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Wang Liang, who had entered the War of Resistance, realized that as long as he killed the Japanese, he could obtain weapons, equipment, a basic arsenal, a clothing factory, an advanced pharmaceutical factory, and other rewards.
Therefore, the codename of one of them was "Wolf Fang", which made the devils terrified.
The army was born.
Li Yunlong: "Mountain Cannon Battalion, Machine Gun Battalion, Cavalry Battalion, Armored Battalion, Rocket Cannon Battalion, Aerial Unit, Military Dog Unit, Communication Unit, Anti-Fraud Unit, Field Hospital, Munitions Factory, Farm…You, Crazy Wang, are really a rich man. But what does this anti-fraud team do?"
"A Japanese regiment was wiped out?" Beautiful! Which division did it? What was that? The Wolf Fang Regiment of the Eighth Route Army?"
Wang Liang: "Let me introduce you. Our Wolf Fang Regiment's political commissar (in charge of intelligence) Zheng Yaoxian, deputy regiment commander (in charge of military) Zhou Weiguo, chief of staff Li Daineng, and logistics director Ding Abacus."
"Wang Sang, I've seen your sincerity. I welcome you to join us." You are now appointed as the Chief Financial Advisor of the Ministry of Finance and the Department of Economics of the General Administration of Public Security of Jin Province, the Inspector of the Police Department and the Chief of the Security Section, and the Inspector General of the Third Group of the Public Security Army."
Zhou Mingrui imaginou quando se virou e caminhou em direção a um espelho de vestir rachado. Alguns passos depois, uma figura de cabelos negros, de constituição mediana e olhos castanhos apareceu claramente à sua frente. A pessoa tinha um ar erudito distinto para ele. Este é o meu presente? Klein Moretti? Zhou Mingrui ficou atordoado momentaneamente. Como não havia iluminação suficiente à noite, ele não conseguiu ver algo claramente. Ele continuou em frente até que ele estava apenas a um passo de colidir com o espelho. Usando o luar carmesim como iluminação, ele virou a cabeça e examinou o canto da testa. Um claro reflexo apareceu no espelho. Seu templo tinha uma ferida grotesca com marcas de queimaduras ao longo de sua periferia. O sangue manchava os arredores da ferida e havia sucos cerebrais branco-acinzentados se contorcendo lentamente para dentro.