The Japanese are generally shorter, at least half a head shorter than Leng Feng's 1.75 meter tall.

Cong Hu is also nearly 1.7 meters tall, which is relatively tall among the Chinese, half a head taller than the ghost soldiers.

"Big brother, this dress is too small?"

"Just a little bit, I'm no smaller than you." Leng Feng said, fortunately, it is a winter military uniform, which is larger in size, and it can barely be wrapped on the body.

It's just that the pants are too short, and the difference is so big.

Getting dressed, Leng Feng woke one of the devils up.

"Password?"

When the devil looked at Leng Feng, he was confused, thinking that it was his own person, and blurted out directly: "Long live the emperor!" ”

Leng Feng smiled evilly, and directly broke his neck, this devil didn't understand why he was killed by "his own people" until he died.

"Cong Hu, the other one belongs to you, solve it!"

"Yes, Brother Leng!" Cong Hu walked over, and the bayonet gently slashed at the artery in the devil's neck, and he died without pain.

"Dispose of the corpse and wait for me here."

"Big brother, be careful."

Leng Feng carried a gun to the devil camp at the bottom of the mountain, borrowed a devil's skin, and swaggered down.

Cong Hu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat in his palms.

If it were him, he would never have the courage to go down so easily.

What kind of person is Leng Feng, his mind has long been as hard as iron, and he can pass the selection of the Black Sun Group without revealing his identity, this kind of low-level infiltration, a small scene.

A soldier wants to be a brave man, and on the battlefield, the most people who die are the cowardly.

Entering the Japanese camp very easily, Leng Feng observed with his spare eyes, the Japanese army was obviously loose inside and tight outside, and the internal guards were not tight.

The camp is divided into two parts, the front is the camp tent, and the back is stacked with supplies, fuel and ammunition.

There is also a separation zone in the middle.

The devil also knows fire prevention.

The ghost soldier on guard was drowsy and didn't even notice a stranger entering the camp.

Four tents, one of which was still lit and a wooden rod with an iron coil wrapped around it, pierced into the night sky.

This must be the location of the Japanese military radio station, and the radio is still on, and there is a Japanese army operator on duty.

Found it, what Leng Feng wanted was to get another radio station, the one that was originally captured was left to the 955 Regiment of the Guangdong Army, and if you want to get in touch with the above, you must get another radio station.

The Japanese army was much more generous than the national army, and the baggage brigades were equipped with portable radios.

Bang Dang......

Leng Feng was already very careful, but there was still a little accident under his feet, and his toes touched an aluminum lunch box of the Japanese army.

"Nani?" The dozing Japanese immediately woke up.

"It's me, Matsuki." Leng Feng made a name nonsense, anyway, the Japanese pick those surnames, and it's basically no problem.

"Matsuki, aren't you going for a shift change?" The Japanese soldier didn't lift his eyelids and sat back down.

Obviously, Leng Feng's authentic Japanese made the other party give up and completely give up his vigilance, and there is really such a person as Matsuki.

This luck came, and the walls could not stop it.

"Hey, do you have any cigarettes?"

"You kid, wait." The Japanese soldier opened his eyes slightly, and reached into his right pocket.

Leng Feng slammed the knife lightly at his neck.

"Sleep for a while, it's up to you to create a life." Leng Feng dragged him aside and stuffed him under the carriage of supplies, and if he didn't pay attention, he really couldn't find a person lying underneath.

If he acts again, Leng Feng will be more careful.

His target was the radio, which was manned and guarded at the door.

There must be more than one Japanese soldier in the military tent, so you can't break the tent directly, and after thinking about it, you can only use your own devil skin.

Leng Feng carried the gun on his back and walked over directly.

"Hey, stop, password!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Attack Nanjing!"

"Brother, borrow a fire." Leng Feng took out the cigarette he had just touched and handed one to each of the devil guards.

Without any suspicion, the two devil guards reached out and took it.

The devil lowered his head to wipe the fire and light a cigarette, and the bayonet in his cuff struck with lightning strike, one by one, and the two devil guards settled the account without saying a word.

Leng Feng held their fallen bodies with both arms, gently dragged them to the side, and covered them with a rain cloth.

Only more than ten seconds passed in this process, and there was not a trace of movement, and the people in the military tent did not know.

A pair of devil patrols had just walked over and hadn't turned back yet.

Slowly picking up the military tent with a bayonet, Leng Feng glanced inside, and found that there was indeed more than one Japanese soldier inside.

Seven or eight of them lay down horizontally and vertically, and they slept quite deadly.

Inside, there was a horse lamp, and on the metal platform, a ghost newspaper operator sat on a horse, his head drooping, probably dozing off.

After entering, Leng Feng carefully dealt with the sleeping Japanese soldiers one by one, and finally it was the turn of the devil operator.

Gently removing the headset from the devil's operator's head, this action suddenly woke him up.

The devil operator looked up in surprise, opened his mouth, and the sharp bayonet stabbed directly into his throat.

Leng Feng quickly put away the radio station, tied it with the devil's military coat, put it on his back, took out a Type 38 rifle and seven or eight magazines, and quickly rushed out.

"Hey, stop, who are you?"

A Japanese second lieutenant walked from behind the cart of Leng Feng Tibetan just now with his pants on, but fortunately he covered the bodies of the two devils with a tarpaulin, otherwise, I am afraid that he would have been discovered.

Leng Feng was stunned.

"Yours, don't stand guard well, what are you doing in there, what are you carrying?" The devil lieutenant scolded.

Leng Feng didn't speak, bent down slightly, and waited for the devil lieutenant to come over.

The devil lieutenant also sensed that something was wrong, and reached for the holster on his waist with his right hand, grabbing the pistol in his hand.

"Speak, who are you?"

"Chinese!" Leng Feng raised his head slightly, and the bayonet in his hand stabbed at the throat of the devil lieutenant like lightning.

"You!" The devil lieutenant was taken aback, raised his pistol, and was about to pull the trigger, but how could Leng Feng let him succeed?

The left hand attacked at the same time, and at once he grabbed the pulse of the devil lieutenant, and with a sharp press, the pistol was already in his hand.

And the bayonet in his right hand was faster, piercing the throat of the devil lieutenant at once, and he couldn't even make a scream.

The devil's eyes widened, and he fell down with a hint of unwillingness.

Leng Feng quickly dragged his body under the cart, covered it with a rain cloth, and then quickly headed towards the target.

The devil's baggage mainly carries ammunition and fuel, as well as two large boxes of ** explosives, which is simply God is helping.

Tonight, you can zoom in on the big fireworks.

Leng Feng took a box of explosives and made six cluster bombs.

Find the fuse that detonates the bomb and use the length of the fuse to burn to control the time of the detonation.

Anywhere from half a minute to ten seconds.

After igniting the fuse, Leng Feng quickly distributed the six bundles of cluster grenades in his hand and quickly threw them.

At this time, a Japanese patrol found three Japanese soldiers killed under the cart, and they rushed out in a panic.

But they were like headless flies, and the shrill siren whistle sounded.

The Japanese camp suddenly became agitated.

As for Leng Feng, he calmly threw it away, and the cluster grenade in his hand was also taken by the hand, snatched a Type 92 light machine gun, and ran desperately on Wang Mountain.

The quality of the Japanese army is really good, they found out that Leng Feng's "companion" was wrong, and immediately babbled and chased after him.

However, a huge explosion sounded, and the earth shook like an earthquake, followed by a burst of fire, and violent explosions continued to be remembered.

The entire Japanese camp was in flames at once!

The Japanese soldiers were bombed and cried wolves, and there were many dead and wounded.

Even Leng Feng himself was pushed out several meters by the air wave of the explosion, but fortunately, he was prepared, and after rushing out of the camp, he fell directly to the ground.

Wait for the explosion before getting up.

Turning his head to look at it, he couldn't help but feel a little palpitating, if he was one step later, I am afraid that he would be buried in the fire like those Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese army rushed out desperately, but unexpectedly, a shuttle of bullets hit them from the opposite side, and they went straight back.

What's worse is that at this moment, there was an explosion of ammunition, and the sound and lethality of the explosion were even louder and more violent than just now, affecting the entire Japanese camp.

The gasoline barrel was blown into the sky, and the flames were more than ten meters high, that guy, it was really spectacular.

The light of the fire in the sky is clearly visible four or five miles away, and it is really a bright firework!

The mountains shook, the violent explosion, the mountains shook for a while, and Leng Feng hugged the radio and was almost buried alive by the rocks.

If it weren't for Cong Hu, he would have really been buried alive.

Leng Feng's fireworks movement was not small, not only the national and Japanese troops in the direction of Jurong, Mengtang, and Longtang were shaken, but even Nanjing City felt it.

Not long after Chairman Jiang, who had just returned from Tangshui Town, fell asleep, he woke up with a shock, and hurriedly called Qian Dajun, the director of the chamberlain, to ask what was going on?

With such a big movement, could it be that the Japanese army has launched an attack?

"There were no large-scale battles in several defense areas on the front line, and the explosion occurred in the direction of Jiuhua Mountain, which has been occupied by the Japanese army."

"Japanese army, made by the Japanese?" Lao Jiang looked suspicious.

"Check it out right away, and make sure you find out the cause of the explosion." Lao Jiang ordered.

"Yes."

The Japanese army was also shaken, and the commander of the 16th Division, who arrived at the front line in Jurong, Nakajima Imasago also woke up from his sleep, and his feeling was much stronger than that of Lao Chiang.

Because of a sense of foreboding.

Nakajima called the adjutant and ordered him to order the Japanese soldiers closest to the blast site to send someone to investigate.