Such a review has been going on for seven years!

Each, it's three dried sweet potatoes, and the militia comes to talk.

Han Feng has nothing to complain about.

Take things as they come.

The stricter the political scrutiny of the party organization and the militia units of the Eighth Route Army, the better it is, and the higher the vigilance.

In case there is a real devil spy here, it really can't withstand this kind of bombardment, stalking, and will eventually show its feet.

When Han Feng was being examined, he took the opportunity to talk about the situation in the south.

The militiamen were very interested in what he said, of course, it is one thing to be interested, and it is another thing to believe it or not.

During the review, his attitude was very cautious, only the old militiaman, with a pockmarked face, jumped at every turn, and dried sweet potatoes every three times, which was really a waste.

Han Feng demanded that the review be ended and that he join the fight as soon as possible.

Militia platoon commander Zhang Shouwu smiled: "Don't worry, don't worry, since you have participated in so many battles, you must be very experienced, you give us the tactical characteristics of the devil, weaknesses, etc."

Instructor Pang Hai reminded Han Feng not to talk about tanks and artillery on the battlefield, because he didn't believe the so-called Jinling Army defeating the devils and the tanks of the Guofu Army sweeping the Japanese invaders.

Han Feng only spoke.

These militiamen, one by one, are very simple and hard, but their spirit is very good, their beliefs are firm, they are optimistic and positive, they are really the old eight roads.

However, Han Feng is really boring!

It's helpless.

Han Feng was talking to Zhang Shouwu, the militia platoon commander who was censoring, about the battle on the banks of the Dalong River, when suddenly, the old militia rushed in, approached Zhang Shouwu and muttered a few words in his ear.

Zhang Shouwu suddenly became nervous: "Quick, send out the news immediately to cover the transfer of the masses, I didn't expect that the enemy would come to sneak attack this time!" There are still so many troops, who else, you, Erxizi, report to your superiors immediately! Release the pigeons! ”

The militia in the house went out one after another.

Han Feng was overjoyed: "Platoon commander, can I participate in the battle?" ”

The platoon commander stared at him seriously: "No, you are not a militia yet, you can't participate in the battle!" ”

The men quickly went out.

The door was closed and the outside was locked.

Han Feng saw through the perspective that outside the wall and in the courtyard, the platoon commander Zhang Shouwu and several soldiers were talking, and they deliberately said loudly: "Platoon leader, I think, this Han Feng, ten devil spies, the worst is also a spies of the national government, otherwise, if he comes on the front foot, the devils will come to sneak attack?" ”

Platoon Commander Zhang Shouwu: "Don't be reckless, we haven't confirmed it yet!" So, this time, let's retreat first, wait for the devil to go, and then come back to see! ”

Han Feng was secretly funny.

Because under the perspective, the whole courtyard, the mountain village, and the surrounding more than 20 miles are all in view!

Thanks to the primary early warning capability, Han Feng's field of vision can even increase by more than 2,000 meters!

For more than 20 miles around here, there are no devils at all!

He lay down on the clay kang and fell asleep.

Just asleep, jingle the bell, the system activates.

A charming girl's voice: "Oh, don't let Junzuo's reputation go, I came to the ravine and ravine to be the dirt eight roads, Lori Mixue, and Begonia Flower, Zhao Qianxue, Huang Yanran, Huangfu Junyan, etc., the four big red face jade people." Don't you regret it? ”

Han Feng saw a really innocent, pure and elegant face, with banter and jealousy!

"Hehe, the bird's ambition?" Han Feng was not to be outdone.

"You? Hmph, enjoy your clay kang, people have gone to cultivate! ”

It's all gone.

Han Feng was shaking his head and smiling bitterly, snapping, a book fell from the earthen kang.

Wire-bound books.

The text is ancient, the color is yellow, and fortunately, there is a note on the side.

Han Feng was curious, so he quickly picked it up and watched it carefully.

It's very difficult, it's a commentary, and it's also ancient pinyin.

I was in a hurry, and suddenly, a fresh breeze blew on my face, refreshing my heart, and countless strange things suddenly tumbled in my mind.

What's even more amazing is that the words on the ancient book were quickly flipped and transformed, and they actually became neat and orderly modern simplified characters!

"Di Listening Gong", the necessary foundation for cultivating the truth, can help the sense of hearing, after diligent study and hard practice, it can reach a hundred times the height, is the only way to improve the foundation of Di Ting!

Interesting.

Han Feng read it quickly.

Although there is a lot of content, it is not complicated, there are not many cultivation methods, and there are many annotations later.

It looks like it with relish, and it quickly carries out the operation practice.

Bang bang bang!

Gunshot!

No, Han Feng listened to it, boom, it was obviously a firecracker, a real firecracker, and he threw the mangosteen on the fire and burned it, simulating the sound of gunfire.

Looking at it from perspective, the platoon commander Zhang Shouwu took the old militia and Erxizi and others to deliberately play on the edge of the mountain village!

He continued to read books and continue to cultivate.

Actually, it's just some pranayama methods.

However, if ordinary people can't cultivate, cultivation has no effect, and this is something that can only be cultivated by soldier immortals or scattered immortals.

In a moment, he completely mastered it.

Whew, a fire of ignorance ignited, and the ancient books were burned, leaving no dust at all, and all of them disappeared.

Just then, the door opened.

Platoon Commander Zhang Shouwu, Political Commissar Pang Hai, Old Militia, Er Xizi and others all came: "Did you hear the gunshots?" ”

Han Feng nodded.

Zhang Shouwu asked, "Why didn't you run away?" ”

Han Feng: "I believe in the organization, in the Eighth Route Army and the militia. ”

Zhang Shouwu nodded solemnly and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Han Feng: "Very good, from now on, you are our real militia fighter and our comrade, Comrade Han Feng, welcome!" ”

Han Feng is Han Feng's name to everyone, after all, there is no surname Han, right?

Han Feng means the leader of the tornado commando.

Black razor, isn't it a cold blade? Isn't it in the face of the beacon fire and cold?

Chill Beacon is overjoyed!

Warm handshake.

Everyone shook hands and congratulated him.

Platoon Commander Zhang also returned to Hanfeng to wash the dust! Set up a wine banquet.

At noon, there was really a wine banquet, but it was a bowl of tea, served in a wine bowl!

Well, give Han Feng three dried sweet potatoes at noon!

As for the others, they are all dried sweet potatoes, because there are not many of them, and now is the time when there is no green and yellow, there is no work, no war, just tighten their belts and live.

The county seat here has been occupied by the devils, and the puppet army maintenance association has been established, which is the hinterland of Taihang Mountain, but the Eighth Route Army has just developed, and everything is very difficult.

The militia is also reluctant to increase the burden on the population.

"Platoon commander, Comrade Stone is no more!" A warrior ran over.

Platoon Commander Zhang immediately stood up and left, and the other militiamen also left.

Han Feng followed, and when he arrived in a courtyard in the village, he saw a low stone house, black holes, and four walls, and a young man lying on the kang, covering the tattered black quilt, and the house was filled with a very bad smell.

An old mother, two children, and an unkempt daughter-in-law.

A cry.

Platoon Commander Zhang checked it.

The stone on the kang was as thin as wood and dying.