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Chapter 690 Poor, really poor!

“Ahhh~”

Li Feng rushed up with a machete in his hand, and his whole body was very fast on the hillside. At this time, a Japanese man also stood up shakingly with the 38th hood. It seemed that he was shocked very much.

But when he saw the Eighth Route Army rushing down, he instantly regained his combat power, and rushed up with a scream with a bayonet on his face. The murderous aura on his face was very strong.

The little fat man faced him faced him. Li Feng rolled on a donkey and avoided the assassination of the Japanese. He jumped back and slashed the Japanese's head with one knife.

“Ahhh~”

There were many people injured in the Japanese, but no one of the surrendered people saw them. Even the wounded lying on the ground was screaming and holding bayonets to prepare for the battle.

Li Feng is never polite to such a Japanese. Even no matter whether the Japanese on the ground moves or not, he will cut off the other party's head with a knife.

If you stab the other person in the body, the other person may not die, but if you cut off your head and still move, Li Feng feels that he must have gone out without reading the old calendar. He is so bad!

The Japanese are still very strong in combat, but unfortunately, there are no bullets in their guns, and there are eighth Route Army guns. Li Feng did not say that he was fighting hand-to-hand combat this time. Why don’t you use bullets if you have bullets?

So the Japanese were in trouble. Some soldiers who could not fight bayonets pulled the bolts and fired at the Japanese. Many diamonds were aiming at them like robbing people's heads.

Some of the Japanese were very angry. Even Li Feng saw several Japanese soldiers rushing up with grenades tied to them, but they were all resolved by the witty veterans one by one.

These veterans are all veterans who have fought for hundreds of battles, and their combat effectiveness may not be as good as the Japanese, but in terms of their ability to respond on the battlefield, they are really no worse than the Japanese, and they are even stronger than most Japanese.

"Okay, the Japanese have no bullets anymore. Those who want to practice Taoism come with me. Those who are not assassinated but have no strong skills can just use bullets to name them!"

At this time, the fat man was like a gangster, carrying a machete and rushed up. If he had another cigarette in his mouth, his image would be more specific.

The eagle slashed the head of the Japanese who was trying to sneak attack Li Feng, and then kicked it away. Ma Laosan didn't know where to get a spear, to be precise, a halberd. Judging from his words, the name seemed to be Fang Tian Huaji, which implyed that he had the power of Lu Bu.

Ma Laosan does have the power of Lu Bu, but he was tripped by the Japanese corpse and fell down. This image is not very good-looking, and Fang Tian's painting halberd flew far away, which is so embarrassing.

Not many people noticed Ma Laosan's embarrassing image. After all, everyone is trying to kill the Japanese now, so there is no time to care whether he fell or not.

Ma Laosan realized that the people around him seemed to have not noticed that he soon rolled over and grabbed his Fang Tian Huaji. It was not Li Feng who deliberately criticized him, but this guy's Fang Tian Huaji was so disgusting that he was just like holding a noodles. It was just how funny it was.

The Japanese were quickly cleaned up. After all, the weapons in their hands were submachine guns, and they were just a shuttle. There were no bullets in the Japanese guns, so it would be strange if they could withstand it.

The last group of people surrounded the Japanese officers and prisoners. The Japanese commander was holding a samurai sword in his hand. The big dogzi thought the boss wanted to kill them, so he swung his mace and smashed a Japanese officer's head. The fat man shouted angrily:

"What are you doing? These Japanese are all money. If you want to kill them, don't do it yourself. And they can be used as evidence to annihilate the enemy, so try to capture them alive."

Is it difficult to capture the devils alive?

Answer: Very, very difficult!

But is it difficult for Li Feng to get along with the Japanese?

Answer: Judging from the current situation, it should be similar to catching chickens!

Five Japanese officers were tied up in a row, and the fat man also pulled out the samurai sword and took a closer look. Then his face became bad. He walked to the Japanese, Zhongzuo and punched him in the eyes.

The Japanese don’t understand now, just kill them, but they will be beaten even if they are alive. What’s going on?

The most important thing is the reason why the fat man beat people, which made a group of people very helpless.

"I'm a Japanese! You didn't even keep your own knife well. Look, there was a big gap on the knife surface. Tell me, why didn't you keep the knife well? It made me feel uncomfortable to take it out to meet people."

Touch ~

When I thought of this, a fat man was very angry and then punched several Japanese men. The final result was that these Japanese men were likely to become second fat brothers.

...

The Central Army pursued the troops empty. When they arrived, the battle would have ended long ago. All that was left was corpses all over the ground, and the Japanese's clothes were stripped of clean, not to mention supplies or anything else.

"Are these 8th Governors who are so powerful?"

The regiment commander who took the lead in pursuing was not sad at all. They were direct troops, so these materials were dispensable, but the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army must not be ignored.

It was able to wipe out seven or eight hundred Japanese devils in such a short time, and an ambush had been set up long ago. In this regard, the opponent's commander was definitely a capable person.

"It must be Li Feng's work! The ones who have the strongest combat power in our neighborhood are them, but we didn't expect that he was already so powerful."

The commander of the Central Army's eyes was full of fear. He was very resentful before. Why did the division commander order them not to provoke the nearby Eighth Route Army, especially the Li Feng's army in Huangshui Town? It seems that the reason should be clear now.

"Retreat, go back and report the matter to the commander."

The Central Army left with people, and at the same time, the Japanese did not contact their troops. The Japanese immediately became very nervous. They had guessed the result of the matter.

But none of these matters. What matters is that Li Feng is very distressed now because he promised to find a little panda for Erpang to play with. Because he forgot about the war, Erpang is very unhappy now and is unwilling to play with Li Feng!

"Brother, what did you do? Erpang ignored you!"

Wu Xiaoshan also came back at this time. A few days ago, she asked her to go out and harvest food with the people. It should be very hard. I saw that there were many scars on his arms, which should be Maimangla.

"I just forgot to find a little panda for it."

He answered casually, and then at this time, Song Yi also walked in, holding a report list in his hand, and the expression on his face showed that their results were quite good this time.

"Boss, this time we wiped out 762 Japanese devils and captured 11 Japanese devils, five of whom were officers and one of them was a central assistant!"

"How many were seized?"

Song Yi's face was a little embarrassed, because they didn't have much seizure this time, and the one they lacked the most was bullets.

"Uh... this... only has more than four hundred guns, and then... it's just a helmet, and there are not many bullets."

"Grandma, the Japanese are so poor!" Li Feng complained in anger. Who would have thought that this time he would have caught hundreds of guns, not even much ammunition.
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