Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

564 go together

"It's still the same sentence. I am the commander of the regiment and I have to be responsible for the whole regiment. It is impossible for me to let a battalion commander desert when the battle is so tight."

Monk Wei's expression darkened, but he also knew that his request was too much. Thinking about it in another way, he couldn't even find a reason to convince himself.

Han Feng said: "Besides, I agreed to you, but after our base area is stabilized, we will take your sister to live in the base area. What's the rush now?"

"The devils gather here in large numbers. Even if we attract the devils' attention, Nancun may still be in danger of being invaded by the devils at any time. I'm worried."

"Worried about the little devil entering the village, your sister is in danger?"

"I"

"Okay, you don't need to say any more, I'll say the same thing, if you consider it from the perspective of me being the regiment commander, I will never approve your lie, let alone watch you desert as a battalion commander. "

The monk felt bitter, and then heard Han Feng continue to say: "But having said that, besides being the head of the regiment, I am also your brother of Wei Dayong. What is the purpose of a brother? If a brother doesn't support you at a critical moment, who will you?" behind you?

You're right, the devils have been wandering around Nancun, and if they can't do it, they'll get in. I'm afraid you alone won't be enough.

Just a word, you can go, I will go with you, don't think about other people, I will accompany you out of brotherhood, but if you want to bring other people, that is me, the head of the regiment Favoritism due to public affairs. "

Seeing the monk's overjoyed expression, Han Feng said with a stern face, "Don't be moved too early, my boy, I agreed to go to Nancun with you, not all because of your good friend.

I heard that there was a group of broken soldiers in the ruined temple in Nancun, the number of them was quite large, and it should be related to the 98th Army.

This is interesting. As far as I know, in the Battle of Zhongtiaoshan, 11 people from 25 Guojun armies collapsed at the first touch, Zhongtiaoshan fell directly, and only the 98th Army remained in the war of resistance.

And this broken army seems to be the soldiers of the 98th Army. What are they doing here in Nancun?Isn't it fighting?Where is their commander?

I was quite curious, so I took the opportunity to take a look. "

After making up his mind, Han Feng didn't care about the monk's gratitude. After he explained to Duan Peng, Lao Hei and others the task of crossing the Qinhe River westward.

The team continued westward, while Han Feng and the monk quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests, heading towards Nancun.

Talking about the 98th Army while walking on the road, Han Feng once thought that in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, the reason why the Chinese soldiers were defeated so quickly, even if they were tragic and heroic, there were not a few soldiers shrouded in horse leather on the bloody battlefield. After all, it was defeated, and the defeat was a complete mess.

The reason, of course, is one of the equipment and the quality of the army.

However, due to the mixed composition of the army, the good and the bad, and the lack of fighting spirit, there are too few soldiers with the courage to fight the enemy to the end. This is also an undeniable fact.

It is futile and hopeless for a huge organization to support the whole sky with just three or two excellent people.

"So the 98th Army's ability to persist in the war of resistance after its defeat seems a bit commendable, but such teams that persist in the war of resistance can be found everywhere in our Eighth Route Army."

The monk agreed, and said: "What the third brother said is absolutely right. I came from the Central Army. I have the deepest feeling for these two teams. I am not like a political commissar. I can talk about big things, but I The most profound point that can be felt is that our Eighth Route Army is a team with faith, as our organization promotes, and faith can overcome all difficulties. Just two things."

Han Feng was surprised that the monk still had such emotion. He smiled and asked, "Oh? Which two things?"

"Money, and women."

Hahahaha

"Monk, I just realized that you kid can still say such brilliant words!"

Just as he was talking, he saw the outline of Nancun from a distance, and it was still peaceful. The monk took a look and finally felt relieved.

"Let's go, monk, go find your boy's best friend."

The monk reiterated again, "Third brother, Xiaoyu is really not my friend, I really treat her like a younger sister."

"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, sister, it's my sister, it's really her luck to find a brother like you, monk!"

The two talked and laughed all the way, and the monk was often teased by Han Feng. When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the two were discovered by the civil defense of Nancun. Of course, the premise was that the two had never thought of hiding.

"Stop, who?"

The monk stared: "Didn't you see the military uniform on my body? The Eighth Route Army, I'm here to find my sister."

The sentinel was taken aback, "You are the Eighth Route Army? Do you know the New Third Regiment?"

Han Feng was suspicious, and said: "The two of us are soldiers of the New Third Regiment. Our regiment leader is Han Feng, and political commissar Xu Zilin."

"It's you, Congzi, let me go." The sentinel said quickly, and the two stepped aside, signaling that Han Feng and the monk could enter the village at will.

Han Feng smiled and said, "Do you know the New Third Regiment?"

Congzi said: "Of course we know each other. The New Third Regiment of the Eighth Route Army even saved our village! He is our Nancun's great benefactor."

This Han Feng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the difficulty of mass work made Xu Zilin helpless. The ordinary people of Nancun, who were almost impervious to water, were still unequivocal about right and wrong.

This time, the attitude of the villagers towards the two was obviously very different.

Along the way, not only was no one on guard, they even brought some fruit and tea for the two of them.

After finally getting to the door of Shi Fangyu's house, the wooden door and the bluestone slabs are still there, and the people in the courtyard are dilapidated, but the mud and flowers on the side of the bluestone slabs outside the door are gone.

The whole yard seemed to be quiet because of this, and there were no other people shouting back and forth.

The monk stood at the door and hesitated, even a little embarrassed. Han Feng kicked him with a smile, and said, "You still say that you are not a good friend. How can a brother have so many worries when he sees his sister? Go in, talk for as long as you like, What do you want to do, I will go to the ruined temple in the south first to see what the group of defeated soldiers look like."

With that said, Han Feng knocked on the wooden door for the monk, then turned and left with a smile.

From far away, Han Feng seemed to vaguely hear a conversation:

"Brother, it's you, you're back!"

"Well, I'm afraid that the devils will come to the village, so I came to see it."

"Come in, what are you doing at the door?"

"Hey!"

Finally, the monk's simple voice was heard, and the wooden door was closed, so no sound could be heard.

Han Feng shook his head with a smile. He thought to himself that this lumbering monk didn't know when he would be able to open his mind. It would be inconvenient for him to disturb his brother's beautiful affairs. He stopped thinking about it and strode towards the ruined temple.

565 Destroyed Soldiers

The distance to the ruined temple is not too close, it is considered to be the most remote place in the entire Nancun area. Han Feng went all the way without making any stops along the way.

When the dim setting sun left only the last strands of hair at the foot of the west mountain, the entire South Village was in the shade and had been covered by a huge shadow.

The serenity of the village at noon, when looking at it again at this "sunset and western mountains", it is a bit more desolate, even the people in the whole village lose their spirits, one by one closed the wooden door tightly early, and rested in the house.

The lack of food leads to the lack of nutrition, and the lack of nutrition leads to the lack of energy in the whole person. It is rare to see children playing around in the village, or even see a few children. Most of them are old people and women who are dying. people.

The whole Nancun is like an old man hobbled on crutches, and it may take several hours to walk three or two steps.