Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

None of them thought that this time it would come in handy.

In the view of those battalion commanders who could not go to the northeast with the Far Eastern Army, the commando was the most powerful force to protect the regiment commander.

With the commando, even though the Northeast is very difficult and dangerous, the battalion commanders all believe that the members of the commando will be able to bring the commander back intact.

It's just that the number of people is too small after all, and the team leader always likes to send commandos out every time he goes on a mission.

So Shi Cai waited for several battalion commanders who were dedicated to the regiment leader Han Feng, and secretly pulled out the commando preliminaries created by their own battalion, and had a fair competition.

In the final team of nearly 100 people, only 15 were born who almost reached the standard line for the admission of commando members formulated by Han Feng later, namely: physical fitness, marksmanship, sensitivity, battlefield experience, 400-meter obstacle training results, and a certain level of training. Level, flexible mind, clean foundation, etc.

Every time I think of the eight battalion commanders here, I feel a little depressed. There are more than 1000 people in each battalion, so I just select the ten or so people.

In the end, when the final selection was made, there were actually less than two people in each battalion.

Think about what this concept is, the selection rate of commando members is almost as low as one in a thousand.

The conditions set by the head are too harsh.

But in the three-acre land of the New Third Regiment, the regiment leader has the final say, and the battalion commanders have no choice. If there are fewer people, there will be fewer people. The rest will stay in their own battalion and be a lone wolf commando. The sub-team, doesn't it sound very imposing.

In fact, the battalion commanders had already told Han Feng about preparing for the commando team.

Han Feng also met these 15 fighters in private, and they were all good candidates.

To be honest, in terms of the basic talents of the special forces before training, they even surpassed the old commando members by a lot.

After all, when the commando team was formed back then, Han Feng's selection criteria for members was far less stringent than it is now. At that time, Han Feng had few resources around him, and he basically counted whoever was caught, and all the members of the third class were added.

It is impossible to use this method of selecting one in a thousand to select some later.

Although the special forces are not as mysterious as the rumors, as long as there is a stage and proper and sufficient training, most people actually have the potential to become special forces.

However, no one dares to ignore the problem of talent. People with high talent can get twice the result with half the effort, while those with low talent can do the opposite, getting twice the result with half the effort.

With the current conditions of the Eighth Route Army, Han Feng was able to cultivate such a 17-member commando team, which was the result of so many years of hard work.

If another group of people is selected for training, it will naturally consume a lot of time, training, energy, and material resources.

In this case, it is natural to find some talented members who can do more with less, and at least save resources!If someone practices three bullets a day, and the final marksmanship can be compared to your practice of 50 bullets a day, then who will you choose?

Han Feng could even foresee such a scene, when this batch of new commando members' seeds appeared in front of the old commando members.

This group of young people will definitely bring great pressure and a sense of urgency to the old commando members.

Of course, Han Feng has no plans to tell the old commando members about this.

After the grouping was completed, everyone set off separately, and agreed on the final gathering place in advance.

Before leaving, Han Feng said: "Although we are going to fight the devil's stronghold this time, it can also be regarded as a competition! The final result of the competition is to judge the pros and cons based on the trophies captured by everyone.

The winning group will be rewarded, the middle group will not be rewarded or punished, and the losing group will have other tasks for you in the future. "

Li Hai laughed and said, "Third brother, what reward?"

Han Feng said, "How about rewarding one month of intensive special training?"

Li Hai: "???"

Li Hai raised his hand and surrendered, "I'm doomed."

Han Feng smiled and said, "Okay, if you win, I'll treat you to a meal, a big meal, a full banquet."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. When have I lied to you?"

"Leader, if you lose, what mission are you going to perform?"

Han Feng said: "Don't worry, it's also a good job, you can't stop, it's a good job with endless aftertaste."

As he spoke, the corners of Han Feng's mouth curled up slightly.

The old commando members who were familiar with Han Feng all shivered.

Every time the leader shows such a smile, he must be uneasy and kind.

"You can't lose even if you are killed." The old members made up their minds in their hearts.

"set off!"

The three teams started from three directions, and the task was very clear, which was to attack as many Japanese strongholds as possible while ensuring their own safety, and then seize supplies and equipment.

The five of Han Feng came from the east, and it was not a problem to carry that bag of French coins on their backs when they came. It would easily attract the suspicion of the enemy, and it was inconvenient.

So before the action, everyone hid the legal currency collectively in the final assembly place, and confirmed that the disguise was in place, and it would never be easily discovered.

After descending the mountain, after walking for a while, Han Feng and the other five saw a Japanese and puppet stronghold in the middle of a not-so-spacious road.

I just looked from a distance for a while, it seems that there are only five or six puppet soldiers and one devil, and the weapon is just a rifle in each hand. It is not clear whether there are light machine guns. Fortifications blocked.

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Jiang Long and the others looked at the head of the group, Han Feng. With Han Feng around, they didn't bother to use their brains.

Han Feng pondered for a moment, and the corner of his mouth once again drew the familiar and frightening smile that Wang Gensheng, Li Hai, and Jiang Youcai felt.

"Jiang Long, let me ask you, have you ever been a farmer before?"

Jiang Long was stunned, and said: "Then how can I not be a job? There is no shortage of land in the Northeast, otherwise why so many people from the east of the Guandong come to my hometown to ask for a living?

If it weren't for those damned little devils to take over now, I would be that wealthy little landlord now with regard to the land left by my ancestors.

My grandparents have been farmers for generations, but in my life I was unlucky, and the little devils came here before the land was planted, so I haven't planted the land for a few days. "

Han Feng smiled and said, "That's good. With this outfit on yourself, you can make yourself more like a rustic farmer. Whether this stronghold can be taken down quickly depends entirely on you."

Jiang Long was stunned: "Leader, what do you mean? Why do you want me to pretend to be a farmer?"

Han Feng said: "Didn't you ask me how to attack this stronghold? My solution is to let you Jiang Long appear in front of the stronghold dressed as a farmer, and then lure the devils and puppet soldiers out from behind the fortifications of the stronghold.

So Jiang Long was responsible for attracting the attention of the devils, and the few of us quietly touched the vicinity of the stronghold, and when the devils and puppet troops all came out from behind the fortifications of the stronghold, we worked together to quickly destroy the enemy. "

Jiang Long's old face quickly turned into a bitter gourd, "Commander, what if the little devil shoots at me directly?"