chopped down the young Japanese leader in front of him first, the other Japanese would definitely open fire. As soon as the gunshots were heard, the team would know.

"Ah! Go to hell, little devil!"

Although Uncle Zhang is old, he is still very fast. He shouted, quickly pulled out the axe from his waist, and chopped towards Lin Tian's head.

Lin Tian was shocked. Japs?

Am I a devil?

Lin Tian immediately realized that his fellow villager must have misunderstood. Just as he was about to dodge to the side, a thick arm stretched out from behind Uncle Zhang.

The monk was prepared and grabbed the back of the knife. His large hands, like pliers, held the axe tightly, then he pulled it out and threw it on the ground.

"I...I'll fight you!"

Uncle Zhang's eyes revealed a hint of determination. He was determined to bite the devil to death today even if he had to use his teeth.

"Hahaha, sir, what a misunderstanding, what a misunderstanding!"

Lin Tian quickly stepped aside. He couldn't hurt his fellow villager.

The monk was also confused, wondering how could I be a Japanese devil.

"Hey, fellow countryman! If you do this again, I won't be polite!"

"We are the Eighth Route Army, real Eighth Route Army!"

The monk grabbed Uncle Zhang, subdued him, and shouted with a stern face.

"Eighth Route Army? Stop pretending, kid. No matter how well you pretend, you can't escape my eyes!"

"Humph! Kill the little devil if you want. I admit defeat today!"

"I only regret that I didn't find someone to take the blame for me!"

"The team will avenge me. None of you can escape!"

Uncle Zhang spat and cursed, like a martyr who sacrificed his life bravely.

"Monk, what are you doing?! Let go!"

Lin Tian hurriedly cursed the monk, saying that this boy was too honest.

Although the fellow suddenly attacked, Lin Tiandu's reaction was also strong. After killing so many enemies, his physical fitness had long been improved to the top level by the system.

Not to mention such an old man, even a monk couldn't launch a sneak attack on him.

It’s just that he is usually in a command position and has no chance to show his skills.

This fellow villager obviously misunderstood them, so just explain it clearly.

The monk twisted my arm like a Japanese prisoner, almost making it into a knot.

However, Lin Tian really admired this fellow villager. He would rather die than surrender and was not afraid of the Japanese at all. The monk's move would have been so painful that even a soldier from the first division would have cried for his parents, but this fellow villager didn't say a word.

Upon hearing this, the monk quickly let go and said, "Fellow villager, please don't do that again. We are the Eighth Route Army. If you do that to our commander again, I...I will be furious."

Lin Tian is the monk's savior and idol, and he can't stand being attacked like this.

Uncle Zhang gasped in pain and rubbed his almost broken arm: "Humph! Don't think you can make me believe you by using the self-torture trick! You damn devils are the most cunning. I will never tell you where the team is even if you kill me!"

Lin Tian was speechless. This guy was good in every way, but why was he so stubborn?

I was determined to believe that they were the Japanese in disguise.

They even started fighting, but Lin Tian was in awe of the old man's patriotism.

He was alone, yet he dared to launch a surprise attack on the "enemy". You're really awesome.

"Uncle Zhang! Uncle Zhang! They are not devils! Not devils!"

"We made a mistake!"

At this time, Tiezhu's shouting came from the distant hillside.

Lin Tian and others heard the sound and looked, only to see a squad of soldiers on fast horses running towards them.

"Ah? You made a mistake?"

"Oh my, this, this, this... this is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. Family members don't recognize each other anymore!"

"Oh! I am an old man, so confused!"

"Commander...you...ah, I'm so sorry..."

When Uncle Zhang heard Tiezhu's words, he immediately reacted. If this was really a Japanese soldier, he would have been pierced into a sieve by the bayonet with that slash just now.

How can someone explain to me in a nice way for so long?

What’s infuriating is that he still insisted that the other party was a devil. Didn’t this hurt the feelings of the soldiers?

"Hahaha, it's okay, fellow. The Japs are very cunning, and you're always right to be cautious!"

Lin Tian laughed and said that this little misunderstanding was finally cleared up.

After a while, the fast horse and the iron pillar arrived in front of Lin Tian.

"Hello, Commander Lin! I am the squad leader of the headquarters communications squad. I am here to respond to General Lao's orders!"

The leader, with a dark face and a sturdy figure, jumped off his horse and saluted Lin Tian.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he gave people a very reliable feeling. After all, he is from the headquarters, so he is different.

"Hello, hello, thank you for your concern, Chief of Headquarters."

"The headquarters found a good place this time. Our own people couldn't figure it out for a long time, let alone the Japanese. Hahaha!"

"Please lead the way for us, squad leader!"

Lin Tian returned the greeting.