Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

"Hey, boy, who are you?"

"Does it matter who I am?"

Li Jiasheng was startled, and then he said to himself: "That's not important, who cares who you are, what does it have to do with us?"

He seemed to have figured it out, and went back to his palm-sized place to lie down.

The yard suddenly fell silent again.The bright moonlight had hung in the sky at some point, and the whole night was illuminated like day.

Han Feng could even see clearly every corner of the ruined temple, even every expression and every pore of these defeated soldiers with his bright eyes.

No one paid any attention to Han Feng, an unexpected visitor. These defeated soldiers were like a pool of stagnant water, and it was difficult to disturb them further.

Han Feng suddenly walked up to Jiang Long, pointed to the place where Jiang Long was lying, and said, "Brother, it's interesting to hear what you said just now. The place where you sleep belongs to you?"

"En!" Jiang Long turned over and looked at Han Feng with some doubts, not knowing what Han Feng meant by asking this.

Han Feng smiled and said, "Hey, then I'm surprised, this place doesn't have your name Jiang Long, so why is it yours?"

Well, here comes the troublemaker.

For these broken soldiers, it was their normal state to be like stagnant water.

If someone like Han Feng could stir up some movement in this pool of stagnant water, they would be eager for excitement.

Especially everyone was afraid of Jiang Long's fist, even if they couldn't do it themselves, they had long hoped that someone could challenge Jiang Long's authority.

This is the same reason as the inferiority of cowardly people. Enemies who cannot be defeated by themselves always hope to be defeated by others. At worst, to say something self-deprecating, he is not number one in the world.

Everyone got up from the ground, and even a silent Northeast skinny Tian Dahu looked at the two of them with interest through originally cloudy eyes.

And under the attention of so many people, Jiang Long was happy. This is a kind of loneliness that is too cold at the top, and it seems to be a kind of pleasure after meeting an enemy for a long time. He looked at Han Feng with indifferent eyes: "What do you mean? Just tell me, do you want to fight me?"

Han Feng shook his head, "I'm just tired and want to sleep at your place."

Jiang Long said: "There is no such cheap thing in the world. This place was beaten by me with my fist. If you want to sleep, you have to beat me."

Han Feng spread his hands, "There is no other way, we can only fight one game."

Everyone's eyes widened, waiting for the exciting next step. Who would have expected that Jiang Long got up from his straw bed and said with a smile: "Well, those who want to sleep in this place are often beaten, I see you It was quite fun to scold these mice just now, I won’t bully you anymore, if you want to sleep, I will let you sleep for a night!”

Everyone:

That's not what Jiang Long said to them. He was really angry. This kid was lucky to meet Jiang Long and show mercy.

But what was unexpected again was that Han Feng just shook his head, "The ones given by others are called charity. If I want to sleep in your place, I have to take it in a dignified way."

"Uncut?"

"You can think the same way. I heard that the strong men in the Northeast fight fiercely. I don't know how the little devils drove you away so easily, but you can treat me as a little devil now."

Jiang Long's face turned ugly, "Then I might kill you."

"I hope you can do it!"

"Master Long, what the hell, let this kid know that this is not a place for him to be arrogant."

"That's right, grandma, I really don't want to take our broken soldiers as soldiers."

"Throw this kid out in a while."

The crowd clamored and cheered for Jiang Long.

Jiang Long was really angry at the moment, he wanted to save face, so many brothers watched and applauded, why not show his hands to consolidate his unique status as the emperor of the land, he began to move his shoulders, waved his Fist, slowly approaching Han Feng.

"It's hilarious!"

"There's another good show to watch."

"I hope this new kid can hold on for a while longer, and don't lose so ugly."

While everyone was talking, with a creak, the half wooden door of the ruined temple was pushed open again, and Monk Wei rushed in.

The monk glanced at Han Feng, and said urgently, "Third Brother."

Jiang Long was taken aback, the two seemed to know each other, and they were both quite strong, he said arrogantly: "Come on, you bastard, you two go up together."

The monk froze, Han Feng said: "Why did you come so soon, where is your sister? Are you all packed?"

The monk said: "Still at home, third brother, we can't leave for the time being, the situation is not good, I just did a survey outside the village, and a team of devils is coming towards the village."

Devils are coming! ! !

The rout soldiers were taken aback. Seeing the monk's expression, it seemed that he was not joking.

Han Feng's face was also solemn, "How far away?"

The monk said: "Just wander around the other side of the mountain, follow the direction they wander, and sooner or later you will find Nancun."

"Have you notified Nancun's defense?"

"Notified, but everyone is scared and doesn't know what to do. Master Dong has gathered people together and is discussing countermeasures."

The conversation between Han Feng and the monk was heard verbatim by the defeated soldiers.

Jiang Long, who was still warming up, froze, Captain Sun Shu's expression froze, his eyes widened, Li Jiasheng was already in a hurry to get dressed, and the surrounding soldiers also heard the news.

The devil was coming, and the news quickly spread among the routs like a storm, and everyone with panic and bewilderment on their faces squeezed out of the room.

Han Feng said: "How many people are there in the Nancun defense?"

The monk said: "Seven to eighty people, but I heard that there are only more than 80 guns."

"56 pieces, less than 300 rounds in total." Jiang Long said, "The guns were all taken from us, I know."

Lieutenant Liu Defa smiled wryly, "It's over, it's all over, now even Nancun is over, let's hurry up and run away!"

The monk seemed to have noticed Jiang Long and the others just now, and he asked suspiciously: "Third Brother, these people seem to be Guo Jun?"

Han Feng said: "Yes, it looks like it belongs to the 98th Army."

The monk was overjoyed, "Really, Nancun is saved. I think they must have at least 300 people, just a small team of devils, no problem."

Li Jiasheng glanced at the monk, "Crazy."

"I've packed it up, run first to survive, have you all packed up? Let's go first."

The monk was stunned, "Let's go? Where are you going? Aren't you soldiers of the 98th Army? The devils are coming to the village soon, hurry up and kill the devils to protect the villagers!"