This time back to the northeast, under the leadership of Han Feng, the team followed the old road along the way, all the way in concealment, smoothly avoiding all the enemy troops, almost a week, day and night, close to the border of Tangyuan.

On this day, at around eight o'clock in the evening, after the team was temporarily stationed, Han Feng ordered the members of the old commando team and Lin Cheng, Cao Zhengqing, Luo Cai and other members of the special combat team to gather temporarily.

When walking on the road, Lin Cheng and the others couldn't help but ask Zhou Daniu,

"Instructor, did the regiment commander call us over to fight?" Out of respect, the new members of the special combat team, such as Lin Cheng and Luo Cai, are still willing to call the old members of the commando team instructors.

Zhou Daniu smiled: "What's wrong, I can't help but itch my hands one by one?" Lin Chengdao: "I heard that our regiment commander loves to fight the most, and he is also the most capable of fighting, otherwise the name of Han Madman would not be so loud, but I haven't met a devil puppet army all the way, so I really panicked." The monk happened to pass by, heard the conversation of several people, and said happily: "When I came to the Northeast, I am afraid that there will be no war, what is that like, you can see it, it won't be long before you can't fight if there are many battles, and you can't finish killing those who have many little devils." ”

"Really?" Lin Cheng and the others were pleasantly surprised, after so long of special training, they had long wanted to find a little devil to practice their hands and see the effect of the special training.

The monk said: "Let's go, with my understanding of the third brother, this suddenly gathered the big guys, there must be a battle." ”

"Great." After all the members who should have attended the meeting had gathered, Han Feng spoke, and sure enough, it was similar to what the monk had guessed.

"Comrades, this looks like we are about to reach our base area, to our territory. However, there is still a troublesome matter, just around our boundary, Wuyun, Xunhe, and Foshan, there is a team called the 91st Brigade of the Kwantung Army stationed here, which is a roadblock preventing us from returning to the base area. The brigade commander of the 91st Brigade, Saburo Yamamoto, is my old opponent, and when Lao Tzu first came to Manchuria with the team, he was chased all the way by this old boy behind his ass. But what was the result, this old boy chased after him, I was stunned to pull up the team, not to mention, but also gathered all the comrades of our old department of the Anti-Japanese Federation, and even opened up this residence. Along the way, the 91st Brigade sent us food, guns and artillery. Tell me, is this old devil Yamamoto a good person! Everyone laughed when they heard this, Han Feng raised his hand, and after everyone was quiet, he continued: "Now that I want to take you back to the base area, we must cross this roadblock, if we want to be stable, find a small road, naturally we will quietly cross the 91st Brigade and return to our base area." But I thought, I finally came back from a trip to Kannai this time, and I had to surprise the old devil of Yamamoto. ”

"In addition, at present, our Northeast Special Forces team has a lot of new members, and everyone is training very well, the only thing lacking is practice. At this point, you might as well ask the veteran special combat team members around you, which one has not carried out many special operations missions. Practice is the most able to quickly improve the combat effectiveness of our Northeast Special Combat Team, so I think we should send some teams to send our female comrades and this old backbone back to the base area. Remaining comrades, I am ready to personally take you on a special operations mission. Cao Zhengqing couldn't help but ask: "Regiment commander, what special operations mission?" Han Feng said with a smile: "Go deep behind enemy lines, go straight to the top command of the 91st Brigade of the Japanese Army, and have a decapitation operation, what do you think?" Lin Cheng said excitedly: "Regiment Commander, what are you waiting for, you hurry up and issue a combat mission!" Han Feng said: "Okay, Duan Peng, you first arrange a team to escort and lead Lao Shi and them back to the base area, and then send someone back to the root area in advance to report the situation to the political commissar, and let the political commissar send troops to respond." ”

"Yes." Duan Peng immediately arranged it. …………………… Somewhere in Yubara County, the temporary headquarters of the 91st Brigade.

Although the form of Manchuria was in decline, there were many places in the country with the rise of anti-union forces and the outbreak of the Manchurian puppet army.

The commander of the 91st Brigade, Yamamoto Saburo, was not interested in those, he just fixed his eyes on the dark clouds in Heihe Province, the base opened up by the New Third Regiment.

Saburo Yamamoto, who was looking at the battle map, was a little more confused these days. He stationed his troops in the surrounding area, surrounded Wuyun, Xunhe, Foshan and other base areas, and formed a situation of distant confrontation with the Far Eastern Regiment.

This was a military measure, and economically, Yamamoto Saburo adopted a blockade and ordered the surrounding counties to prohibit economic exchanges with Xunhe, Wuyun, Foshan, and Luobei.

From the beginning of the confrontation, in order to break this passive situation, the Far Eastern Regiment began to constantly combat and harass the units of the 91 brigade.

But these days, the Far East Regiment seems to have been extraordinarily quiet, and for nearly two weeks it has not carried out any combat operations against the 91st Brigade.

This confused Kazuki Yamamoto, who always felt that this was not like the character of his opponent, Han Maniac. Originally worried about Han Feng's terrifying special operations team, Yamamoto set up the headquarters near Jiamusi, as close to the rear as possible, as for the specific location of the headquarters, it is absolutely secret from his subordinates, and what he is wary of is the Far East Regiment team that likes to engage in sneak attacks.

The Shouxi County explosion gate incident Yamamoto is a vivid purpose. However, the Far East Regiment has basically made no military moves in the past two weeks, and Yamamoto has gradually relaxed his vigilance, and in order to better command and obtain first-line intelligence, he ordered the headquarters to be secretly transferred from Jiamusi to a hidden place in Tangyuan.

In order to find out the reason why the Far Eastern Regiment had not moved for the past two weeks, Yamamoto ordered his front-line garrison to slowly press forward these days.

To Yamamoto's surprise, his opponent did not seem to have any intention of confronting him, and as his frontline team pressed in, the Far Eastern Regiment gradually retreated and shrank backwards.

That's a weird thing! Yamamoto was even more puzzled by this, he had fought with Han Feng many times, and he knew that his opponent was doing things in a disorderly manner, but he was bold, and you could never guess what he was going to do next.

But what's going on right now? In the face of his own temptation, the other party actually did not counterattack at all, this is not like the character of that Han madman!

Could it be that there are some huge traps waiting for you? Every time he thought of this, Yamamoto's heart was extremely worried, he was afraid of suffering at Han Feng's hands, how many times had he been planted along the way!

Even this big encirclement of Wuyun, Xunhe, Foshan and other base areas was actually eaten by Han Feng's guy.

The 91 Brigade was really disgraced by this. So much so that in the current confrontation, Yamamoto was cautious in every step, for fear of falling into Han Feng's trap again.

This is also the reason why every time his team approached and the Far Eastern Regiment chose to retreat, he did not dare to order the pursuit!

The devil knows what kind of trap the cunning opponent has arranged in front of him, waiting for him to jump on his own......