Yes, dozens of guns and ammunition were captured, as well as some pistols, sabers, bullets, all there.

Han Feng fished them out one by one and handed them to the person at the door.

Platoon Commander Zhang Shouwu and Instructor Pang Hai were all stupid.

I forgot to pick it up.

Han Feng paused: "Hurry up!" ”

They quickly took it.

However, his eyes are straight, his hands are mechanical, and he is obviously sleepwalking.

Repeatedly touching the rifle, Zhang Shouwu's platoon commander suddenly shouted, one voice higher than one: "Comrades, there are guys, there are guys!" All come, all come! Come on. ”

Bang bang, the militia are coming.

The villagers also ran.

Within a few minutes, all the villagers and militia gathered here, more than 130 people.

Everyone gathered, watched, touched, and dumbfounded.

For a long time, everyone guessed and whispered: "Really? ”

"Seems to be true!"

"Well, it's true!"

"No, no, no, I haven't touched a real gun, I don't know, that's what a real gun looks like?"

"It's so heavy!"

In the strange atmosphere, the entire villagers and the militia platoon fell into a state of psychedelic Zheng

Han Feng had to remind everyone: "Quick, pick up the gun, train briefly, we are ready to fight, give the devil a head attack, no, give the devil and the puppet army a surprise!" ”

Platoon Commander Zhang Shouwu breathed a sigh of relief, holding the rifle in his left hand and grasping Han Feng's wrist with his right hand: "Comrade Han Feng, is this true?" Did you really go deep into the tiger's den and capture the enemy's weapons and ammunition? ”

In order to make everyone believe, Han Feng had to make compromises, so as not to delay the fighter: "When I arrived outside Taojia Town, I saw the big truck of the devils, and the devils lined up to exercise, so I sneaked over and drove away the enemy truck!" Ha ha. I worked as a driver in Jinling and can drive! ”

At this moment, the whole crowd was boiling.

"Good, great!"

"Clever man, clever man."

"Wisdom and courage! The best militia members. ”

Platoon Commander Zhang and Instructor Pang believed it!

They were overjoyed and hugged Han Feng separately.

As a result, being emulated by the militia, everyone flocked to him and hugged him!

Hugs, courtesy, in the mountain village, but never!

Everyone was crazy!

The other villagers all watched and came up to look at the bullets, smacking their tongues one by one.

Han Feng looked into the distance: "The enemy is coming quickly, we must be ready for battle!" ”

Platoon Commander Zhang nodded again and again: "Comrade Han Feng, this time, you have made a great contribution, I will hold a branch meeting in a while to decide whether to apply for your second-class merit from the superiors, in addition, I am in charge and promote you to be the deputy squad leader of the first squad of the militia platoon!" ”

This?

Han Feng was happy, and he promised to express his gratitude to the organization!

Han Feng asked all the militia members to master the weapons, and after distributing them, they gave a short explanation on how to use them.

The militia platoon was extremely serious, solemn and energetic.

A total of twenty-three rifles, one machine gun, three pistols, two sabers.

He demanded that the troops do a good job in the tactical drills of the combat groups under the three-three system.

Unexpectedly, everyone is very familiar.

That's good.

The militia was poorly equipped in the past, but it was very well trained and had a strong fighting quality.

However, there is still a huge disparity between more than 20 people and more than 600 enemies.

Platoon Commander Zhang also decided to attack the enemy head-on, because the rifles and food here must not be thrown away.

Even if it is transported to the back mountain, it is also very troublesome and takes time.

Therefore, through the message tree on the mountain, he notified the militia of other villages to come for reinforcements, and also sent people to send carrier pigeons to the county brigade to plead for reinforcements.

There is no main force of the Eighth Route Army nearby, and it cannot be counted on for the time being.

At that time, the Eighth Route Army had just been divided into troops for four months, and the number was very small.

Platoon Commander Zhang Shouwu and Instructor Pang Hai came down from the regular troops of the Eighth Route Army.

The masses sprang into action.

Platoon Commander Zhang decided to block the attack layer by layer, so that it would be difficult for the devils to move an inch, so as to give us reinforcements and people, transfer food, and buy time.

Start drying right away.

Han Feng followed the first squad and fought on the front line.

In the first squad, there were ten soldiers, the squad leader was the grumpy old militiaman, the deputy squad leader was Erxizi, and Han Feng was the second deputy squad leader.

How to fight it?

Platoon Commander Zhang's arrangement was to constantly harass the enemy to attend school

As for the results of the battle, it is not required, because most of us are holding guns for the first time, and marksmanship cannot be guaranteed.

Bullets are too precious to be wasted.

The platoon commander demanded that each fighter should only shoot three shots at most!

Now, the fighters of the first squad have only three rounds of ammunition each.

In order to ensure safety, the squad leader and the militia also have five rounds of ammunition to prepare, and Erxizi and Hanfeng each have two rounds of ammunition to prepare.

The mountain village is in a big mountain, there is only one mountain road, rugged, and if the Japanese puppet army wants to come, they must go all the way to the black!

Han Feng observed the situation and had an idea.

"Squad leader, deputy squad leader, it is very difficult for us to block the enemy, but we have extremely favorable conditions, the road ahead, under the cliff, the enemy must go up the ravine, we can throw stones from above, we can not only save bullets, but also severely damage the enemy."

When the old militia and Er Xizi saw it, they shook their heads one after another: "You baby joke, who can go up such a steep mountain road?" None of us can do it! ”

Han Feng: "I can do it!" ”

The old militia and Erxizi both pouted, obviously despising him for bragging, and because the credit was too great, they were embarrassed to come out.

Seeing that the opinion could not be passed, Han Feng changed his words, "We are divided into three groups, you are ambushing on both sides of this side, and I will take one group to that side and fight indiscriminately, scare and scare the enemy, and buy time." ”

Only then did the old militia agree: "Well, good! ”

Han Feng took three warriors to become a spearhead.

Walking along the ravine for a while, Han Feng looked into the distance, observed the enemy's movements, and let the three militiamen hide on a hillside.

More than 20 meters high in the ravine, there are concave gentle slopes, these militiamen, all indigenous mountain people, have a strong climbing ability, and they all go up.

There are also some jujube branches and bushes that can be utilized and climbed.

Everyone hide and prepare to wait for the enemy to come, shoot from above, and strike at the enemy.

Han Feng let the three of them hide, carried a rifle on his back, and climbed briskly down the hillside, towards the top.

Seventy degrees of steep slope, sometimes eighty degrees of steep slope!

The three warriors were gasping for breath and were stunned for a moment: "Huh? What about people? ”

More than 100 meters to the west of the ravine, the old militia and Erxizi and others noticed that Han Feng and the others were hidden, and they were relieved, and they all stared at the news of the enemy Rao in the ravine to the east.

"Comrade Han Feng is not very old, his eyes are really poisonous, and he actually took a look at that good place for ambushes, talent!"

Suddenly, they heard the soldiers shouting, "What? Comrade Han Feng is gone? Oops, it must have fallen into a ravine and died...... Woo, good people don't live long, woo. ”

However, the shouts of the three spearhead soldiers soon stopped, because they were worried about the enemy.

The old militia and others didn't dare to squeak anymore.

Sacrifice is sacrifice. Looking back, we must hold a grand memorial service for this comrade!