What a good guy, the Japanese devils were repelled by Li Feng and the others and were approached layer by layer. In the end, there was no way, so they had to ask for help.

For example, the Japanese armored troops were assembled at this time. After receiving the order, they quickly marched towards this side.

The little fat man was originally worried about the Japanese armored troops, but after all, a squadron came directly, and more than a dozen tanks were terrible.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the day, I suddenly found that the Japanese stopped, which made the fat man a little confused, so I simply asked someone to launch a tentative attack.

I thought the Japanese would fight back, but who knew that these Japanese retreated ten miles and the armored troops did not rush up at all...

After careful analysis, the fat man understood that the batch of supplies Han Crazy Han probably prepared for the armored troops. Who knew that after they arrived, they found that the supplies were robbed, so they should be negotiating with the people above.

Taking advantage of this gap, Li Feng and his men returned to the rear military camp. Only then did he find that Han Crazy had sent people to deliver all the supplies.

Seeing the supplies of this car, Li Feng walked up and opened some of the boxes, only to find that there were quite a lot of shells in it.

He picked up a shell of the Type 92 infantry cannon and took a closer look, then he gently put it back and closed the box.

"The Japanese are probably going to vomit blood this time, so they quietly patted a squadron's troops to transport their supplies. They thought they were sure to get it, but who knew that they would encounter such a fool like Han Crazy in the middle. Not only did they wipe them out, but they also snatched all the supplies back!"

If the rest of the Eighth Route Army troops were replaced, the Japanese might not be afraid. As for artillery shells, there were no artillery shells in the Eighth Route Army. Even if there were artillery shells, they could only be buried in the earth and local mines could not make any big waves.

But Han Crazy is different. He happened to be close to Li Feng. Once he sent all the snatched supplies to Li Feng, it would be troublesome.

The Japanese always knew that Li Feng had an artillery unit, but they didn't know how many artillery units the artillery in Li Feng had, and they didn't know the specific configuration.

However, judging from his previous record, Li Feng should have at least two American howitzers, which he should have snatched from the Central Army. Except for the lack of shells, he basically has no shortcomings.

As for infantry cannons, let alone. Li Feng didn't know how many cannons he snatched from them, so he wouldn't be short of this thing.

"Yes, boss, the people in the city have sent back news that the Japanese are anxious now, and they are also afraid that Han Crazy will give us all the supplies, so that we can in turn use artillery to bombard them!"

Mr. Ma, who was standing beside him, also smiled happily. He would not be bombed all the time, but he would also let the Japanese taste the shells.

At this time, Ma Laosan was holding a yellow steamed bun in his hand, and while gnawing, he came up with a smile, then looked at the car's supplies and said:

"Oh, the Japanese are going to suffer a big loss this time. Our artillery is now ready. I guess that boy Xu Qiang should be so happy that he can't stop talking about it.

Damn it, the whole brigade counts their artillery battalion, and they don’t have to fight in the most dangerous places. They will make contributions to firing a few shots at random. What’s even more annoying is that we have to beg him to fire the artillery!

This bastard is really a good birth. He is really lucky to meet our army. Why do you think this bitch is raised and has a superb skill in shooting?"

Ma Laosan was really angry. There was no unit in the brigade who did not envy their artillery.

Because artillery is not only not dangerous but also very safe, the most important thing is that food, drink, defecation and urination are stronger than other troops.

There is no way. During the war, the infantry always begs grandpa to sue his grandma, hoping that the artillery will help him to shoot a few shots.

"Don't be jealous of you. I keep these shells useful. Don't use them all for the time being. Our troops also need to keep some inventory!"

"Yes, otherwise several Okura would be empty. Seeing those empty Okura, my heart would be empty!"

The old lady always appears when she is most unsatisfied, holding a cardboard in her hand and a list is placed on it. It seems that she is here to record the number of shells this time.

Damn, why do she always appear at this time?

Well, the dream of the other battalion commanders secretly shattering a few shells is disillusioned. With the old sister here, they probably can't even steal the shell shells.

"Sister, please let me unload all these shells for me, and then let our people load the food and ammunition on it, so that the people from the independent group will take them back quickly!

I guess the Japanese will retaliate immediately. If Han Feng does not have enough food and ammunition, he may not be able to help us defend the northern defense line!"

"Ah? It turns out that this is not because they are paying back the money, but because they are here to make a transaction?"

When my sister heard this, she had a bitter face. The army is really poor now. She has not made a big investment for a long time. She finally got so many shells. She didn't expect that she was a dealer, not to pay off her debts.

If you let others do bad things, such as Xiao Jing's cold face, it is very suitable to be a bad person. Although this is not her original intention, in the eyes of others, the cold Xiao Jing is just giving them a look.

Seeing Xiao Jing's cold face, some of the male soldiers in the Independent Regiment were a little embarrassed and did not dare to ask for a high price for a while. They all rushed to the arsenal manager to talk about fake bear eggs, but they didn't dare to speak up now. This shows how cold Xiao Jing is.

"Don't be stingy. Cook out our batch of military rations evenly. It is probably not enough for simple rice and white flour. They have to let them eat cooked food directly!"

Li Feng's compressed dry food and canned food are really the best in the Eighth Route Army nearby. Even the Central Army started a business with him, often using grain to exchange for military rations, which not only can benefit from it, but also satisfy the superiors.

The most important thing is that the military rations made by Li Feng’s troops are very delicious and full, and they are very convenient to carry. Unlike the dry rations they used to, they either become rotten or hard after two days. They may suffer from diarrhea after eating them.

"Okay, anyway, the independent group has already owed us a lot of accounts, and it's not bad!"

After saying that, Xiao Wen recorded it again in the notebook. The deputy leader of the Independent Group glanced quietly at this time, then turned his head over and couldn't bear to look directly.

Oh my god, when did our singular group owe this fat man so much money?

Yes, this fat man has been helping them in the past two years, and there are probably some who have not kept their accounts. Alas, why is this fat man so rich and their own team so poor?
Chapter completed!