Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

At half past four, the sky is not so bright anymore, but the woods are full of snow, and the reflected light still makes people dizzy.

A long team was walking on the snow in the woods.

They were all dressed in white, like ghosts, almost blending with the heavy snow.

The Far East Regiment's marching speed is not slow. This is what Han Feng and his party had planned long ago. They should reach the Yellow River Ferry in half an hour. The night continued to move forward and found a place to station and rest.

The little devil will not be aware of this. This is a camouflage marching event that the Far East Regiment has been training. With such a snow suit and equipment, walking with the help of the white snow all over the world is simply a natural camouflage color.

When taking a short break in the middle, Han Feng remembered the scene when he came and left, and asked in doubt: "Bold, why didn't Erya come to see you off when I left?"

Zhang Boldly said: "Commander, I don't know, could it be that my sister is reluctant to part with me, afraid that she will cry when she sees me?"

Zhu Dazhi smiled and said, "Erya now has Haizi, your elder brother is going to stand aside, it's a good idea."

Li Hai laughed.

Zhang Boldly said: "I remembered, it seems that Erya was called away by the political commissar when she was leaving."

Han Feng said: "The political commissar is being watched by that boy monk. What did he ask Erya to do?"

"do not know."

Duan Peng said: "Leader, if you don't let the political commissar go, then who will be the political commissar of our Far East regiment?"

Han Feng said happily: "You don't understand, right? The head of the regiment and the political commissar, I do all the work by myself?

Alright, stop chatting, everyone has almost rested, the notification goes on, the team is ready to go. "

"Yes."

The procession marched again.

Monk Wei, the commander of the third battalion, was hanging at the end of the team. He didn't know who he was talking to, and didi gurgled all the way.

"Monk."

"Yes, third brother, is your name me?"

The monk was called over, and Han Feng asked suspiciously, "Who are you talking to at the back of the line?"

The monk smiled and said: "No, no, it's just a brother in the camp. He and I are fellow villagers, and we chat about family affairs."

Han Feng nodded. After thinking about it, he always felt a little uneasy, and asked again: "Monk, let me ask you. I asked you to send someone to watch over the political commissar when I left. Did you forget?"

The monk chuckled, "No, how can I do it? I sent someone to watch it early in the morning."

"That's good!" Han Feng finally felt relieved, "Look at it. If the political commissar runs away again, I will give you another three months of special training in the ice and snow in the Northeast."

Monk: ""

"Monk, what's wrong with you, you look so ugly?"

"Ahem, it's okay, it's just cold."

"It's cold? Didn't you practice the pure yang kungfu? It's a fart to be cold. Could it be that you gave your boy a day off and broke it?"

""

"Third brother, I seem to see the Yellow River."

"Here we are, after crossing this river, we will really start our journey."

I do not know when the sun will disappear completely, and the sky and earth will be plunged into darkness

726 Innovation

The Yellow River is turbulent, which has become a barrier for the Sanjin to go south, but no matter how turbulent the river is, there are always sections with gentle flow.

When the Battle of Zhongtiaoshan broke out, a large number of people borrowed private boats, or simply built bamboo rafts, crossed the river from the gentle Yellow River node, and fled.

This time, under the leadership of Han Feng, the Far East Regiment crossed the river where the commando waded when they rushed to the Luxi base, leaving a thick hemp rope in the running water.

The comrades of the reconnaissance platoon had already secretly tied up five big bamboo rafts and hid them in the forest. This time they naturally came in handy. With the help of this hemp rope suspended above the river, they could easily cross the river by pulling it artificially.

"Old Hei, just in case, send all the comrades in the reconnaissance platoon to guard the surroundings. If there is any trouble, immediately hide."

"Yes."

"Cross the river!"

Taking advantage of the last of the sky, the comrades of the Far East Regiment began to cross the river.

The bamboo rafts were slowly dragged into the water. The river basin was not too fast. With the help of hemp ropes hanging above the water, each bamboo raft could carry nearly ten soldiers across the river at the same time.

Han Feng ordered: "Take the squad as the unit, the veterans take care of the recruits, the soldiers go first, and the cadres follow last. After crossing the river, don't waste time. Immediately move forward in cover on the other side of the river, and start setting up the camp at the agreed place. Waiting for the whole regiment to rendezvous."

Under Han Feng's command, the river crossing began.

Looking up, I don't know when, mottled stars are dotted around the hazy moonlight.

There are 1084 people here. The lives of so many comrades depend on me alone. The situation of the Anti-Japanese War is extremely severe, far less optimistic than in the Sanjin area. .

This time in the Far East, when we went there, there was a group of people who were arrogant and energetic, but when we came back, how many people were left?

Han Feng grabbed a lump of soil and threw it into the rushing water of the Yellow River.

In other words, there will be nothing left.

It was as if soil had been thrown into the water of the rolling eastward Yellow River, and it quickly dissipated in it, leaving no trace anymore.

Of course, at least some traces can be left in the world. Those who care about themselves, Lao Xu, Lao Shi, Lao Deng, and the others must still remember themselves and this Far East regiment.

Dong Chenghai stood by Han Feng's side at some point, "Commander, do you have something on your mind?"

Han Feng said with a smile: "It's not really a matter of my heart, but I am a little emotional. Brothers trust me and entrust their lives to me. On the surface, I can pretend that nothing happened and be calm. In my heart, I often think about what I have done. Why, is it really considered competent?

There are so many people, when I left, I wanted to swear to my brothers, don't worry, there will be as many people as there are when you go, and there will be as many people when you come back, I will bring you all back alive!

But everyone knows that this is too unrealistic, so I didn't say it, and I couldn't say it. I just warned myself in my heart, try to bring every brother back alive. "

Dong Chenghai said with a smile: "Commander, I didn't have a good impression of your Eighth Route Army when I was in the national army, but do you know what I admire most about your Eighth Route Army?"

Han Feng looked up, waiting for Dong Chenghai's answer.

"Fearless, to put it simply, is not afraid of death. I was very curious at the time. The so-called heavy money must have a brave man, but you Eighth Route Army, let alone a woman with money, doesn't even pay the military salary. Both winter and summer military uniforms are hard work." .

I don't dare to say how much I lived that day, if the days of the Guojun and the Eighth Route Army were reversed.