The nearby Central Army also found it very strange. Logically speaking, most of the Japanese seem to have not had direct contact with the Tujiao Route Army. How could such a big deal cause?

The command centers of all parties conducted observations and deductions, but in the end they did not understand what was going on.

The nearby Central Army wanted to help. After all, the Eighth Route Army was doing business with them, and there was still a large part of the compressed dry food that had not been delivered. They had already paid the deposit. If these Eighth Route Army soldiers were killed by the Japanese, they would have cried to death.

However, the superiors' punishment will be very severe in the future. After all, many officials in Chongqing don't like Li Feng. If they know that they have helped the other party, they will probably have no good results in the future.

"Teacher, this eighth leader is not going to be able to do it, right? There are still many businesses between us. If they can't do it, we will lose a huge amount."

Sure enough, the most stable relationship between people is the interest relationship. The Central Army knows to help the Eighth Route Army, which shows how big this interest relationship is.

The division commander sighed, took off his hat and rubbed his head, and then asked at a group of commanders:

"Do you have any way to help these territorial 8th Route Army? After all, if the business is done, everyone will benefit. If the territorial 8th Route Army is finished, everyone will probably lose money."

When it comes to their own interests, these bureaucrats are very selfish and think that the gang of the Eighth Route Army should be, but there is still no routine for them to help them.

In the end, they decided to launch an attack on the nearby puppet troops, under the banner of eliminating traitors. Recently, Chongqing has asked them to do this. This is not considered helping the Eighth Route Army, right?

The division commander of the puppet army was having fun with the Japanese wife at this time. After hearing the violent explosion, he seemed to have lost some ability and no matter how hard the Japanese women tried.

Especially at this time, a pair of Japanese men kicked open the door. Seeing them together, they were having fun...

After seeing this scene, Ma Laosan covered his mouth and left immediately. After folding his hands together, he seemed to feel guilty. Finally, he opened his eyes and added:

"very good!"

The Japanese lieutenant looked at this scene and didn't know what to do, so he simply stood still.

No one paid attention to the dispute between the commanders of the puppet army and the commanders of the Japanese. After all, no one can stand anyone else if they are green.

The fat man wanted to do the most now was to move these supplies away. However, at this time, a good record came from the front and the Japanese were killed.

After coming to the Japanese military camp, Li Feng was very angry. While dodging his way on the ground, he covered his nose and complained: Which bastard called me to come over? You must wear more pairs of shoes for him when you look back.

It doesn’t matter if there are a lot of blood on the battlefield, and even the corpse is blown to pieces and it is not disgusting. But why is there shit everywhere on this battlefield? The stench has covered the smell of blood.

In the end, Li Feng came to a conclusion, that is, the disgusting Japanese devils were actually suffering from diarrhea in the military camp, and their military discipline and appearance were completely lost. No wonder they were defeated so easily.

The Japanese in the Hall of Hell wanted to cry very much, but now they want to beat the cook, wanting to know what is in the meal? Why do all of them get diarrhea and run away?

"These Japanese are not really puppet military uniforms, are they? We are winning at a little fast!" The fat man picked up a gun, pinched the bayonet with two thumbs, and picked it up. He found that there were a few pieces of shit sticking on it and then threw it away decisively.

So disgusting!

Several veterans looked at the boss with some disgust. When they were poor and had no equipment, they had never seen the boss so delicate. Isn’t it just a few pieces of shit? Who hasn’t pulled him?

In the past, boss, didn’t you go to the toilet to grab some salt? Why are you afraid of a few pieces of shit now?

"I said you guys are careful, remember to wipe the shit on the gun clean, otherwise don't pick it up, I'm afraid my sister will hit me!"

No one paid attention to the boss's words, because everyone was picking up guns. When the fat man saw everyone ignore him, he walked straight ahead and snatched several watches in the eagle's hand.

The angry eagle just wanted to look back and see who stole his stuff, but saw the boss admiring his watch. He quickly changed into a flattering smile and said:

"Boss, can I give my stuff back?"

"It's more than that, of course it can't!" Li Feng kicked all these watches into his pocket last night, and then continued to walk directly in front to collect the capitol tax.

Li Feng didn't care about the cigarettes seized by everyone, and even some veterans kicked a few packs of cigarettes. They were originally robbed, so what happened to the few pieces?

"Boss, look at this thing. It seems to be a camera. I used it last time when I met reporter Wang." A veteran handed it to Li Feng with a box-like camera in his hand. The fat man was very satisfied. He nodded and handed it to the guard, then patted the veteran on the shoulder and said good job.

The Japanese reporter seemed to have been killed by a bomb, so of course this kind of thing cannot be admitted, so a veteran quickly changed the reporter's uniform.

Reporter? What reporter? I didn’t see it at all!

The reporter was killed by a bombing was purely an accident, but it would be better to have more of such accidents. Anyway, these Japanese devils don’t write anything good.

The most regrettable thing is that the Japanese commander was a captain, and the command knife in his hand dropped a price. The old fat man picked up the knife without shit and smashed his mouth with a pity:

"Old Zhang from the Logistics Department has a knife. I wonder if I can give me some approvals this time so that I can allocate more materials myself."

Lao Zhang from the Logistics Department is an old stinger. He originally started the arsenal, but Lao Zhang was going to get a fuck. Relying on being the minister, he actually took away half of the material distribution rights. If it weren't for this guy who had supported him dozens of boxes of grenades, Li Feng would have beaten people long ago.

I have long heard that Lao Zhang loves knives but not beauties. This time I can see if I can regain some distribution rights. After all, the development of the troops also requires materials!

"It's okay, after all, it's also the sword of a Japanese squadron leader. He should be able to get away with it if he is an assistant sword?"

No matter what, it doesn’t matter whether the Japanese squadron leader is a captain or a major. The main thing is that Li Feng killed the opponent!

Seeing a veteran picking up a pack of cigarettes and rubbing off some shit on it with his hands, Li Feng turned his head disgustedly and didn't want to look at him. Damn, he's so poor!

"Come on, let me see if there are any Japanese girls here?"
Chapter completed!