Military researcher Zhou Weihua accidentally traveled to the Pingxingguan battlefield in 1937 and became the commander of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.
The beginning was a dead end - two Japanese squadrons were holding the battle, two reconnaissance planes were circling overhead, the entire regiment's ammunition was bottomed out, and more than half of the soldiers were injured.
Everyone said to withdraw.
He picked up a 38 cap, pointed it at the plane in the sky and pulled the trigger.
"Bang——"
An enemy plane dragged black smoke into the valley, and the whole place was silent.
Sakagaki Seishiro slammed the table and cursed angrily: "Find out for me who this Zhou Weihua is!"
Chu Longfei from the 358th Regiment came here because of his admiration: "I am determined to be your friend."
Zhou Weihua, on the other hand, just wiped the barrel of his gun and looked at the direction of the heavy concentration of Japanese troops on the map, with a sneer on his lips:
"What's going on here? Sakagaki, I've reserved your head."
