From the beginning to the end of this battle, it took less than half an hour.

It has been half an hour since the disturbance of the battlefield continued.

After a long time, Han Feng was a little worried, and hurriedly sent scouts to a farther place to reconnoiter the Japanese troops who might be attracted by the gunfire at any time.

Fortunately, the battle took place in the middle of the night, and this Japanese squad should have been a lone army, and they accidentally touched this dirt slope, and the battle broke out suddenly, so they did not have time to pass the news of the ambush back.

The defeated soldiers, no, at this moment, it should be said that the soldiers of the Houyong Regiment are still cleaning the battlefield at the moment.

It's just that the scene of the soldiers cleaning the battlefield is really a bit unbearable to look at, even if the equipment such as guns, ammunition and grenades is captured, the little devils generally march with a day's rations, especially this time for the big sweep, the Japanese soldiers are carrying enough rations for a few days, whether it is canned food or compressed biscuits, it is naturally cheaper for the winner.

But what's the deal with picking up other people's clothes? Not only did they pick up their clothes, they cleaned them from the outside to the inside, and even the crotch cloth, the soldiers didn't seem to plan to let go.

The monk couldn't help but muttered next to Han Feng, "His grandma's, this can't be our own comrades hidden inside the fruit army!" ”

When did the fruit army get mixed up to such a miserable state?

Han Feng: ......

He suddenly felt that he was the head of the Yongtuan after this, and with his thick black old face, he was afraid that he would be a little unbearable.

Seeing that the second lieutenant Lian Zhou did not hesitate to stretch out his black hands to the crotch cloth of a Japanese soldier, Han Feng's face twitched slightly, and he couldn't hold back any longer, "Lian Zhou, you fucking leave a piece of cloth for others!" ”

When Henan Lao Lian Zhou heard this fate, Ling seemed to be a little aggrieved, turned his head and looked at Han Feng with a blank eye: "Regiment leader, I don't even have a pair of pants!" The wind is blowing below, and it's cold, this little devil's thing, don't take it for nothing. ”

Han Feng: ......

This kid is a real hardcore.

"If you don't feel panicked, you can wear it, but I'll make it clear to you first, it is said that the little devil can't stop it from being washed for many years, and the smell can smoke people to death from afar.

Besides, now that there are devils on all sides, and the war is tight, it is unknown where our brothers in the Houyong Regiment will die, and whether there will be anyone to collect the corpses for you.

In case your kid is sacrificed one day, and he is still wearing a pair of devil pants, he may be buried as a little devil.

If you are alive, you won't talk about it, and when you're dead, you can't go back to the root of it, and you're still buried with the little devil, don't you feel panicked? ”

Lian Zhou listened to it, and it was reasonable, so he quickly retracted his hand in fright, and slapped his nose with his hand in disgust, and at the same time kicked the corpse of this devil, and scolded: "The little devil of the dog day, it's so fucking disgusting." ”

Everyone could hear the conversation between Han Feng and Lian Zhou, so there was no longer the idea of a soldier beating the little devil's crotch cloth.

"Everyone should pay attention to it, and the battlefield must be cleaned quickly, that is, in this deep mountain, the battle happened in the middle of the night, and it was left on weekdays, according to the speed at which you cleaned the battlefield, it would have been surrounded by later devil reinforcements."

After Han Feng gave the order, the soldiers sped up, and soon, the battlefield was completely cleaned.

More than 50 corpses of devils were buried in the nearest place by the soldiers.

Han Feng's original words were, "The devil is an aggressor, a beast, if he is alive, we have to kill him, but if he is dead, in the spirit of humanitarianism, we won't say anything, we can't let people expose the corpse to the wilderness, right?"

Let their corpses serve as fertilizer for the great rivers and mountains of our motherland, so as to atone for their unforgivable sins! ”

"Return."

When he came, he wore the stars and the moon, a total of 321 soldiers.

When the moon set on the return, there were only 253 people left.

The mood of the fighters was somewhat sluggish, only to be quickly diluted by the long-lost victory.

They cheered and celebrated all the way, describing to each other how they killed the enemy bravely in the ambush battle.

Jiang Long hugged a crooked man, which he had captured on the battlefield just now, and after the capture, he held it in his arms, and no matter who said it, he would never let go.

As for the other light machine gun, it was grabbed by Hunan soldier Li Jiasheng.

The corners of his son Jiang Long's mouth were full of pride, "As soon as the battle started, three shots hit an enemy, the regiment commander gave an order, Lao Tzu was the first to rush out, what about the little devil, Luo circled his legs, deflated calves, dragged down with one shot, and his head was still blooming, just in this battle, Lao Tzu killed three devils." ”

There are indeed a lot of three devils, which is something that the defeated soldiers would never dare to imagine in the past.

You know, even if they haven't killed a few devils, most of them are just bragging.

Li Jiasheng, who was also holding a machine gun, said: "I'm no worse than you, cripple one, kill two." ”

"Well done, crippling one on the battlefield is better than killing one, and the effect is better!"

The basket scoop said: "There are too few devils to kill, so I will kill one." ”

"If you can kill a devil, it's enough for you to blow for half a year, scoop, you kid just snort!" Yu Laoyi sighed.

The corners of Basket Scoop's mouth rose, "Grandpa Yu, you are an expert at killing devils, and you used to tell us how many devils you killed on the battlefield, but what about this time?" How many did you do? ”

Yu Laoyi stopped talking, and coughed dryly twice, "My gun got stuck after two shots, otherwise I would have been able to bring down the two devils if I didn't say anything." ”

Oh –

The crowd made an uproar, stretching the tone for an extraordinarily long time.

As for those who retreated in the ambush battle, Jiang Long scolded a few words, and after Han Feng glanced at him lightly, Jiang Long closed his mouth, and no one mentioned this matter again.

It's just that the people who do it are naturally weak-minded, and the routs who retreated from the battle all hung their heads, even if someone killed the devil, they were embarrassed to show off.

Han Feng knew the situation of the routs retreating.

But he knew very well that this kind of thing was not so easy to change.

After all, this is the first time to go to the battlefield and win the battle, for these defeats that have almost become a habit and go deep into the bone marrow, it is not easy to be able to brake in time in the retreat, and then choose to follow closely behind in Han Feng's first charge.

Han Feng naturally didn't need to take these people out and reprimand them.

The moon set in the western mountains, and the team returned in the direction of Nancun in the gradually dimming moonlight.

Han Feng ordered a few torches to be lit, which was a signal transmission that he had discussed with Master Dong.

As long as this fire is transmitted, it means that the Houyong Regiment has won and Nancun is safe.

On the contrary, the people of Nancun should start to flee and transfer.

In fact, the place where Han Feng and his party fought was not far from Nancun, especially in this dead night, the sound of gunfire could be heard several kilometers away, and the people of Nancun were lying on the bed, but no one really fell asleep, just listened to the gunshot, and prayed in their hearts.

This battle is about the survival of Nancun, and who can turn a blind eye to the autumn of life and death?

When the gunfire slowly stopped, the hearts of the people were raised to their throats, and they did not know who had won.

The villagers spontaneously dressed themselves and walked out of the house, gathered at the entrance of the village, and when they saw the light of the three or five faint torches in the distance, the crowd suddenly boiled, because they knew that this meant the triumph of the Houyong Regiment......