Low ridges, weak setting sun.

Rugged mountain roads and withered wild grass.

There are also three Eighth Route Army riding tall horses.

In the bleak northwest wind, hoarse and desolate singing came.

"In this life, people will fight one after another, not be slaves to the destruction of their country, not be ghosts to surrender..."

Wang Yan sang very well, and Wei Dayong and Sun Desheng were also fascinated by the sound of the sound of the mountain and unknowingly went up to the ridge.

The ridge is not high, only about a hundred meters, but the top of the mountain is quite steep, so it blocks the view. So it was not until I reached the top of the ridge that I found that someone was coming up from the opposite side.

Three Japanese cavalrymen came up opposite the mountain.

These three Japanese cavalry obviously did not expect to encounter Chinese cavalry.

Both sides were a little confused. After about half a second, both sides reacted almost at the same time.

The reactions of the cavalry on both sides were almost the same, and they both pulled out their sabers with their backhands, because the distance was very close at this time and it was too late to shoot.

"Chinese soldiers!"

"devil!"

Amid the shouts, both sides launched a charge at the same time.

In a blink of an eye, the two sides had collided.

"Clang clang clang!" Three crisp sounds of gold and iron clashes passed by, and the three Japanese cavalrymen were killed on the spot before they could scream.

The gap is too big!

Nowadays, Wei Dayong, Wang Yan and Sun Desheng are all advanced equestrians.

Equestrianism is an advanced one, even among Mongolian herders.

The Japanese cavalry's equestrian skills are at most primary, at least two levels away!

After killing the Japanese, Wei Dayong and Sun Desheng had not yet reacted, but Wang Yan shouted sternly: "Monster, go and bring back the run away horses."

"Old Sun, go ahead and see if there are any other Japanese."

Wei Dayong and Sun Desheng immediately left, doing their own things.

In less than a moment, Wei Dayong and Sun Desheng returned to their original place.

Wei Dayong brought back the two military horses that had been scattered, and Sun Desheng shook his head and said, "I have seen it. There are no other Japanese within five hundred meters in front."

"What's going on?" Wang Yan stared at the three separate corpses on the ground and frowned, "What are these three Japanese cavalrymen running to this ghost place for doing?"

Wei Dayong didn't like to use his brains, and he didn't even bother to say a word when he held the army and horse.

But Sun Desheng participated and said in a deep thought: "It's probably the Japanese reconnaissance cavalry."

"Impossible." Wang Yandao, "If it were the Japanese reconnaissance cavalry, there would definitely be a squad of cavalry behind him."

"That's true." Sun Desheng took off his military cap and scratched his bald head, and said, "Did he come to this area to sweep?"

"This is even more impossible." Wang Yan said, "How could the Japanese come out to sweep the enemy, and there are only three cavalrymen? And there are no puppet troops following you."

"That's right." Sun Desheng was confused, "What's going on?"

"Let's see which cavalry corps they are from." Wang Yan said and turned over and dismounted.

Walking to the corpse of one of the Japanese cavalrymen, Wang Yan squatted down and began to grop.

Wang Yan planned to find a soldier certificate for the Japanese cavalry, because in his impression, Chinese characters are often used in the Japanese certificate, and he might get some valuable information.

But what Wang Yan didn't expect was that as soon as his hand touched the corpse of the Japanese cavalry, a tingling sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and then a dark purple card fell down.

"Damn it!" Wang Yan immediately froze there.

Wei Dayong took out twenty box cannons and said anxiously: "Captain, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just saw this dog's body moving." Wang Yan said casually, and then used the card without hesitation.

A numb electric current instantly spread throughout the body.

It's still this familiar recipe and a familiar taste.

Then a strange memory poured into his mind like a tide.

Half a second later, the initiation was completed and Wang Yan already had the memory of Japanese.

Looking closely at the character interface, it has become:

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Name: Wang Yan.

Identity: Group leader.

Skills: Mastery of Cross-Cruci, Mastery of Shaolin internal martial arts, Mastery of Shaolin Boys, Mastery of Japanese, Advanced Iron Head, Advanced Assassination, Advanced Throwing, Advanced Equestrian.

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At this time, Wei Dayong came over to fiddle with the Japanese corpse.

While fiddling, he said curiously: "Will you move when you die? Did this Japanese devil cheat? I have never seen a cheat. Today I have to open my eyes."

"Go away." Wang Yan pushed Wei Dayong away and cursed, "What a corpse, I'm dazzled."

Wei Dayong sighed and said, "Captain, you are not very old, why are you so presbyopia?"

Wang Yan ignored Wei Dayong and turned his eyes to the headless corpse of the Japanese in front of him, thinking that this was not the first Japanese soldier he killed. Why did the Japanese who had been killed by him lose the card before, and just lose it?

Is it because the Japanese who were killed by him did not touch the corpse? Or something else?

While thinking, Wang Yan took out the soldier's certificate from the pocket of the Japanese military uniform.

I saw it said:

Name: A man from the ghost village

Military rank: First class soldier

Unit: 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 4th Regiment, 4th Regiment, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squadron, 2nd Squad

"The 4th Independent Cavalry Regiment?" Wang Yan murmured, "Isn't this the Black Island Regiment?"

The Japanese cavalry units are generally not organized separately. In fact, only the Mongolian army has a separate cavalry group, and the other cavalry are all assigned to divisions or mixed brigades.

Because the Black Island Wing belongs to the 4th Independent Mixed Brigade stationed in Yangquan, the official number is the 4th Independent Cavalry Regiment, and the Black Island Wing is just a habitual name.

Sun Desheng said in surprise: "Lao Wang, do you understand Japanese?"

"I understand a little bit." Wang Yan said casually, "We have a Japanese instructor from the Central Military Academy. I have learned Japanese from him for a few days."

"Captain." Wei Dayong also said curiously, "What is it written on it?"

Wang Yan said: "It's a soldier certificate. This Japanese man is called a man from the ghost village."

"A man in the ghost village? The name of the Japanese devil is Guli Weiwei." Wei Dayong said again, "Then is it written on it? What exactly are they doing when they come here?"

"Are you afraid you're a fool?" Sun Desheng said, "How could you write these on your soldier certificate?"

"You are a fool, your whole family is a fool." Wei Dayong immediately retorted.

"You guys have enough, it's messing up my mind." Wang Yan suddenly had a dark head. These two fools learned his online speaking language very quickly.

Wei Dayong and Sun Desheng snorted and ignored each other.

Wang Yan stroked his chin and continued to reason. These three Japanese cavalrymen were from the Hei Island Regiment. They were neither going to the countryside to sweep, nor did they conduct reconnaissance for the large army. So what were they here for?

This ghost place is at least twenty miles away from the Huting Staff.

Even farther than Kuitouling, where they ambushed yesterday.
Chapter completed!