"Why do you follow you?"

Dong Dao was a little confused about Li Yunlong's invitation.

All soldiers are like this, and they have a sense of arrogance at heart, so he needs a reason.

Li Yunlong smiled and said, "Don't you want to kill a few Japanese to avenge your brother?"

Dong Dao was stunned, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then he turned his head and looked at Li Yunlong tightly.

Li Yunlong didn't say much, and said directly: "I want to take revenge. Now I'll just be stupid for the Japanese forwards, just treat it as paying off the debt to your brother!"

A few words were very simple, but it went straight to the depths of Dong Dao's heart.

"As long as you kill the Japanese, I will always follow you!"

After saying that, Dong Dao stood up and walked towards Long Wen and the others.

Li Yunlong was in a good mood. He knew that from Dong Dao's eyes, he could confirm that Dong Dao must be a powerful general.

Li Yunlong could see just the momentum he had just drawn the knife.

Dong Dao's skills are probably not the same as those from himself and the special forces team, but there are really few people in the group who can beat him now.

At this moment, Long Weng was persuading the defeated soldiers with a smile on his face.

"Brothers, don't you, a big group of people, want to find a better way out?"

"What are you looking for? We just want to go home!"

A defeated soldier from the Sichuan Army said without even turning a reply.

"Where is your chief? Is he here now?" Long Weng continued.

"The chief is dead, so what is the chief?"

Long Wenhua was instantly overjoyed: "It's better than the commander, just follow us!"

"We have a whole regiment of troops, and the leader and deputy regiment commander are there. What are you worried about? There are so many people and great power!"

Li Yunlong heard this and turned around and looked at Meng Fan beside him.

"It's right that the leader is me, who is the deputy leader?"

Meng smiled annoyed and said, "Who else can it be? He is it himself, this kid sealed it for himself!"

Li Yunlong rolled his eyes: "He is a bad guy, I have never said this before."

Meng nodded in annoyance: "That's right, if you want to talk about this deputy commander, then you have to be the little master, I, no matter how you do it!"

Li Yunlong kicked him in the ass: "You guy is not much better."

"Hurry up, go and help!"

Meng Fan was speechless for a while, responded and joined the persuasion team.

At this moment, Long Wenhua continued to persuade him.

He didn't want to give up these more than 500 people. If all of these people joined the Sichuan Army, they would definitely be the backbone.

"I'm the Sichuan Army, the Sichuan Army is not afraid of death when fighting!"

Long Weng learned from Chuan Yan and shouted to the defeated soldiers.

"Grandpas, grandpas, I am your gray grandson. If you look back, the Japanese guys will touch the back of our butts!"

Long Wenhua danced with exaggerated hands and shouted at everyone: "We will work together to do the Japanese. Isn't it good to win a victory and a glorious Hui Chanda? Just say a man!"

He chattered like an old mom, but it was also useful.

The soldier who was secretly photographed finally stopped, looked at him helplessly, and discussed with his companions next to him.

"How about it, do you want to think about it?"

Seeing this, Long Weng said with a flattering look on his face.

With his attitude, I guess as long as these soldiers are willing to join, he will kneel down and call him grandpa, he will not hesitate to be the one who is loved by the baby.

Long Wenhua is this one person. In order to achieve his goal, he can play tricks and act like a scoundrel, as long as he can pull this group of people into the team.

"You want to know, do you think Long Weng can get these old men over?"

Meng Fan glanced at Long Weng, who was almost kneeling down to someone, said.

"Xiaoba, these turtle sons were beaten to death, and they still hoped that they would fight the Japanese? It's impossible!"

I spitted and said with some disdain.

There were many Sichuan people in the team, many of whom were his fellow villagers, but he was very disgusted with these people who were greedy for life and fear of death, and he simply lost their face.

The vanguard soldier was a little annoyed by his words and said helplessly: "Sir, we have changed several times along the way."

"That time wasn't a defeat? I really don't want to waste it anymore. We just want to go home!"

"That's right, too many people have died, and we don't want to spend our lives here."

"The Japanese are so fierce, where can we beat them?"

The defeated soldiers said everything you said, and I said it, the central idea was that the Japanese were so powerful that they just wanted to go home now.

The successive defeats have left them unable to see any hope.

This is, Li Yunlong came over with Dong Dao.

"Everyone wants to go back to Zenda? That's fine, but don't you plan to clean up the tail behind?"

"Where are they following them? Are you going to lead the way? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Li Yunlong's words suddenly aroused the reaction of the defeated soldiers: "How to solve it? You can't beat it, so you can only run away!"

"By the way, they have killed so many people, how can they still fight them!"

"Can't beat it? Have you beat it?"

Li Yunlong snorted coldly and pulled the bolt directly.

"The Japanese behind him are at best only one or two teams. You more than 500 people say you can't beat them?"

"Everyone of the Sichuan Army obeyed the orders and went to fight the Japanese with me, so that these scared guys can see how we fought the Japanese."

"Target, kill them by the Japanese scouts two kilometers behind!"

The entire Sichuan Army instantly burst out with a murderous aura.

They all remained silent, just holding the gun in their hands and rushed towards the Japanese forward with Li Yunlong.

The defeated soldiers who were resting on the spot were shocked when they saw this scene.

They looked at each other, but didn't know what to do.

"It's over, they're looking for death!"

"It's so impulsive, that's all he has, alas, nothing!"

Several defeated soldiers who were afraid of losing could not help but shook their heads. They had already sentenced Li Yunlong to death in their hearts.

But soon, one of the defeated soldiers suddenly stood up and said, "It's strange!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" his companion beside him asked in surprise.

The defeated soldier patted the soil on his body and said, "It seems that the way that person speaks is not our Sichuan dialect."

His companions were stunned: "Let's pull it, not all the Sichuan Army are Sichuan people."

"The serious Sichuan Army has long been broken up!"

"No!" The defeated soldier shook his head and said in thought: "His language is a bit like the northwest of Shanxi, and it has a bit of Northeast flavor!"

"Um?"

"What's going on? I've been with people from other places for a long time, so it's normal to have a little accent."

As soon as the soldier finished speaking, the defeated soldier immediately said, "It's different!"

"Most of his words are in the northwest Shanxi language, with a northeast accent, and I seem to have read his face in the newspaper before."

"It seems that there is a regiment commander named Li Yunlong on the Eighth Route Army who has these characteristics and is very good at fighting!"

His companion shook his head: "Langzi may, the commander of the Eighth Route Army will come here? Mozi joked about Lai!"
Chapter completed!