After reading the telegram sent by the division headquarters, the little fat man's mood was complicated, because this time he would have been punished for not breaking through according to the predetermined plan, but in view of the fact that he killed all the officers of the devil's first brigade command, this punishment was also waived, but at the same time, there was no reward.

The little fat man thought about it, there would be no reward if there was no reward, anyway, there would be no punishment.

There is no punishment, but under the telegram, he asked him to send 20,000 yuan to the ocean, and if he didn't send it, he would have a good chat about Jin Suijun giving him a full set of silver weapons and equipment.

This tone of speech, except for Brigade Commander Da Chen, there was no one else, and unconsciously, the little fat man made a note for Brigade Commander Da Chen in his small notebook.

20,000 oceans is not a small amount, it is enough for him to expand two platoons, and the most important thing is that he only has 20,000 oceans left in his hand now, if he hands them all in, the next year will not be easy.

But the officer is crushed to death at the first level, and he is now only a deputy company-level garrison captain, and I don't know how many levels worse than the division commander?

This order cannot be disobeyed, so the money still has to be paid, but it can be done in another way.

The little fat man seized some gold and silver before, as well as precious jewelry, all of which were valuable goods, converted into an ocean, not to mention 20,000 yuan, 40,000 yuan, and it happened that these things were particularly hot in his hands, so it was best to send them at this time!

"Becoming the wind!"

Thinking of this, he shouted outside, and then a warrior with a sven-looking man with a shell gun on his back walked in.

Cheng Feng, the No. 1 staff officer of the garrison, was laughingly called "chief of staff" by cadres at all levels, and he usually took care of trivial matters, such as he shared the task of Uncle Song to manage money.

"What's the captain?"

"You immediately sort out all the gold and silver nuggets we seized before, as well as any gold rings and bracelets, and then find out their value for me and hand them over to the division headquarters.

Remember, the value must be more than 20,000 oceans, and if it is not enough, use the ocean to make up for it, and you must not miss it! ”

The property handed over must be no more, not less, and there is no need to elaborate on the reason.

The division commander wiped his ass clean, and he couldn't let the division commander's hands get dirty, how good it was for everyone to carry each other.

Cheng Feng didn't understand what was going on, but he still felt that it was better for him to do it, the boss was mad from time to time but wanted to beat people, he didn't know how to fight bayonets, he only had to be beaten in front of the boss.

The problem of money seems to be solved, and now only they are left with the wrong thing, originally he had more than 500 troops, but now more than half of the casualties are killed, and some are in the hospital, and there are less than 200 troops in hand.

The casualties in the direction of Wushan Town were also heavy, but Li Feng gave priority to replenishing their large number of recruits, and there were no major difficulties for the time being.

However, the artillery platoon may have been dumb for a few months recently, because the artillery shells have all been exhausted, and Xu Qiang has only been able to beat the wall in addition to scolding his mother in the past few days.

Poor!

The little fat man can't say much about this matter, the left and right are all cannonballs consumed by fighting devils, and he can't help but fight.

Huangshui Town and Dafeng Township were once again captured by him, that is to say, the devil did not occupy any advantage in this sweep, but lost a lot of troops.

The arsenal has also reopened, all the workers are ready, many of the damaged firearms have been sent in for repair, and it is believed that it will not be long before their damaged light and heavy weapons will be revived.

Compared with the relaxed Eighth Route Army in Huangshui Town, the little devil is not easy.

Murakami Tianwen was killed, and an adjutant in the headquarters, a squadron leader, and several squad leaders were also killed.

This time, the first brigade can be regarded as having lost its commander, and it is good if there is no chaos.

Taro Sato stood in front of Murakamita's corpse, one of his arms missing, but he still held the position of squadron leader and rose to the rank of captain.

Originally, according to his situation, he would either retire or commit suicide by seppuku, but if the devil wants to reorganize the third squadron, he must have a qualified squadron leader, and Taro Sato is one of their candidates.

And in a recent sweep, an infantry squadron led by Taro Sato directly defeated a regiment of the Jin Sui Army, which allowed him to secure the position of squadron leader.

It's just that the situation in front of him makes him unable to believe that the chief he once admired the most, and the man who single-handedly brought him to this position, is lying in front of him at the moment.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe that the weapons and equipment of the Dirt Eight Road can kill Murakami-kun."

Taro Sato shouted, his emotions were a little out of control, not only him, but the other three squadron leaders of the first brigade were also very angry, and the anger in his eyes was about to erupt.

But the facts in front of them made them have to believe that Tsuchihachi had such strength.

"Sato-kun, Murakami-kun has broken jade, please mourn!"

Another Nakasa also came up and persuaded him, and he didn't want to believe it was true.

Compared with their anger, the armored troops on the other side were a little annoyed, because their two tanks and two armored vehicles were completely gone, and they didn't even come back.

Now the infantry is annoyed, and it is obviously unwise to rush up and ask for responsibility at this moment, so they can only hold back, and their bodies are about to suffocate internal injuries.

……

The Central Army has found out some information, but the information they have found is equivalent to nothing, and they don't know Li Feng's identity at all.

In fact, this is also normal, the little fat man's hometown is in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and Xiao Wen secretly came to the Eighth Route Army, except for the division commander and brigade commander, even the chief of staff doesn't know her family situation, let alone a spy sent by the devil.

However, the information that the devil heard was very interesting, that is, about which military academy the little fat man graduated from, and the content of the intelligence made them smack.

Here's what the devil got the information:

Li Feng, of unknown origin, aged about 25, first graduated from the Nanjing Army Military Academy, and later studied at the Berlin Military Academy in Germany, during which he studied at the United States Military Academy at West Point and the North Soviet Frunze Military Academy......

This information makes the devil scratch his head, what kind of person can attend so many schools at the same time!

In the end, the devil came to a conclusion, that is, this Li Feng is very likely to be a military genius.

As everyone knows, this is purely a pit deliberately dug by the little fat man, he has never been to any of those schools, and even his data files are made up blindly by himself, and he doesn't know why the division commander hid them so tightly, so that the devil's spy believed it instantly after getting it, and he didn't doubt the authenticity of the information at all.

I don't know if the little devil will vomit three liters of blood after knowing the truth of the matter?