Before Han Feng could open his mouth to remind, an incendiary bomb drew a piece of light in the dark night and threw it towards the grass in the center of the lake, smashing on the grass with a pop, and the scattered flames quickly ignited some dead grass.

The Japanese soldiers who threw the incendiary grenades were apparently on target, but they simply threw the incendiary bombs at the edge of the sand, igniting some of the dead grass at the very edge.

Fortunately, the dead grass on this sandy land does not grow densely and uninterruptedly, but is distributed in the east and west.

It's just that from the perspective of the Japanese army, they can't see this, they just think that this sand is full of dry grass, and a single incendiary bomb can burn the dead grass on this sand land.

The flames rose rapidly, dispelling all the darkness in the center of the lake, and since the incendiary bomb was not thrown in the middle of the dense grass, it would not affect too many areas, Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

But he suddenly noticed not far away, the figure in the grass at the edge of the sand, the stake, which was unswervingly hidden in the dead grass that had already burned.

Broken......

Han Feng was in a hurry, if it continued like this, the fire would spread, and the pile would definitely be unavoidable.

But at this moment, the fire has gradually risen, the firelight will illuminate this piece clearly, the devil not far away must be observing here with a telescope, and the edge of the pile is just in the sight of the devil, at this time as long as there is a slight movement of the pile, it is very likely to be discovered by the Japanese army.

And once discovered by the Japanese army, Han Feng and his party were on the sand in the center of the lake, except for these dead grasses, they couldn't even find any cover, but the dry grass couldn't stop bullets and shells, if this battle broke out, Han Feng and his party would immediately be used as a live target in the middle of the lake.

No one could have expected that the devil would be so cautious.

The sandy land in the center of this lake, which was originally an excellent hiding place, has now become a dead end that can kill Han Feng and his party.

At this moment, even Han Feng, who had always been wise, felt a little helpless.

Beat!

This thought arose in Han Feng's heart, and there seemed to be no other way.

Zhu Guoshou and his entourage are ready to fight at any time, and everyone knows that this situation in front of them does not need Han Feng to say more, this battle, even if it is nine deaths and no life, seems to be inevitable.

But at this critical moment.

Han Feng, who was closer to the pile, suddenly saw the gesture of the pile being raised slightly.

The meaning of that sign language couldn't be clearer: no problem.

Han Feng's heart was shocked for a while, and of course he understood what the sign language of the pile meant.

This made Han Feng know that the choice of the stake was the wisest thing for the entire team, but he couldn't help but feel pain and hesitation in his heart.

Seeing that the stake was about to be engulfed by the flames, Han Feng's eyes turned red because of the tumbling of qi and blood in his body.

Could it be that he watched his brother go to be that heroic comrade, in order to avoid exposure and sacrifice other comrades, but was burned alive by this fire?

If such a scene were to be seen by one's own brothers and living people, it would be thousands of times more painful than slashing one's heart with a knife!

The nails that Han Feng clasped in the palm of his hand had penetrated deep into the flesh.

He couldn't wait to jump up now, pick up his submachine gun, and fight with the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side.

But reason told him that he was responsible for the lives of a dozen brothers in this business.

The fire continues to spread.

The face of the stake turned to the side was clearly reflected in Han Feng's eyes by the light of the fire.

His face was almost distorted, and the burnt flesh that filled the air had even reached Han Feng's nostrils, but the corners of the stake's mouth actually squeezed out a smile at Han Feng, a smile without regrets, brave and fearless.

At the arm of the stake, the originally soaked clothes had been dried at the moment, and then they could no longer resist the heat of the flames, and began to burn, and the next step would be to burn his flesh, and his whole body would be consumed by the flames.

But the stake just endured all the pain without saying a word.

Just like in the special training not long ago, when he tested the willpower of the pile, Han Feng was also amazed and impressed.

This soldier is amazing, he has a will of steel, and he has the determination to die for the revolution without regret.

And now, he has done it, right in front of Han Feng's eyes, in front of all the fighters.

The stake endured this boundless pain, and even sacrificed himself to save the lives of the entire team.

Tears rolled out of Han Feng's eyes, he was crying silently, and his heart was already crying blood.

The other warriors also realized what had happened, and their eyes glistened with tears.

Time passed incomparably slowly in this moment, mixed with endless pain.

…… Not far away, when his subordinates asked if they were continuing to throw a few incendiary bombs, Harano Jiro waved his hand disapprerovingly and said:

"This sand is not very big, if the enemy is hiding on it, the burning flames will definitely affect them at this moment, but now there is still no movement in the whole sand, which means that there can be no enemy, let's go, continue to pursue the fleeing rebels."

"Hey!"

Harano Jiro's gaze retracted from the fire burning in the sand not far away, and led the team to quickly pursue Xu Changfu and his party who had fled.

"Let's go, regimental commander, the devil is gone, we're saved." Zhu Guoshou cried with joy.

"Stake, stake—" Han Feng roared.

There was no response from the stake.

Tears were still surging in his eyes, Han Feng rushed to the side of the pile like crazy, and the whole person threw himself on the body of the pile, picked up his body, and jumped into the lake.

On the eve of the jump, Han Feng felt the burning heat coming from his hands, just like this, it was already a little unbearable, I really couldn't imagine it......

"Swim over, prepare to evacuate—" Xu Zilin hurriedly ordered.

Without further delay, a group of people jumped into the lake and swam towards the shore with all their might, leaving behind the fire that had risen to the sky in the sand.

Han Feng crossed the unresponsive stake and arrived at the shore first, and hurriedly went ashore, Han Feng hurriedly lay the stake flat and put it away.

Feel the pulse, luck...... The pulse was beating but a little weak, it seemed that the stake had just been burned, and he was suddenly held by Han Feng and jumped into the water, hot and cold, and temporarily unconscious.

"Old Han, how is the stake?"

"Stake brothers."

Han Feng waved his hand, grinned in his teary eyes, and said, "It doesn't matter, it's just that there is a certain degree of burns on his arms and back, and he is temporarily unconscious, he is too tired, let him sleep well!"

It's really a loss of stakes.

The Japanese ambush on the slope has also been evacuated, brothers, we must seize the opportunity to evacuate. ”

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