"Where has the artillery troops arrived now?"

The Japanese command center in advance.

Murakami lit a light in the tent, looked at his watch, and then asked the captain next to him.

"The correspondent soldiers came to report before, saying that they were about twenty miles away from us, but because of the cold weather and the rugged roads, they added two more mountain cannons in the morning, so..."

“So what?”

Murakami was almost angry. It was such a good time. I heard that the Eighth Route Army had already begun to retreat. If the artillery was not allowed to come up and beat him up, the opportunity would be really lost.

The Japanese obviously didn't want to lose this opportunity. After all, using artillery in battle would seem extremely gorgeous, but the Tujiao Route Army was a group of people. As long as they were unwilling to defend to the death, no matter how many shells were, they would not be able to win.

"So they want to rest on the spot for one night and set off again tomorrow morning!"

The Japanese Captain replied hesitantly, but in fact he was a little confused about why Zhong Zuo attached so much importance to the group of 8th Route Army in front of him?

According to their intelligence, the Tujiao Route Army in front of them has only 300 people, and the non-combatants do not exceed 500, so why should two elite squadrons be sent over and even carry artillery?

Although the Turkish Eighth Route Army in front of us wiped out the Third Squadron, the intelligence showed that the elite of the Turkish Eighth Route Army had almost exhausted, which means that they are now weak in combat and have no strength to confront the Big XX Yellow Army.

"Appoint them to come to me before 10 am tomorrow, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Of course, Murakami was not afraid of hundreds of Tujiao Route Forces. What he was afraid of was that these hundreds of Tujiao Route Forces would become the same troops as the group of Eighth Route Forces that had completely wiped out the Third Squadron in the future.

If that is the case, that would be the biggest headache for Huang Jun.

Especially the little fat man, this person is very good at fighting against the Huang army, and almost every defeat is related to this fat man.

The Japanese still went on, but whether the artillery on the other side was willing to listen was another matter.

Li Feng and the others surrounded the blankets with them. It was a very painful thing to watch the Japanese drink and eat meat.

The eagle was already cursing, and he wanted to go up and kill a few Japanese devils now. He was the least willing to blow the cold wind on winter nights, not to mention watching the Japanese devils eat meat, which made him feel so uncomfortable.

The little fat man didn't want to do it either. Fortunately, there was no strong wind in this place, otherwise they would be frozen into popsicles before they killed the Japanese.

"Boss, these Japanese have radio stations, look over there!"

The eagle kept rubbing his fingers around the blanket and whispered in a direction.

Li Feng looked in the direction of his finger, and indeed saw a small radio station in front of the fire, as if the communications soldier had just received a telegram.

"This radio station belongs to us. Didn't you always say that our special forces team should have a radio station of its own? Just this one, so you have to go there if you have any trouble in the future."

Radio stations are good things, and many regiment-level combat troops do not have such things, so once they want to mobilize the troops, they have to send people to travel hundreds of miles to ask for instructions from the division headquarters.

This is fun, because when they ask for instructions, they will probably have been missing for a long time.

The special forces squad is a flexible combat squad. If you have a radio station, you can communicate with the command center in time, so that you can increase your flexibility and fully exert the combat effectiveness of the troops.

"Boss, please see, I will definitely get this radio station for you intact.

Grandma, I've been blowing here for an hour. Why can't these Japanese still drink the wines?"

Li Feng and the others were waiting for the Japanese to drink and fall down. However, there were too many sheep and chickens that the Japanese robbed. After baking one after another, they were all raised by the people, and they were all cheaper to these Japanese.

After waiting for another half an hour, the Japanese finally got drunk and prepared to go to bed, leaving seven or eight guards shaking their heads and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Li Feng sneered, can these guards also be called guards?

The Japanese were too low in vigilance, or they were too arrogant, thinking that the Chinese army would not dare to attack them at night, so the guards' power was relaxed again and again.

However, this happened to give Li Feng and others a chance, and they were afraid of being highly vigilant.

The eagle saw that the whole roasted lamb was almost drooling, and she wanted to pounce on it immediately. She just watched the Japanese eat and drink for two hours, but now the greedy worms in her stomach are almost flying out.

Seeing that the group of artillery soldiers in front of him were almost asleep, the fat man slowly folded the blanket, then looked at everyone and said in a tight voice:

"Ghost...god!"

Immediately afterwards, a group of people were hilariously climbing forward. This was different from before. The previous action was purely done by coolies. If you can't see any good, you're still very tired.

But now it’s different. The Japanese in front of you are all heads. The boss still remembers their achievements in his notebook. If they do it well, they might have some rewards.

When the eagle heard about money, his eyes were shining, and he wanted to rush up to kill the three guards immediately.

The little fat man moved slowly in the snow, looking at the guard in front of him who was like a chicken pecking rice, a hint of cruelty appeared on his face.

Thorn!

After touching the guard's back, he covered his mouth, and then stabbed the bayonet into his back heart. His palm flipped, directly shattering the Japanese's heart.

The Japanese's body twitched a few times, and then the vitality in his eyes disappeared.

The Eagle moves very quickly. Li Feng just killed a sentry, and this guy has actually killed two people in front of them.

Now I am sitting there drinking, I pulled a piece of mutton and stuffed it into my mouth, and I don’t care that this is a dangerous place.

In fact, it is no longer dangerous outside, because the Japanese sentries and guards were almost killed by them.

The guy Eagle just likes to wave, even at the most dangerous times.

The little fat man glared at the eagle fiercely, then pointed to the place where the Japanese were sleeping, indicating that they would go in and kill these Japanese now.

Killing the Japanese artillery is a very boring thing, especially when these Japanese artillery soldiers are drunk, they have no combat power at all.

When you have a beautiful dream, you will see the sky yellow!

The eagle wiped the blood from his face, then kicked a Japanese man's head away. He accidentally chopped off the Japanese man's head, so he splashed blood on his face.

"Phoa, bad luck!"
Chapter completed!