After opening the car door, Feng Yutian was almost shocked, and then turned around with a flattering look on his face and said, "Brother Yang, can we discuss and discuss, please give me some first?"

"Ah? Ah! I understand, my brother, this matter is easy to talk about!" Yang Fengzhen said with a smile.

"You can't tell the commander after you go back."

"Okay! You don't need a rifle, there is no rifle here, and Maxim is not suitable for you. That's it! Take ten Czech light machine guns, and then take fifty flower machines and twenty fast and slow machines!"

"What is a fast and slow machine?"

"Ah?" Yang Feng was stunned, but then he understood that the fast and slow machine was launched last year and had just entered China this year. These guys were still fighting guerrilla warfare with the Japanese in the Northeast last year! It is not uncommon for information backwards.

This guy took a fast and slow machine, adjusted it to the rapid fire and pulled the trigger, and twenty bullets were shot out like water.

"Fuck! Good thing!" Feng Yutian's eyes lit up immediately. He snatched one without hesitation, thinking about taking another one.

After winning the battle, the cavalrymen who received arms happily protected Yang Feng and others back to Chifeng. When they heard that Yang Feng had come from Peking to deliver arms to them, Feng Zhanhai and Sun Dianying came out with a group of officers. All of them were raised by stepmothers. They were usually not their turn to have any good things. Although Feng Zhanhai was Zhang Zuoxiang's nephew, now there is only a sign left without Zhang Zuoxiang in Jilin.

Now there is a good thing that suddenly pie falls from the sky, so why not hurry up.

After knowing that Yang Feng didn't even have to eat, a group of people held a banquet in the middle of the night, drinking the white wine Yang Feng brought from Peking. Sun Dianying, who had a big head and a thick neck, gave a thumbs up, and said in a strong Anhui accent: "Brother Yang, benevolence and righteousness!"

"General Sun..."

"What general? There are so many generals these days, so they are called Brother Sun!"

"Brother Sun, although I don't care about these weapons, I have a suggestion. Look at Brother Feng's men's worst. I mean, give him more guns. I still have a batch of mortars in my place, but this time I can't pull them. You can keep more when you send them to you next time."

"How many cannons can you get, brother?"

"Thirty gates, Brother Sun, you twenty gates, Brother Feng's ten gates, just a fewer shells, probably not more than two thousand rounds. I asked the Germans to help me buy them from the Jinling Factory, but he hasn't told me the quantity yet."

"I can buy the shells from Yan Laoxi. If you want to buy them, can you get more shells? Brother, I can pay for them."

Yang Feng's eyes lit up. This was the master who had scattered Cixi's tomb. When it comes to the treasure of Dongling, who can compare with him?

"Brother Sun, let's say that, as long as you have money, I can get you anything, brother, let alone mortars, even large caliber heavy artillery, I have a way to do it. If you are not well-off, antique jewelry, and precious medicinal materials, you can change these."

"I have some antique jewelry, but I'm still at home now." Sun Dianying said in a deep thought.

"This is easy to deal with. You can send a telegram back, or send it to the Jinyuan Trading in Peking, or to the 29th Army in Zhangjiakou. Then I will find someone to estimate the price. If we have no objection to the price, then I can directly bring the goods to you." Yang Feng said.

"Brother Yang and Song Zheyuan still have a relationship?"

"Brother is now wearing the hat of the Senate of the Chahar Provincial Government."

"That's it, then send it to Zhangjiakou! My gang and the 29th Army are all brothers."

The two of them settled the arms deal.

At this time, the staff officer came to report that the Japanese vanguard had already arrived at the Hara Road intersection, and Gong Changhai in front of him asked for help.

"I'll go!" Feng Yutian stood up and said.

He is a cavalryman, and even if he is fast, he can only do this job.

"I'll go together too!" Yang Feng said.

"The battlefield is dangerous, Brother Yang, don't go?" Sun Dianying said. He was reluctant to let Yang Feng get into trouble now.

"A good man is passionate about the battlefield, afraid that he will do anything!" Yang Feng put on his bulletproof helmet with a bold look on his face.

"By the way, I'll take all the wine bottles!" Yang Feng picked up the two empty wine bottles on the table.

"Why are you bringing a bottle of wine?" Feng Yutian asked in confusion.

"Smash the tank!" Yang Feng's words almost made him faint.

"Can this thing really hit a tank with gasoline?" Feng Yutian, who was riding a horse, approached the car door and asked Yang Feng, fiddling with a bottle of wine in his hand.

"You will know then, otherwise I will work hard to bring a bunch of white wine to you to drink? But you have to be brave enough to play with this thing, just like using a grenade to blow up a tank, you have to get close and throw it up!" Yang Feng said. He brought the wine to make a molten bottle, the Japanese gasoline tank, and the thing is right.

For this purpose, Yang Feng also specially prepared some auxiliary materials, such as rubber blocks, sulfuric acid, and pasting the paper sheets of potion outside the bottle. He is a person who pursues perfection, and lighting a lighter will damage his reputation.

Of course, the main reason is that he also wanted to experiment, and then promote it on a large scale during the Great Wall War of Resistance. It is estimated that the Japanese tanks will be useless.

The Hara Road intersection is dozens of miles away from Chi Peak, and the cavalry arrived quickly along the highway. It was already dawn, and dense gunfire sounds came from the front, and the firelight in the sky is sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

"Speed ​​up!" Feng Yutian ordered.

"Several people come and get in the car and get heavy machine guns!" Yang Feng shouted.

The four soldiers quickly climbed into the carriage, then made a pile of sandbags, built two maxim on it, and six boxes of bullets were piled up behind it.

"Stand here and use the grenade to shoot out!" Yang Feng said, pointing to the crack behind the front of the car, but he was thinking about his grenade.

A soldier took his spring field and then climbed there with a big bag of dozens of kilograms hanging around his neck.

"We are not worse than tanks! You see, if you want machine guns, you need machine guns, and you need cannons!" He said proudly.

"By the way, come another one in the cab, take a submachine gun, and bring a few boxes of grenades in!" he continued.

"You can't beat him in the back door?" Feng Yutian asked in confusion.

"Isn't it enough to just drive upside down?" Yang Feng said with a blank look.

The fully armed fountain was sandwiched among the cavalry all over the mountains and rushed towards the battlefield ahead with a fierce momentum.

This is a large plain sandwiched between the mountains, with a river crossing the middle. Because it was winter, the river surface was frozen, and the defenders set up defense lines on the north and south sides, and a large number of Japanese troops were attacking under the cover of tanks.
Chapter completed!