Not all the devils are charging, at least their communication soldiers are not charging, and at this time, he is sending a farewell telegram.

"Yaga!"

"Click!"

Adachi Kosuke, who received the telegram, was furious, and he smashed everything on the table that could be smashed.

"Wang Ning, Zhang Chuan, withdraw immediately and let the devil in......"

In the fierce gunfire, Feng Yi copied the starting phone, and the moment the assault group came into contact, he felt that these devils were finished, and there was no need to let other troops die, sports warfare was what the guerrillas were best at, and it was also the way to exert the greatest combat effectiveness.

"Order the immediate withdrawal of all reinforcements."

At the same time, after Anda Kosuke finished venting, he reluctantly issued an order that he could not let more soldiers be sent to death, and the casualty rate of this kind of forcible attack on the sniper positions of the guerrillas was too high.

"Bang, bang......"

Amid sporadic gunfire, the battle gradually came to an end.

"Send the wounded soldiers back first, and tomorrow we will send the brothers who died in battle......"

In this battle, the guerrillas did not face many enemies, but they were all elite, and the devil's special attack team brought a lot of casualties to the guerrillas.

"More than 20 brothers were killed in the battle, then let ten times as many devils come back, and from now on, all units are free to attack all nearby Japanese strongholds......"

After settling the wounded soldiers and burying the brothers who died in battle, Feng Yi personally led the team to retaliate; Xinfeng, Wengyuan, Fogang, and even Lianping's Japanese puppet army were attacked.

"Yaga, where the hell are they? Why are there guerrillas everywhere in northern Guangdong? ”

A series of wars made the devils scratch their heads, and now they can't even find the base of the guerrillas in northern Guangdong, because the guerrillas have fought a series of battles and leave, and the guerrillas have never been greedy for supplies, and the living materials are distributed to the people in the vicinity on the spot, and this behavior has allowed the guerrillas to quickly accumulate a large amount of popularity in the vicinity, and with good military discipline guarantees, the guerrillas in northern Guangdong have a large mass base in this area, and the living environment of the guerrillas in northern Guangdong has become better and better.

In the following month, Feng Jie's subordinates took control of a large area north of Liangkou, south of Qingtang, east of Xiatai, and west of Longjie, and several towns in it completely became the control area of the guerrillas.

"Sir, have you eaten? Do you want to take a sip of tea? ”

In a small town, the officers of the guerrillas greeted the people who were rushing to the market, and the war seemed to have forgotten this place.

"Thanks, we still have business."

The brothers of the guerrillas smiled and nodded in reply, the relationship between the military and the civilian is like this, when both sides start to be polite, their actions will naturally be restrained, and they are both afraid of hurting each other, especially if the stronger side has any scruples.

As time entered 1945, after a large number of old devils in China were consumed, not only on the front line, but even in the rear, the control of the Japanese army was weakening, and the most obvious change was that there were more and more anti-Japanese armed forces, and all kinds of anti-Japanese armed forces sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

But China at this time was a country lacking heavy industry, and guns and ammunition were always the most scarce things in this region, especially for the guerrillas behind enemy lines.

Fortunately, the guerrillas' combat effectiveness has always been so strong, and no one has dared to rob them in the future, and there will always be people who come here to buy a little bit through some connections, although the price is very expensive, but it is much better than using a big sword and spear to fight hard with the Japanese puppet army.

On a new day, the weather was fine, everything was on track with the guerrillas, and the cooperation with Huang Duoneng had also entered a pleasant mode, and the guerrillas' living materials were not lacking.

"Report!"

"Come in!"

There was a shout at the door, and Feng Ye removed his eyes from the map and looked at the door.

"Commander, a large group is calling."

Jiang Yanjun handed over a telegram.

"Huh?"

Feng Yi glanced at the telegram, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression was dangerously dull.

"Chief Feng, what's wrong?"

Jiang Yanjun reminded Feng Yi.

Since Jiang Yanjun knew Feng Yi, this officer only had enemies and allies in his eyes, and he didn't get into other things, coupled with not being close to women, which once made Jiang Yanjun think that there was something wrong with him, but now this kind of emotion made Jiang Yanjun's team doubt their own judgment.

"Call Min Fei back and take them to Huang Wei."

"Zhang Zhu, let the direct team assemble and set off in ten minutes."

Feng Ye shouted and began to hang up various equipment for himself.

"Someone from Guangzhou, claiming to be your fiancée, what to do?"

This is the content of the telegram, and it is now in Jiang Yanjun's hands.

"Isn't he married? How can there be a fiancée? Men are all the same! ”

Jiang Yanjun pouted, looked down, and stomped her feet decadently, she couldn't change this kind of natural capital.

"Drive!"

The guerrillas finally changed their guns, and after fighting for so long, they got a lot of horses from the Japanese puppet army, at least now Feng Ye and his direct squad can have horses to travel.

"Where are the people?"

When night fell, Feng Ye led the horse team into Huang Wei.

"At the big tea shop, do you want to inform them now?"

Min Fei looked at Feng Ye and pointed to the sky, it was almost dark now.

"I'll let you know tomorrow!"

Feng Yi pressed the thoughts in his heart and shook his head slightly.

After the last war, most of the houses were reduced to ashes in the flames, and the industrious people and the guerrillas quickly brought the town to life with their hands, and various houses stood here again after a month.

"Let the cooking class prepare at noon tomorrow and entertain the guests."

The next day, after a simple breakfast, Feng Yi specially instructed Zhang Zhu.

In the guerrillas, whether it is an officer or a Feng Yi, there is no difference between three meals a day and the brothers, so there is a strong cohesion of the guerrillas now.

"Commander, do you want to make special preparations?"

In less than ten minutes, the leader of the cooking squad rushed over, Feng Yi's explanation was a little vague, how far did he want to blow up this preparation, if it was to be specially prepared, he needed to go to the town to invite a cook, and then he had to buy some ingredients.

"No, what's the matter."

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that this was the first time he had held a banquet to entertain guests behind enemy lines.

"Oh!"

Hearing Feng Ye say this, the cooking squad leader understood.

"Whew!"

Feng Yi sat in the courtyard all morning, drinking a sip of hot water from time to time, the bouncing figure in his mind didn't seem to be tired, after so many years, I don't know what she would be like now.

"Captain, the guests are here."

I don't know how long it took, but when Feng Ye was awakened from the memories in his mind, Zhang Zhu appeared in front of him.