Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Of course, it's no wonder that he looked around, didn't they all run away!

Those officers escaped the fastest, and they were protected by special guards when they escaped.

The officers have all run away, and the positions have been lost. If these soldiers continue to fight stubbornly, what if their heads were kicked by a donkey?

Li Jiasheng continued to fiddle with the rifle in his hand, and he kept pulling the bolt, quite sure that this time he would never repeat the humiliation he suffered last time.

Everyone seemed to be thinking about something, even many of the soldiers who hadn't been given guns.

It is good to have thoughts, but if you think too much, you will be afraid.

Han Feng turned his head and said: "Soldiers who defend their homes and the country and die on the battlefield, no one knows when they will be honored, but we were born in this world, even if we leave, we must leave some traces, at least three years. Do you two know your name?

No one is immortal in a war, if you are dead, but no one remembers your name, then it is a big loss!

The team continues to move forward, and the first person in the queue tells the people behind you what your name is. "

The team was shocked and responded immediately.

"Brother, my name is Dong Xu, you must remember it well, in case I die, you have to point to my dead body and tell everyone that this is Dong Xu."

"I remember."

"My name is Dabao, because my parents love me, and my name is easy to remember, so don't forget it."

"Don't worry, I won't forget it, even if you die."

Sun Shu turned his head, "Everyone always likes to call me Shou, Shou is not a good name, my name is Sun Shu, I am a book of Four Books and Five Classics."

"Losing captain, don't worry, your name is easy to remember, if we lose another battle, the brothers will remember you right away."

The team laughed again.

Only Jiang Long, who usually loves to laugh, didn't laugh. He has a heavy responsibility now, and he can feel Han Feng's important use of him. First, he has the right to distribute more than 50 guns, and now he has to command the charge of the follow-up team.

But Jiang Long looked back at the team behind him, this team was about to follow him to charge the Japanese army and engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Carrying hoes, shovels, rakes, and even bare hands, the whole team did not have a few bayonets. At a glance, they did not look like soldiers going to war, but farmers who were about to go to the fields to farm.

Jiang Long grumbled bitterly, "Commander, with our equipment, how can we use a hoe and shovel to fight a bayonet with other devils?"

Han Feng said: "What's the matter, do you think the equipment is poor? Let me tell you, this is considered good. You should all know that the Eighth Route Army was raised by stepmothers, and the equipment is extremely poor, but do you know how bad it is?

In most teams, two people can't carry a gun, and most of them are old sleeves. They didn't shoot a few shots on the battlefield. What, the old squad leader of the cooking class who didn't have good legs and feet took a kitchen knife and rushed to the front.

The kitchen knife was stained with blood, which was the blood of the enemy. Later, when the old squad leader continued to use the kitchen knife to cook for the soldiers, the soldiers ate more deliciously. Why?Because we just want to eat the devil's flesh, drink the devil's blood, and make the enemy frightened. "

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, no one doubted that it was a fake, and everyone had heard about the harsh conditions of the Eighth Route Army.

Han Feng said: "So, don't complain, our conditions are considered good, and this time the opponent is even weaker, it's just a small team."

It seemed easy for a Japanese army team to speak from the mouth of the regiment leader. The soldiers did not know how many times they had heard the regiment leader belittle the little devil like this.

After hearing a lot, if the devil's ferocity still remained in his memory, Qu Bing really felt that the little devil was like that.

When approaching the ambush point, the team fell silent, and Wumingpo arrived.

Han Feng waved his hand to indicate that the reinforced platoon of 56 people was scattered on the left and right sides of Wuming Slope, and the others were also lying in ambush in the soil depressions on both sides.

The bright moonlight swayed on the dark land, diffusing bright colors.

Without Han Feng's order, all the soldiers subconsciously became quiet when they sensed the upcoming battle.

More than 300 black shadows crawled on the ground, quietly, motionless, even the occasional chirping of insects around them was so clear and pleasant, quietly echoing in the forest.

I don't know how long it took, probably because the mountains and forests are too deceptive, the little devil lost his way, and finally found this unnamed slope.

Babbling Japanese faintly came from a distance, and then disappeared quickly.

In an instant, the nerves of all the soldiers who were on alert immediately tensed up.

See you again, little devil!

Han Feng said in a low voice, "You all lower your heads to me and listen to my gunshots. Without my order, no one is allowed to be exposed."

575 Battle ([-])

It is pure nonsense to say that devils are not good at night combat. To be precise, the Japanese army also advocates close combat and night combat.

Especially after the first invasion of the Chinese battlefield, the Japanese army could often fight more with less by virtue of their superior equipment and firepower. Therefore, a large number of anti-Japanese armed forces began to use night combat and close combat to deal with the Japanese army.

The devils began to train, advocating close combat and night combat in the army.

So it is very stupid to say that the little devil completely loses his combat effectiveness when it gets dark.

Most of the time, after the sky was dark, the Japanese army ordered to stop the attack, just because it was too dark when fighting at night, firstly, it was easy to hurt their own people, and secondly, it was difficult to find the firepower strike point.

If it is time to fight night battles, the combat effectiveness that the Japanese army can unleash in night battles should not be underestimated.

The moon and stars are scarce tonight, not that there are really fewer stars, but because the moon is too round and too bright, it covers up the brilliance of other stars.

Under the light of this bright moon, night is like day.

To be honest, for Han Feng to lead his team to fight an ambush on the unnamed slope, it would be better to choose the kind of night that is neither dark when you can't reach your fingers, nor a night where the moon and stars light up the night like day.

Because the former can't see anything, even marching is difficult, how can they fight if they can't see the enemy?

The latter is because the night is like day, and the devils have better sightlines. If they want to take advantage of the cover of the night and wait until the Japanese army approaches, they will suddenly launch a melee attack, so that the Japanese army's superior firepower will be lost. It will be discovered by the Japanese army first, and it will be attacked by surprise, and the loss outweighs the gain.

So to fight this kind of night ambush, it is best to choose a night where the moonlight is not too bright, you can barely see things, and you won't reach out to wipe the darkness.

As for tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, so it is not particularly suitable for night battles.

The soldiers crawled quietly, and the footsteps of the Japanese army echoed from far to near in this empty and dead mountain forest. Han Feng turned his head and noticed the expressions of Jiang Long and others beside him.

Jiang Long's knuckles turned white due to excessive pressing on the rifle in his hand. In the already chilly night, fine beads of sweat could be vaguely seen on his forehead.

Basket and Goblet kept swallowing saliva, moving its throat up and down.

Liu Defa's eyes were fixed on the direction of the Japanese soldiers' footsteps.

All the soldiers with guns in their hands were all energized, tensed their nerves, and tightened their rifles, but no matter how Han Feng looked at them, their expressions seemed to reveal some fear.

Probably because I have lost many battles, and I am afraid of devils when I see them!

Don't look at Guawazi's impassioned words before going to the battlefield, but now the hand holding the gun is trembling.

As for those warriors who didn't even have guns and were holding hoes and shovels, they were lying tightly on the ground, temporarily unable to see their expressions.