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"Hey, this is the command of the Third Division of the Eighth Route Army. Who are you?"

A staff officer from the 3rd Division of the Eighth Route Army answered the phone at this time. After the other party revealed his identity, he kept lit his head and finally said to the division commander:

"Teacher Commander, I just received a call from the headquarters intelligence department. They said that an Japanese aviation brigade was flying towards Furong Town, and I'm afraid it would launch an air strike there!"

"What? Why didn't you get this news before?"

The division commander was extremely anxious. Li Feng was under great pressure now. Not only did he face the attack of thousands of Japanese devils, but he also had to help friendly forces escape the crisis of sweeping.

However, the staff officer in front of him was also very helpless, he explained:

"The Intelligence Department just got the news. According to their ideas, the Japanese air strike did not plan in advance, but was temporarily planned, so they did not get the news before!"

"Then send this news to Furong Town as soon as possible and let Li Feng prepare early!"

During the air strike, the Japanese threw bombs on the ground from time to time, and I don’t know how many soldiers and civilians they killed. Therefore, the Eighth Route Army was still a little nervous about the Japanese aircraft.

In a battle a few years ago, their chief of staff of the Eighth Route Army was killed by a Japanese plane, and only one gun was left. Until now, everyone still remembers this revenge.

Unfortunately, the division commander just finished speaking, and the political commissar came over and said helplessly:

"I just received a telegram from Furong Town that they had suffered air strikes and the casualties were unclear. The Japanese also launched an attack, and they were able to withstand it for the time being.

Even this time the Japanese only came an independent infantry brigade, and there was an independent infantry brigade on the way. I don’t know if Li Feng could withstand the force of two or three thousand men?”

The political commissar helped him with his glasses. He knew that Fatty Li was the man. Although he had not been to the Third Division for a long time, Li Feng's reputation was very famous throughout the Eighth Route Army. Even the head of the headquarters often praised him, and it was difficult not to know him.

But unexpectedly, the first large-scale battle he had just arrived at the Third Division was like this, which was likely to cause severe damage to the Eighth Route Army in Furong Town.

"If the air strike did not cause huge casualties to the Eighth Route Army, then that fat man should be able to withstand it, but there are too many subsequent Japanese devils!

What's even more disgusting is that the Central Army in their south actually retreated at this time and began to shrink its defense line.

You should know that there is a whole cabinet of the garrison corps, with more than 2,000 people there. Where can Li Feng free his hands to deal with them?"

The division commander was particularly angry. He did not expect the Central Army to give up at this time. He would not have helped them before he knew about it, and he was a bunch of bastards.

The political commissar was very anxious when he heard this, and then made a suggestion:

"Isn't our independent group there? I heard that Han Crazy is very good at fighting, so can't he ask him to go for reinforcements?"

"No, political commissar, you just came to our division. Han Fengzi recently fought a bad battle and suffered heavy losses. He has not recovered yet!

Moreover, his messenger had just arrived at the division headquarters and said that they were preparing to block the Japanese in the north, so they couldn't make any effort to help Li Feng and the others!"

"What should the rest of the troops do? Can you seek help from the Second Division? After all, they have many troops in the territory of Shandong and Henan?"

The political commissar had no choice but to come up with such a solution that was not a solution. The division commander also applied his eyes at this time and finally chose to call for help from the second division.

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Li Feng did not expect that the Japanese in front were so cowardly, and they attacked three consecutive waves, and retreated without even touching their position 500 meters ahead.

The little fat man doubted whether the Japanese in front of him were pretended by the puppet army, otherwise why would he have only such a little combat power?

"Boss, this is very wrong. Logically speaking, the Japanese's combat power will not be so poor. The three consecutive waves of fierce attacks cannot be faked, but why did they retreat in advance before they arrived at our position?"

He didn't believe it if the eagle was killed. These Japanese ran away after being cowarded halfway.

There have been wars before. The Japanese in these independent infantry brigades are particularly fierce and are not like some people who are afraid of death. They scream and rush forward when fighting. It is impossible to retreat without orders.

Li Feng also found it strange, and then he received a piece of information, which shocked him.

After reading the information, he shouted at the soldiers in the position:

"Everyone is careful about me. Next, the Japanese may launch violent shelling. According to our old routine, some people stay in the position and some people hide in the air-raid shelter."

This routine is actually very simple, that is, draw lots, and the one who draws among the three remains.

Is this actually a solution? Because if Li Feng designates who stays, he will not be able to do it at all. The palms and backs of hands are flesh, so he might as well let God choose.

There are only Li Feng, Ma Zongcai, Eagle, Ma Laosan and others in the command center.

The Eagle and Ma Laosan were kicked out by Li Feng, and then they saw Li Feng take out two matches, one long and one short, and then let the guards hold them in their hands, and the two of them were ready to slap them.

What Li Feng didn't expect was that he didn't draw the short one, but instead he was drawn by Mr. Ma.

"Boss, you can't stay here this time. Let me stay here. I believe the Japanese cannonballs will definitely not blow me up. I'm lucky!"

When Ma Zhengcai said this, the smile on his face was very bright, but in Li Feng's eyes, this was the heroic and macho style that was about to die.

There is no way. He used to try to draw the short one, but now others have drawn the short one, so he can't stay. I guess a soldier will force him to leave by then.

"Okay, then be careful here yourself and must live well!"

The little fat man gave Ma Zongcai a hug and then prepared to leave. Before leaving, Li Feng's guard did not forget to turn around and blink at Ma Zongcai. It seemed that they had an inexplicable deal just now.

Ma Zongcai also had a smile on his face. He had eye contact with Li Feng's guard just now, so he was able to draw the short one.

The boss cannot encounter dangers, so they can bear these dangers. Everyone is brother, so why not help you die once.

The brothers in the trench had a brighter smile on their faces at this time, and many people were smoking leisurely, as if they were not afraid of the next shelling.

"Boss, you can't smoke your pack of cigarettes now, so smoke it for me!"

At this time, a veteran leaned on the ground and didn't stand up. He poked his gun and smiled at Li Feng.

The little fat man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, slapped the veteran's hand heavily, and then walked into the air-raid shelter without saying a word.
Chapter completed!