Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

What exactly does he want to do?

When Yamamoto and his staff were confused, perhaps because of the passage of time, someone suddenly groaned.

Yamamoto suddenly came back to his senses, his face turned pale in an instant, and he asked in a deep voice, "How long will our rations last?"

The Japanese military officer in charge of logistics quickly reported: "Reporting to the brigade commander, we have not much rations stored in Beitang Town, and after these days of consumption, we have not received follow-up resource replenishment. According to previous standards, there are only three days left. Ration is gone."

"Then lower the standard. It is enough for the soldiers to eat [-]% full for each meal." Yamamoto shouted, and this inquiry once again confirmed the bad idea in his heart.

He made a mistake.

When he finally prepared himself in full force and assumed the posture of fighting to the death, his cunning opponent actually avoided confronting him head-on, adopting this method of encircling rather than attacking, was actually using food and water to supply consume him.

As Wang Wenli said, Yamamoto felt that he had punched cotton, and his heart was full of depression.

"Where is our water source? How long is there enough to drink?" Yamamoto asked anxiously.

"Three, three days."

It's been another three days... Yamamoto's guts are turning green with regret now. When he made up his mind to fight Han Feng to the death, he never considered these issues at all.

According to the marching standard of the Japanese army, it is generally enough to bring three days of rations and water sources, which is not considered a dereliction of duty by the logistics personnel.

Originally, water and food could continue to be replenished, but no one expected that the Far East Regiment would be so fast. It took only half a day to directly break through the four defense lines of Tangyuan, Luobei, Suibin, and Jiamusi, and then completely trapped them to death. In this North Township.

Now water and food have become a headache for Yamamoto.

The chief of staff also saw Han Feng's tricks, and said: "Brigade commander, this lunatic Han is really cunning. If we lower the standard for the current food problem, we should still be able to last for about a week. The most important thing is the water source problem. If it is not resolved, our team will soon lose its combat effectiveness."

Yamamoto said with a headache: "Wait a little longer, that bastard, I hope he can launch an attack as soon as possible!"

For this reason, Yamamoto came up with a strategy: "Let the soldiers go to the front to insult each other and try to arouse the anger in their hearts."

The chief of staff's eyes lit up, and he responded, "Hi!"

...When the news of the devils coming to scold the formation reached the headquarters, Han Feng was stunned, and then he couldn't help but said, "Thank you, old devil Yamamoto, for thinking it out."

"Which of you will fight?"

The monk said cheerfully: "Third brother, let me go, I'll fuck his grandma, I can scold the little devil for three days and three nights without repeating anything."

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Han Feng smiled and said, "Okay, monk, then I will leave this matter to you, and then you can find some soldiers in the lower team who are willing to come out and scold the devils, and take them with you."

"Duan Peng, you go to the special forces team and pick ten brothers with good marksmanship to ambush at the right place, kill a few devils at the right time, help the monks and the others, pay attention to your own safety, and be careful of the artillery fire of the little devils."

"Yes."

So a funny scolding battle began, the specific situation is as follows:

The Japanese soldiers and the soldiers of the Far Eastern Regiment scolded each other through the barbed wire. The Japanese vocabulary there was probably a little poor, except that Bageyalu was an asshole or something.

The Far East Regiment recruited puppet soldiers who could speak Japanese to help them scold them, and scolded the eighteen generations of the kid's ancestors.

The scolding scene was truly earth-shattering, and the soldiers were like giants standing on the commanding heights of public opinion, scolding the little devils to pieces.

The little devils screamed angrily, and the sharpshooters who were ambushing by the Special Forces knocked down a few at the right time.

It is said that there was even a kid who vomited blood out of anger.

The news spread to Yamamoto's headquarters: the scolding battle ended in a disastrous defeat, and many soldiers couldn't help rushing outside the barbed wire and were shot to death indiscriminately.

Yamamoto sighed bitterly, had no choice but to withdraw from the shouting team, and then said helplessly: "Forget it, we can't scold the Chinese when we scold people!"

On the other hand, when the scolding devil fighters who returned full of honor returned, they all welcomed the praise of their companions.

What a scolding battle, it can be regarded as unprecedented in the history of the Anti-Japanese War!

1067 The final battle (seven)

Three days passed in a flash, and the two camps lived in peace during these three days.

Beitang Town has the impregnable defense of the 91st Brigade, so the Far East Regiment naturally couldn't get in, and they didn't even think about storming in.

As for Beitang Town, there is a joint garrison of the Far East Regiment and the Puppet Army, plus the several layers of thick barbed wire fences surrounded by the 91st Brigade around Beitang Town. , can't get out at all.

Han Feng sat firmly in the rear and commanded, not in a hurry. It has only been three days, and the torment of water and food for the 91st Brigade has only just begun.

In the evening, around dinner time, the whole Beitang Town suddenly smelled the smell of meat.

The headquarters of the 91st Brigade, after lowering the food standards of the soldiers again in the past few days, in order to set an example, even the brigade commander Saburo Yamamoto did not have a full meal.

Suddenly smelling the smell of meat, not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the brigade commander Yamamoto couldn't help drooling.

"Where is the smell of meat coming from?" Yamamoto asked.

The chief of staff immediately sent someone to investigate, and soon a scout came to report: "Report to the brigade commander, the enemy army outside the position is cooking meat, so there is a smell of meat."

At this moment, Yamamoto didn't understand that this was Han Feng's idea again.

He shouted angrily: "This lunatic Han is really despicable and shameless, to use such indecent means."

The chief of staff, who had an empty stomach, said helplessly: "Brigade Commander, everyone's hearts have already flown out after smelling the smell of meat. If the enemy suddenly launches an attack at this time..."

The implication is that you have to fortify in advance, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

But the chief of staff of the 91st Brigade probably thought too much, and Han Feng's torture to them was just the beginning.

Yamamoto ordered: "Call the platoon gun and blow up their broth for me."

"Hi!"

Yamamoto's order was issued, and more than a dozen mortars in Beitang Town fired at the camp of the Far East Regiment.

It was dumbfounding to say it, but the little devil used the mortar in a fit of rage, only to blow up the broth that the soldiers of the Far Eastern Regiment were cooking.

A shell exploded more than ten meters away, and the bowl of broth that the monk hiding behind the bunker almost spilled on the ground.

The monk cursed angrily: "These bastards are really stingy, they have no broth to drink, and they want to blow up our broth."

Duan Pengle said: "It's still the head of the regiment who has the foresight. Let's dig the trenches in advance and hide in the trenches. Hehe, the little devils are just hitting randomly from such a distance. It's just a waste of shells."

The monk shouted: "Brothers, turn up the fire and make this soup thicker and more fragrant. I will kill this group of bastards."

……

When night was about to fall, the mortars of the 91st Brigade stopped firing. It wasn't that there were no shells, but that the little devil had also discovered a problem. There was no target or direction for the attack across such a long distance. It is impossible to destroy the broth made by the Far Eastern regiment by firing cannons.