Early the next morning, Henan was already very cold in early November, and Li Feng estimated that it might snow that day.

The reporters were trembling with cold and still refused to leave the trenches. The fat chief didn't let them take photos, especially the various shapes of the trenches were not allowed to be taken. I heard that they were afraid that they would leak their secrets.

This made some reporters unhappy. We are Chinese journalists, how could we disclose the secrets to the Japanese?

Li Feng did not let go of this. He just took pictures of the Japanese during the war. As for the defense maps, he would be spared. After all, their machine guns have been set up now. If the Japanese speculate on the location of their heavy weapons, they will be bombarded with one shot. Can the battle continue?

"I said you can just come and visit, so you can avoid taking photos or something for the time being. I will have the chance to take photos in the future.

And you don’t have much leftover film. What if you use it now and have better photos? Don’t ask me for film at that time. I’m very poor. I have eaten black masks these days. The first time I have eaten in such a long time since I have been fighting for such a bad food.

Just look at it. This time the Japanese are coming in full force. I guess they should have a lot of supplies. This time I will see if I can rob their transportation troops. If you get canned meat or something like that, you will get some points.

As for now... you should eat steamed buns and pickles. Who made our Eighth Route Army suffer from poverty recently? You said it would be great if you left, and you can eat delicious food and drink spicy food at home. Will it feel uncomfortable?"

The little fat man sat under the tree and ran a train and shouted to these reporters. The reporters have now adapted to Li Feng's way of speaking. They look like a bunch of gangsters. No wonder others don't call him the official position the boss. The relationship is really about the top of the mountain!

"Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng, when will the Japanese arrive?" A male reporter asked boldly. He had just recorded a lot of content, basically humorous and funny. Next, he had to record some iron-blooded stories.

"If you ask me who will I ask? The Japanese have arrived less than 20 miles away from us, but who knew they suddenly stopped. I guess they didn't take the girls. I guess they were transporting supplies to the front line as women!"

Li Feng's words were naturally fooling people. The reason why the Japanese stopped was not because they needed women, but because they were now pursuing some nearby small villages, trying to obtain some extra supplies.

Li Feng also secretly sent out a small group of troops to fight guerrilla warfare with these Japanese devils. I believe that news will be heard soon.

As for the transportation troops that robbed the Japanese, the fat man guessed that they were almost successful, so he dared to slap these reporters, otherwise he would not have expressed these combat deployments.

"Then we can't wait here. Can the Eighth Route Army take the initiative to attack the Japanese?" Another reporter asked, and Li Feng immediately picked up his helmet, ignored anyone and walked towards the trench, muttering while walking:

"Damn it, why didn't I expect to take the initiative?"

When the reporters heard this, they were as excited as if they were injected with chicken blood. The Eighth Route Army was going to take the initiative to attack the Japanese. This is good news. If it succeeds, it will probably be able to inject chicken blood into the people across the country.

After putting on the steel helmet, the fat man walked into the trenches, and then summoned several platoons of soldiers to discuss whether he could attack the Japanese once.

"Boss, you really have to take the initiative, right? I think the reporter just said casually, why are you taking it seriously?"

The first platoon leader of the guard company is Li Feng's old subordinate. Now he is wearing a steel helmet on his head, looking at the map with Li Feng in the frontier command center. He wants to persuade Li Feng to be more steady. After all, their Japanese are not small enemies this time. Maybe they are just a brigade, and they are powerful enemies!

Since their formation developed, it seems that they have not had a head-on battle with the gang-level Japanese troops, especially this time they have shortage of supplies and are responsible for attracting firepower, which is even more challenging for the formation.

"What reporters say? That's a fool to those stupid reporters. I've thought about taking the initiative from the beginning.

Look at this, the Frontier Observation Post had just heard back, saying that the Japanese had hoarded a squadron's troops here and seemed to be doing some construction. According to the Frontier Observation Post's observation, the purpose of the Japanese squadron was not to establish a line of defense, but to establish a material transfer station.

So the Japanese are also ready to fight with us for a long time. Once the Japanese have the ability to fight for a long time, it will be very unfavorable for us."

A row leader looked at Li Feng with a strange look. The boss said that he was right, but why was the boss's tone and expression so wrong?

The situation is so bad, why do you show that you feel like you see a dog shit... Oh, the fly is like blood?

Not only did he not have any worries, but why were he so excited?

Yes, a fat man was really excited now because he had heard that a considerable portion of the Japanese supplies had been transported to the transit station. Although there was a squadron of Japanese soldiers around, the other Japanese troops had not arrived yet. In other words, the Japanese soldiers in this squadron looked a bit lonely.

Damn it, God gave you a good opportunity. If he didn't take advantage of this time to eat the transit station and get a wave of supplies back, he would be sorry for such a good opportunity.

So from the beginning, he was fooling people and pulling troops to this place to establish defense lines just to confuse the public and divert the Japanese's attention. The purpose was to have a good start at the beginning and eat up a wave of Japanese supplies.

"Boss, don't you want to eat this material transfer station?" The platoon leader felt that his head was a little big. Now Gu Tongfang and the others are not here, so he, a small platoon leader, could not persuade the boss!

"If you don't eat, you have to wait for it to get a cub!" He glared at the long row of long eyes in anger. This man was not like his soldiers, so why aren't he greedy? All of my soldiers should be greedy. When I see the Japanese supplies, I think of robbing them. If I can't rob, I have to think about it in my heart!

"But the superior's order is to let us stick to it, if this rash attack is..."

"Guard Company, it seems that you have been in the guard company for a long time, and your enterprising spirit has been worn out a lot.

I like to take offense as defense, and my superiors only told us to stick to it. Isn’t I the final say about how to defend it?

All the people are fighting, and winning is a good strategy. If you can’t win, that’s useless.”

A black cat and a white cat, a cat that can catch mice is a good cat. Li Feng has a thorough understanding, otherwise he would have been the leader of the group. It is because he has resisted too much, and his superiors have to show their merits while punishing them.

"Okay, I've finished preparing the troops. Leave the command here to Ma Zongcai, and I believe he can handle it."
Chapter completed!