Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

People don't talk about it when they are alive, but when they are dead, they can't get back to the root cause, and they are still buried with the little devil. Don't you feel panicked? "

Hearing it on Lian Zhou, it made sense. He quickly retracted his hand in fright, and slapped his nose with his hand in disgust. Mom is disgusting."

Everyone could hear the conversation between Han Feng and Lian Zhou, so no soldier had the idea of ​​hitting the little devil's loincloth anymore.

"Everyone, hurry up, the battlefield must be cleaned quickly, that is, in this deep mountain, the battle took place in the middle of the night, on weekdays, according to the speed at which you cleaned the battlefield, you would have been surrounded by the devil reinforcements later. "

After Han Feng gave the order, the soldiers speeded up, and soon, the battlefield was completely cleaned.

More than 50 corpses of the devils were buried by the soldiers in the nearest place.

Han Feng's original words were, "The devil is an invader and a beast. If he is alive, we have to kill him. But if he is dead, in the spirit of humanitarianism, we will not say anything more. We can't let people expose their corpses in the wilderness." Bar?

Let their corpses serve as fertilizers for the great rivers and mountains of our motherland to redeem their unforgivable sins! "

"return."

When I came here, I wore the stars and the moon, a total of 321 soldiers.

When we returned, the moon was setting and there were only 253 people left.

The mood of the soldiers was a little depressed, but it was quickly diluted by the long-lost victory.

Cheering and celebrating all the way, each other described how they heroically killed the enemy in the ambush just now.

Jiang Long was holding a crooked chin, which he had captured on the battlefield just now, and he held it tightly in his arms after the capture, and would never let go no matter what anyone said.

As for the other light machine gun, it was snatched by Hunan soldier Li Jiasheng.

Now the corner of his son Jiang Long's mouth is full of complacency, "As soon as the battle started, three shots were shot at an enemy. The commander gave an order, and I was the first to rush out at that time. What about the little devil, bow-legged, shriveled One, with one shot dragged down, his head was still blown open, and in this battle, I killed three devils."

The three devils are indeed quite a lot, which is something that the defeated soldiers would never dare to imagine in the past.

You know, even a company of them may not have killed a few devils, and most of them are limited to bragging.

Li Jiasheng, who was also holding a machine gun, said happily, "I'm no worse than you. I'll maim one and kill two."

"Well done, killing one on the battlefield is better than killing one!"

The basket said: "There are too few devils to kill, so I will kill one."

"Being able to beat a devil to death is enough for you to brag about for half a year, Piaozi, you brat, just be ashamed!" Yu Laoyi sighed.

The corner of the basket raised its mouth, "Grandpa Yu, you are an expert at killing devils. You used to tell us how many devils you killed on the battlefield. What about this time? How many did you kill?"

Yu Laoyi stopped talking and coughed dryly twice, "My gun jammed after I shot it twice, otherwise I could have knocked down two devils without saying a word."

Oh

The crowd made a fuss and made the modal particle extraordinarily long.

As for those who retreated during the ambush just now, Jiang Long cursed a few words. After Han Feng glanced at him indifferently, Jiang Long closed his mouth and no one mentioned this matter again.

It's just that the people who did it were naturally guilty, and the rout soldiers who retreated before the battle all hung their heads. Even if someone killed the devil, they were too embarrassed to show it off.

Han Feng was well aware of the retreat of the rout soldiers.

But he is very clear that this kind of thing is not so easy to change.

After all, this is the first time on the battlefield, the first time to win a battle. For these defeated soldiers who have almost formed a habit and penetrated into the bone marrow, they can brake in time during the retreat, and then choose to follow Han Feng's first charge. After that, it was not easy.

Naturally, Han Feng didn't need to single out these people and reprimand them.

As the moon set on the western mountain, the team returned towards Nancun in the gradually dimming moonlight.

Han Feng ordered to light several torches, which was a signal he had discussed with Mr. Dong.

As long as the fire comes out, it means that the brave group has won and Nancun is safe.

On the contrary, the people of Nancun should start fleeing and transferring.

In fact, the place where Han Feng and his party fought was not too far from Nancun. Especially in this dead night, the sound of gunfire could be heard several kilometers away. The people of Nancun were lying on their beds, but no one really fell asleep. Just listening to the gunshots in my ears, I kept praying in my heart.

This battle is related to the survival of Nancun, the autumn of life and death, who can turn a blind eye?

When the gunfire gradually stopped, the hearts of the people were in their throats, and they didn't know who was victorious.

The villagers dressed spontaneously and came out of the house, and gathered at the entrance of the village. When they saw the three or five faint lights of torches in the distance, the crowd suddenly boiled, because they knew that this meant the triumphant return of the Houyong Troupe.

578 Honor

The sky is not bright.

People from the two parties faced each other at the entrance of Nancun Village. On the other side were the people of Nancun Village. Grateful, anticipating, excited, and fortunate, all kinds of emotions appeared on their faces, and finally turned into thunderous applause and cheers.

On the other side were the soldiers of the Houyong Regiment, who walked with their heads down when they walked, but raised their heads when they returned.

The words of Wu Feng, the head of the regiment, seemed to be still echoing in my ears: "What are you all doing with your heads down? Hold your heads up for me. We won the battle. We are the heroes who defended Nancun. Which hero have you ever seen with your head down? walking?

As for yesterday's mistakes, it's all because your victory today has been washed away, and no common people will remember your decadence, filth, and cowardice in the past, because today you are soldiers of victory, soldiers of the Houyong regiment.

Strut your head high and accept the honor we deserve! "

Jiang Long and his entourage straightened their chests. They couldn't remember how long it had been since they had behaved so uprightly.

It's a great feeling to be a human being again.

Nearly a thousand people from Nancun gathered at the head of the village. They looked at him and his party with gratitude and welcome. Everyone in the village cheered. This is the highest etiquette used to welcome the return of a hero!

The head of the regiment, Wu Feng, was leading the team at the front. His figure was not considered tall from behind, but all the soldiers of the Houyong regiment knew that it was because of the man in front of them that they brought their strength. The glory of the moment.

More importantly, this man took them back to find themselves, and finally no longer had to hide in a ruined temple like a gopher to live a life like a mouse.

All the warriors straightened their bodies like javelins, following the strutting figure at the front.

The figure of Han Feng fighting in the ambush on the slope still echoed in the minds of the soldiers, and the soldiers subconsciously felt that such a regiment leader must be accompanied by the most decent soldiers.

Therefore, even though everyone wore all kinds of tattered clothes, and some even wrapped devil clothes around their bodies, fearing that people would misunderstand them, they simply wore them backwards, but they all tried their best to straighten their chests and widen their eyes. For this victorious division, just add a little bit of absurdity.

Master Dong greeted him at the front, and when he saw Han Feng leading the team, his old body burst out with heroic emotion:

"Great, the hero returns, full of glory!

When we went, the clouds covered the moon, and when we came, there were few armed forces, and the old man could predict that a brave army of resisting Japan and saving the country will rise from today.

Come, bring the wine, let us wait for the people of Nancun to thank all the benefactors, save the nation and save the nation, the soul of the nation. "

Here comes the wine jar. This Nancun's wine-making technology seems to be good. The waist-deep wine jar is brewing fine wine. When the cover is opened, even if there is no wind, the mellow aroma will immediately hit the nose.