Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

The cold light streaked across the throat of the sleeping Maeda...

771 Different Children

"Third brother."

"Captain."

"solved"

"It's over, these little devils are sleeping soundly, and they don't know what dream they are dreaming of. They cut it off with a knife, and there is no movement immediately. Third brother, this is the devil's communication department, darling, so many radio stations. And the phone?" Li Hai was full of joy, "Move all these things back, and we'll send them."

Han Feng said: "These equipment are good, but they are too bulky. We are surrounded by enemies here, and we can't find a stable and long-term station. It is inconvenient to carry these things, and it is easier to be exposed. After the battle, Just blow up here."

"It's a pity that the third brother was blown up."

"Stop talking nonsense, you all don't talk." Han Feng dialed the phone while talking. During the day, he tried to talk to Dongxiang Paolou, remembering the fixed dial number.

After waiting for a while, something came from the phone, "Hello"

Han Feng lowered his voice, and said in Japanese: "The phone is in urgent need of repairs. People from the communications department will be there at night. Get ready."

"What's the matter?" Confusion came from the other end of the phone. Of course Han Feng couldn't explain, so he hung up the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Han Feng also dialed the three-way phone towers in the north, south, and west directions.

"Haizi, squad leader, did you bring the devil's clothes you prepared?"

Li Hai smiled and said: "Third brother, I brought them all. It was the yellow leather jacket I got from the Tanghe Department last time. The devil is short in stature. It took me a long time to choose this one that fits me well."

"Wear it well, Zhuang. The two of you are guarding the communication department. If anyone comes over, you will be killed immediately."

"Yes."

"Set off."

Han Feng led the team and soon arrived at the Dongxiang gun tower. When the searchlight came over, Li Hai and the others lowered their heads slightly, and the sentry could only see their outlines and the yellow clothes specially worn by the Japanese.

Han Feng shouted, "It's me, Konoe Jiro, who came to help me repair the telephone line."

The Japanese puppets in the blockhouse had only seen Han Feng during the day, and were deeply impressed by this humorous young man with a profound background, so naturally they lost their guard, and the door of the blockhouse opened.

In the middle of the night, most of the defenders were already sound asleep, except for the sentinel on duty. This sentry saw Han Feng, but before he had time to say hello, he was caught off guard and wiped his neck by Han Feng. The commandos rushed in immediately.

The alarm room was controlled first, followed by a massacre of the Japanese and puppet soldiers in their sleep. Ten minutes later, the entire gun tower was successfully occupied by commandos, and one group stayed behind to guard.

"Daniu, I'll leave it to you here, Duan Peng, the other groups should be in place too, let's rush over immediately."

"Yes."

Immediately afterwards, as if a pre-rehearsal was done, Han Feng took the lead in tricking the gate of the blockhouse, and then the commandos sneaked into the blockhouse to slaughter.

The moon crossed most of the arc in the air. Around two o'clock in the morning, it was the time when the Japanese and puppet soldiers and the people in the tribe were most asleep. Before the pioneering regiment of the Red Department and the soldiers of the Japanese and puppet army were unaware, the tribe All of the four-way gun towers fell into the hands of the commandos.

The commando has a total of 32 people, divided into four groups, and a group of eight guards the gun tower, waiting for the follow-up of the East regiment army.

At 02:30 in the morning, the news reached the political commissar Xu Zilin who was already approaching the east gate of the eastern tribes, and the three battalion commanders Sun Desheng who was approaching the south gate, a monk at the west gate, and Dong Chenghai who was at the north gate.

The battle to attack the tribes in the eastern part of central Liao was imminent. Unfortunately, the Japanese and puppet troops in the entire eastern tribes still knew nothing about it.

The four artillery towers in the east, west, north, and south almost welcome the soldiers of the Far East Regiment to enter.

The moment she finally saw Han Feng, Xu Zilin lost her mind for a moment and almost couldn't help hugging him.

Han Feng smiled and said, "Old Xu, I know I've given you another surprise. Take down this tribe first, and it's not too late for us to catch up on the old days."

The soldiers were full of fighting spirit, and they all admired the leader's ability from the bottom of their hearts. When they came back, they directly and silently killed the defense at the gate of the eastern tribe. The entire eastern tribe is now like a piece of fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

In order to avoid the sacrifice of the Far East regiment, the soldiers fought a night attack this time.

Han Feng had already explained Xu Zilin's battle arrangements in his letters. The people living in the Red Department were Japanese, the other houses were Manchurians, and the outermost red brick house was occupied by puppet soldiers and Japanese soldiers.

When the battle began, there was no doubt that the soldiers rushed in holding bayonets, and first attacked the Japanese and puppet soldiers.

The monk kicked open the door, and just as the two devils jumped up in fright, he stabbed a transparent hole.

During the entire night attack, almost no gunshots were heard, and the Japanese and puppet soldiers outside the Red Department were cleaned up.

But then there was trouble, not to mention ordinary soldiers, the first battalion commander Sun Desheng rushed into a room, just raised his bayonet to kill the man, then froze, there was a woman and two children, this is terrible how to kill

There was no other way, so the soldiers had to put the child and the woman under custody first. The head of the regiment said that these were all Japanese, and even the man he killed was just a Japanese farmer.

But these peasants got into trouble immediately. Soldiers rushed into the house. The peasants of the pioneering regiment were not low in combat effectiveness. They kicked off the rifles in the hands of the soldiers of the Far East regiment. The sound of gunfire completely broke the tranquility of the eastern tribe, and the sudden sound woke up the people of the entire tribe in this silent night.

At six o'clock in the morning, when the sky was already bright, the Manchurians of the eastern tribe were shocked to find that the tribe had changed their masters quietly.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. We are the team of the Anti-Japanese Alliance, the Eighth Route Army, our Chinese army, and the soldiers of the people." When Han Feng stood up and shouted such slogans, the gathered people in Manchuria were full of faces. unbelievable.

The old man Chen and others who had seen Han Feng looked shocked, "Isn't that the Japanese? So he is from the Eighth Route Army."

Tanaka was not beaten to death, and was being detained among the crowd of the Pioneering Group at this moment. He looked at Han Feng angrily, and cursed in Japanese: "So you are a spy, you bloody spy."

As he said that, this guy, who was obviously a farmer, actually rushed towards Han Feng full of anger.

砰

The gunshot rang out, and Tian Zhong fell under Duan Peng's gun, "Damn, is this little devil farmer so cruel? Damn it."

Mu Jie, who was in his teens, also did not show the panic of ordinary children. Seeing his father being killed, he rushed out of the crowd and hugged Duan Peng's thigh before gnawing on it. With a sip, he wanted to push the child away, but who knew that Mu Jie could easily pull out the gun on Duan Peng's waist, such a sudden movement, even Duan Peng had no time to guard against it.

Mu Jie immediately opened the safety box of the bastard, aiming at Duan Peng, bang, Han Feng's gunshot rang out immediately, and the pistol Mu Jie was holding slipped from his hand

772 Judge

The pistol in Kisuke's hand slipped down and hit the muddy ground covered with snow. These lands would have been hideous due to water stains, but after experiencing the cold winter water, they condensed into ice, and instead became solid like stones. generally.

Han Feng only hit the bastard box in Mu Jie's hand, and did not kill him directly. Even though he switched positions, not to mention that Japanese soldiers continued to kill all kinds of people, and they had no mercy for the unarmed people in China. This little Japanese boy Musuke called Han Feng "big brother" with admiration during the day, and now he can beat Han Feng to death with this pistol without hesitation.

These children have been strictly trained by Japanese soldiers, and they can also kill Chinese people when they go to the battlefield.

But after all, it is a child, and the Chinese are like this, and there will always be too much compassion.

When Han Feng fired, not only the devils from the pioneering group were taken aback, but even Duan Peng, who was almost attacked by a child, was also taken aback.

Even if it was Duan Peng, he had never thought of killing the Japanese boy until now. He was confident that even if Han Feng didn't shoot, he could immediately destroy the pistol the boy was holding.

After all, a child is a child, and Mu Jie can't hurt a master like Duan Peng.

Keiko Tanaka, that is, Tanaka's wife who was lying on the ground with a ferocious face, gave Han Feng a vicious look, and rushed up to pull her son Mu Jie back.