Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Gunshots continued all the way, and the Japanese army pursued them tirelessly, but those who wore shoes seemed to be unable to run barefoot in this mountainous area. In addition, the reconnaissance company quickly planted landmines on the way the Japanese army pursued.

After the team turned around the foot of an unnamed mountain, they completely threw off the Japanese pursuers.

"Regimental Commander, the little devils gain their wisdom by eating a pit. This place is easy to be ambushed. There are not enough of them, and the follow-up reinforcements have not arrived yet. It seems that they don't dare to chase them."

Han Feng laughed and said, "That's their fate. If they dare to chase here, I don't mind turning around and eating this devil."

The old gangster said: "It's just, commander, the puppet soldiers we captured before ran away a lot."

Zhou Daniu said bitterly: "These traitors are even more hateful than little devils. We should have used them as cannon fodder if we knew about it."

Hearing this, Han Feng suddenly had an idea. He asked, "How many puppet troops do we have?"

The old gangster said: "Leader, there are still 100 people!"

"Call me over."

"Yes."

More than 100 disgraced puppet soldiers stood in front of Han Feng in a crooked manner. Han Feng glanced over, and most of the faces he could see were panic and worry.

"Do you know who I am?"

For a long time, the puppet soldiers looked at me and I looked at you, but no one responded.

Han Feng said again: "The one with the highest official position among you stands up and shows me."

There was a commotion in the crowd, and a puppet soldier came out.

"Are you the most senior official?"

"Yes, Chief of the Eighth Route Army, Zeng Pu, squadron commander of the Imperial Association Army."

"Stop fucking nonsense, I didn't ask your name."

Han Feng seemed to have lost his temper at the moment. After speaking, he pulled out the Browning on his waist, opened the insurance, and pointed it at Zeng Pu's head.

Now Zeng Pumeng, didn't you say that the Eighth Route Army gave preferential treatment to prisoners?Why does this Eighth Route Army officer point his gun at other people's heads at every turn?

There are probably few puppet troops these days who are not afraid of death. Zengpu, who was still holding the last arrogance, panicked and turned into a soft-footed shrimp, lying on the ground in fright and begging for mercy, "Executive Eight Route Chief, please spare me!"

No one knew Han Feng's intentions, not even Zhou Daniu and Lao Hei, but no one stopped him.

If Xu Zilin, the political commissar, might have stopped her here, after all, shooting and killing the prisoners seemed to be in conflict with the discipline of the Eighth Route Army.

But Xu Zilin was not around, and no one in the whole regiment was obedient to Han Feng. No one would question any orders and actions of the regiment leader Han Feng.

Han Feng said, "Do you want to live? I'll give you a chance. You and your brothers can survive. Of course, if you don't want to live, I can shoot you right now. Don't tell me about the preferential treatment of the Eighth Route Army." Captive, captive? Are you worthy?

Although the little devil is hateful, but he vowed not to surrender and not to be a prisoner. I have to admire this, so he is considered a prisoner.

As for you, believe it or not, even if I order you to be killed now, no one will stop you. "

"I believe, I believe, you said, Commander of the Eighth Route Army, that we are willing to cherish this chance of survival."

Han Feng said: "Very well, what I want you to do is also very simple, put on the clothes of our Eighth Route Army, and rush eastward all the way for me, as for my intention, I believe you can understand, I need you to lure the little devil away .

But don't worry, for the sake of safety, I will send some brothers to follow you secretly all the way, if any of you dare to think about escaping or secretly reporting, they will shoot you all without hesitation.

I mean, you should know what to do, right? "

Zeng Pu said with a bitter face: "Commander Eighth Road, how can we survive? The devils may not be able to recognize us wearing your army's clothes. If they catch up with us, they may shoot and kill us."

Han Feng said: "That's your business. Have you seen that mountain in the distance? I just need you to climb over that mountain, and you can go wherever you like.

But I told you that after I climbed over that mountain, I took off the military uniform on my body. My reputation as the Eighth Route Army is not for you to smear. "

Zeng Pu thought for a while, if it was just that mountain top, it is unlikely that the Japanese army would catch up with them. After passing the mountain top, they would each run for their lives.

Thinking about this point, he quickly responded: "Don't worry, Chief Eighth Road, you are so gracious to spare our lives. I can guarantee that the brothers will definitely not escape, and we will definitely complete the task you gave us."

Han Feng waved his hands impatiently, "Okay, then you guys should hurry up and get on the road now!"

"Ah yes!"

Zeng Pu led the people to run all the way to the distant hill, wondering in his heart, looking left and right all the way, he didn't know if Han Feng really sent people to follow, but just to be on the safe side, he didn't turn over Before passing this mountain, I really didn't dare to have the slightest thought of running away.

"Old Hei, Daniel, let's go around the Wuming Mountain and head towards the east bank of the Qin River!"

"Head, do these puppet troops really ignore it?"

"Let them fend for themselves, it is best to attract the devils, even if the devils are not fooled, we have no big loss.

These two devils didn't have guns in their hands, they were just a group of rout soldiers, they couldn't even beat the civil defense team of the villagers, so there was nothing to be afraid of. "

"Yes."

"Set off."

"Yes."

The team set off, Han Feng followed at the end of the team, and the monk was beside him.

Han Feng was a careful person, and he immediately noticed that the monk's face was heavy, as if he had something on his mind.

Recalling that the monk was absent-minded during the hand-to-hand fight just now, and almost let the devil behind him sneak attack, Han Feng became more and more certain that the monk must have something to hide from him.

Han Feng walked to the side of the team and waved the monk over.

"Third brother." The monk was a little listless.

Han Feng frowned, "Monk, do you have something on your mind? When you fought the bayonet just now, with your kung fu, the little devil almost won it? What are you thinking?"

The monk seemed to be hesitant, but under Han Feng's questioning gaze, he could only lower his head and honestly said, "Third brother, can you take the team and leave first, and give me a few hours off?"

Han Feng said: "A battalion commander abandons his team and asks for leave during the war. Do you know what this means?"

"I know, but I'm not a deserter, and I'll be back soon."

Han Feng shook his head, "I am the leader of the regiment. As the regiment leader, I have to consider the whole regiment and be responsible for the soldiers of the whole regiment. It is impossible for me to give you a battalion commander a holiday at such an important time, even if I understand , we have now jumped out of the encirclement of the Japanese army, and the next step is as simple as moving to the west bank of Qinhe River."

"Ugh"

The monk sighed, his eyes were full of depression, he knew the truth of what Han Feng said, and he was even speechless.

Han Feng seemed to understand something, and said suspiciously: "Monk, I seem to understand something. Are you still thinking about your girl in Nancun, right?"

The monk blushed slightly, "Head, I promised her."