The people of the Eighth Route Army still cared more about everyone's life and death, and after the other group of wounded arrived in Yangchun ahead of schedule, the people on the Yangcun side were particularly worried about the situation of the medical team, so they simply sent a platoon to look for them, and soon found Li Feng and them halfway through.

"Hey platoon leader, you see that the group of people in front of you is a little wrong, the few people in the lead are still holding guns, and they seem to be following behind...... Puppet Army ......"

The sentries of the Eighth Route Army are still very clever, and their eyes are particularly good, even at six o'clock in the morning.

The platoon commander pulled the brim of his hat, held the box gun in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked carefully ahead, and then said.

"This should be the person we have to wait for, the puppet army in the back didn't have guns, and it looks like a prisoner.

And you see that the people in the white coats in front of them should be the nurses and clothes of the medical team, but why do they carry so many prisoners? ”

The platoon commander of the Eighth Route Army was particularly strange, and at this time, the sentry pointed to the front and shouted:

"Hey, platoon leader, there's a little fat man sitting on the carriage, as if ...... There's still a man lying on it! ”

Everyone was vigilant, after all, it was not known whether the other party was friend or foe, in case the devil captured the medical team passing by here, if they rushed down, they would definitely suffer great losses, so the platoon commander ordered everyone to wait for others to approach before acting.

When a group of people really approached, Li Feng held two box cannons in his hands and motioned for everyone to stop.

One of the warriors did not understand why and asked:

"Why stop? Yangcun is in front of us, we have gone around such a big circle, we can't stop here, Dr. Shen's illness can't be delayed. ”

"Pay attention to me, there seems to be someone on both sides."

"What?"

Hearing this, several soldiers couldn't help but aim their guns at the high ground on one side, and at this time, the grass on the high ground really squirmed several times.

Then came a voice.

"Who are you?"

"We are the ...... of eight"

"You ask me who I am, and I still want to know who you are?"

Holding two guns, Li Feng asked weakly, and directly interrupted a soldier's answer, God knows who the other party is, it is not good to rashly expose the identity of Balu.

"We are the Eighth Route Army!"

Li Feng let out an "oh", then looked at the soldiers on the side and said casually:

"You guys, talk about it!"

Several fighters resisted the idea of beating this fat man to death, if it weren't for seeing him kill the devil so neatly, this little fat man would be even fatter now.

"Comrade, don't shoot, we are all our own people, I came from the third battalion, and I am responsible for escorting the medical team to Yang Village!"

These warriors are really upright, and no one else asked them what they were doing, and they just shook everything out.

Fortunately, the other party is really his own person, otherwise he will definitely suffer a lot.

After hearing these words on the hillside, a group of people immediately came down, and sure enough, all of them were wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army.

It doesn't look bright at all, it's completely green, and many of them are old clothes, not as new as they are in the TV series.

"Hello comrades, I am Song Yu, the platoon commander of the Yangcun guard platoon, and our company commander asked me to come here to meet you."

"It's good to be your own person, but Platoon Commander Song, I hope you can arrange a place as soon as possible, Shen Yichun is having a high fever now, I hope you can provide some antipyretics."

The day of the chat was quickly over, Shen Yi got out of the carriage, and at this time, Li Feng also walked up, helped her and said:

"Don't get up, the destination ahead will be fine soon!"

The words of the little fat man have magic!

This is the thought in the hearts of a group of nurses and a few soldiers, and Shen Yi herself thinks the same way, I don't know why, she always feels that this little fat man is a little different.

……

Yangcun is a small village, the villagers here look very simple, but they are too poor, and the supply of living materials is a little difficult, even salt is very difficult to buy, and the little devil has been a little crazy recently.

By the time they arrived at the entrance of Yangcun Village, it was already completely dawn, and there were several soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on duty at the entrance of the village, but half of the soldiers were holding large blades or long hairs in their hands.

Ordinary people just watched Li Feng and they swaggered in, and when they first entered the village, Platoon Commander Song was ready to arrange these puppet soldiers to other places.

Li Feng immediately jumped out of the carriage as soon as he saw it, hurriedly walked towards a group of puppet soldiers, and looked at a puppet soldier in everyone's puzzled eyes and said:

"Squat!"

The puppet army saw that it was this dead fat man, and squatted down without saying a word, and the action of holding his head with both hands was simply a textbook version, which was extremely standard.

Of course, he didn't know what Li Feng wanted to do, and at this time, Shen Yi also slowly walked down from the carriage, she always felt that this little fat man was going to do something strange.

Things were exactly the same as Shen Yi expected, Li Feng rushed up to face this hypocrite, and he was beaten wildly.

Before the surrounding Eighth Route Army could stop it, the fight was over, and the puppet army covered their bodies and screamed.

At this time, a cadre of the Eighth Route Army with glasses saw this situation and immediately came over and sternly reprimanded:

"Which platoon are you in? Didn't you know that beating a captives was a violation of discipline? ”

There was no trace of artificiality in his eyes, he was really on the line, and the people around him also felt very strange.

But Li Xiaopang didn't pay attention to these people at all, and said to himself while walking towards this puppet army.

"I almost forgot that you bastard is not honest, and after saying that, I smashed it on the stomach of this puppet army, and almost vomited all the food that the puppet army ate last year!"

"You ......"

The glasses cadres next to him were almost mad, and at this time, Li Feng kept groping for the puppet army, and then jerked from his waist.

At this time, the eyes of several people were cold, and they suddenly felt cold in their hearts, because what Li Feng was holding in his hand was a small pistol.

"You think Lao Tzu doesn't know, do you? I wanted to wait for you to shoot, but who knew that you didn't even do it until now.

What a fucking coward! ”

The puppet army on the ground is about to vomit blood, and he definitely doesn't want to keep this gun to do it, but to save his life, and it's not looking for death to do it!

Who knew they would run into such a scoundrel!

And this scoundrel actually found out, this time he definitely went out and didn't see the old yellow calendar and poured blood mold.

"Uncle, I really don't want to do it, I'm just ...... Ouch ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Feng punched him in the left eye again, and suddenly, the hypocrite became a panda, covering his eyes with both hands and screaming incessantly.

Li Feng threw away the gun in his hand, and then I ignored the others and walked towards Shen Yi, grabbed her hand, slapped the small pistol into his hand, and said:

"This is my gift to you, I will beat whoever is upset in the future!"

"How can you, a warrior, do this? Don't you know, the seizure will be returned to the public? ”

The glasses cadre chased after him, as if he wanted to ask for a pistol, and at this time, he saw Li Feng with two guns hanging on his body, and a watch on one hand, and just wanted to continue to say something, Li Xiaopang replied casually.

"I'm not the Eighth Route Army, and I'm handing it over to myself, who do I want to give my own things to, can you control it?"

"You ......"

No, I want to kill this fat man. The man with glasses thought to himself.