At the Independent Brigade Engineer Battalion, a three-on-one contest is going on.

One of the three men was holding a wooden rifle with a thick white cloth wrapped around the tip.

The man facing them held a large knife tied with red cloth. The large knife was about one meter long, and the sharp tip was glowing with a cold light.

"ha!"

The three men holding wooden guns let out a loud roar and stabbed the person opposite with their guns.

"Oh, it's still the same old thing, no progress at all!"

Han Mo shook his head slightly when he saw the actions of the three people.

The wooden gun had already burst forward, and with a sinister smile on his lips, he faced it with his sword.

"clang!"

The big knife in Han Mo's hand was raised upwards with strong wind, directly separating the wooden gun in the first person's hand.

The sword and gun connected, and the huge force shocked the man holding the wooden gun to numbness. Before he could gather his strength again, Han Mo's sword had already cut into his neck. He dropped the wooden gun and knelt on the ground in pain.

After killing one person, Han Mo's movements did not pause at all. Almost at the same time that the big knife was slashing at the neck of these people, Han Mo's heavy fist with his left hand hit the second person's face with the inertial force of his whole body.

Immediately, blood burst out from the second man's mouth and nose. This heavy blow made his head buzz and stars appeared in his eyes. He shook his head and slowly fell down.

Han Mo's forward momentum did not diminish. He took a big step to avoid the third wooden spear that was thrust towards him. After the two sides took a step away, he swung his sword back and cut the third man in half.

"ah!"

Although Han Mo always faced the enemy with the back of his sword, every time he drew the sword with great force, the person who was struck in the back curled up and fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

Within ten seconds, the winner was decided, and Han Mo was the only one standing with a knife in the audience.

"Oh, it's so boring. Why don't any of you be able to fight?"

Han Mo turned a blind eye to the three people who fell to the ground and screamed in pain. He looked at all the soldiers in the engineer battalion with a mocking look on his face.

The people he was fighting just now were three Japanese prisoners. Almost every day, Han Mo would pick out a few unconvinced people to fight with him.

Since he served as the battalion commander of the engineer battalion, the Japanese soldiers in the battalion have basically fought against him, and whether it was one-on-one, three-on-one or five-on-one, the winner was always Han Mo.

Han Mo's sarcastic words at this moment did not arouse the anger of the soldiers. Hundreds of them lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

The Japanese, such as Susumu Koizumi and Ohta, did not dare to show angry expressions on their faces because they had all learned the battalion commander's broadsword skills.

Arrogant, really too arrogant.

Strong, so strong that they can't even match it.

Han Mo is in an invincible state in the engineering camp.

A few days ago, the Government Department sent more than 200 bandits to the engineering battalion. Although these bandits looked depressed when they arrived, their bodies were still intact.

Just a few days after arriving at the engineering camp, the bandits' faces were covered with bruises, they were walking with a limp, and their bodies seemed to have been severely injured.

There is no doubt that they are also defeated by the battalion commander.

At this point, Han Mo completely conquered the entire engineering battalion.

As long as he stands in front of him with a big sword, the Japanese, who were once proud of their stabbing and martial arts, will have to surrender obediently.

Jiang Dong appointed Han Mo as the battalion commander of the engineering battalion in order to frighten the Japanese prisoners. Now it seems that the effect is surprisingly good.

"Bah bang bang..." Liu Changzhi, the deputy battalion commander of the engineering battalion, clapped his hands excitedly, "The battalion commander's sword skills are getting better and better every day, I admire him!"

If we want to say who was the first person to be punished by Battalion Commander Han Mo, it was none other than Deputy Battalion Commander Liu Changzhi.

Han Mo beat Liu Changzhi to the ground on the first day he arrived at the engineering camp, and the latter lay in bed for three days before he recovered.

From then on, Liu Changzhi became Han Mo's little fanboy. He could not be beaten again and again, so he could only follow behind and slap him, so that at least he would not be beaten again.

"Hmph!" Han Mo was not interested in Liu Changzhi's flattery. Seeing that no one dared to fight with him anymore, he had no choice but to wave his hand and said:

"Go away, go away, go to training, you are a bunch of trash!"

After hearing this, everyone heaved a sigh of relief and rushed to escape from Han Mo.

Han Mo knew very little about the training content of engineers, so he simply handed over all daily tasks to Deputy Battalion Commander Liu Changzhi. After taking off his shirt, he practiced his sword skills one by one under the scorching sun.

"Captain Han!"

A communications soldier from the staff stood in the distance and shouted loudly,

"The brigade commander ordered you to go to the brigade headquarters. You have a mission!"

The communications soldier knew that the battalion commander of the engineer battalion would train with whomever he caught, and he didn't want to get beaten, so he had to stay away.

"There is a mission!"

Han Mo was overjoyed, hurriedly put away his knife and dressed, and rushed to the brigade headquarters happily.

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"Brigadier, what mission do you have for me?" Han Mo asked expectantly.

"Sit!" Jiang Dong also heard about what Han Mo did in the engineering camp. He poured a glass of water and put it in front of Han Mo.

"You've pretty much wiped out the Japanese in the engineering camp. Let them go for now. I still hope they will build fortifications for the combat troops. You can't beat them all down."

Han Mo was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and he hesitated and said:

"The main reason is that they are so inexperienced that they can't blame me!"

Jiang Dong shook his head, "You!"

"That's right!" He brought the topic back to business,

"Recently, people are very enthusiastic about joining the army. The guard camp has recruited more than a thousand recruits. Go to the guard camp and see if any of the new recruits have practiced martial arts."

"If you can find about 100 people, I will ask the staff to set up a sword team directly under the brigade headquarters, with you as the captain and responsible for leading the team training."

It has only been ten days since the regiments left Jin and the city has passed. In these ten days, the third act of the White-Haired Girl was staged.

Since the previous two acts attracted countless people to watch, this third act is a climax, a turning point in the whole play, and the number of viewers is approaching 100,000.

In this scene, the kind and pure Xi'er burst out with an extremely strong spirit of resistance, especially those few words she cursed to heaven, which made tens of thousands of viewers excited and shouting in joy.

With the blessing of drama and the efforts of independent brigade government and workers' cadres, countless young people from surrounding areas came to Jincheng and joined the independent brigade.

The recruitment office in Jincheng is busy every day, and batch after batch of young people are sent to training camps.

The Independence Brigade is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When he heard the news that the sword team was to be formed, Han Mo stood up excitedly. He was unable to use his full strength in the engineering camp and was feeling uncomfortable.

"I promise the brigade commander that as soon as the Broadsword Team is formed, I will definitely train them well. It won't be long before I can take the Broadsword Team to the battlefield to see the little devil's head!"

"Yeah." Jiang Dong asked Han Mo not to get too excited, "You are a master in this field, I believe you."

"As long as the broadsword team performs well on the battlefield, I will set up one in each regiment and use it as a sharp sword!"

"Go ahead and select the soldiers first!"

"yes!"

The art of swordsmanship cannot be mastered overnight, and it can even take three to five months to get started.

The vast majority of soldiers in the independent brigade should still focus on practicing bayonet. The most Koto can do is to set up a sword team in each regiment, hoping to perform miraculously in night battles and stabbings.

Another point is that Han Mo is indeed a very capable person, and Jiangdong does not want to see such talents wasted in the engineering camp.
Chapter completed!