The people from the Eighth Route Army were still more concerned about everyone's life and death. After another group of wounded soldiers arrived in Yangchun early, the people in Yangcun were particularly worried about the situation of the medical team, so they simply sent a lineup to search for it, and soon found Li Feng and the others halfway.

"Oh platoon leader, you see that there is something wrong with the group of people in front. The people who are leading the way are still holding guns, and it seems that they are following...the puppet army..."

The Eighth Route Army sentries are still very clever and have a very good look, even at around 6 o'clock in the morning.

The platoon leader pulled the brim of his hat, held the box cannon in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the front, and then said.

"This should be the one we are waiting for. The puppet troops behind him did not carry guns and looked like prisoners.

And you see, the people in white coats in front should be nurses and clothes from the medical team, but why do they bring so many prisoners?"

The platoon leader of the Eighth Route Army was particularly strange, and at this time, the sentry pointed at the front and shouted:

"Hey, platoon leader, look, there is a little fat man sitting on the carriage, as if... there is still someone lying on it!"

Everyone was alert. After all, they didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend. If the Japanese captured the medical team and passed by, they would definitely suffer a lot of losses if they went down rashly. Therefore, the platoon leader ordered everyone to wait for others to approach before taking action.

When a group of people really approached, Li Feng held two box cannons in his hand and signaled everyone to stop.

A warrior didn't understand why, and asked:

"Why do you stop? Yangcun is right in front. We have been going around so much, so we can't stop here. Dr. Shen's illness cannot be delayed."

"Please pay attention to me, there seems to be someone on both sides."

"What?"

Hearing this, several soldiers couldn't help but aimed their guns at the high ground on one side, and at this time, the grass on the high ground really wriggled several times.

Then a sound came.

"Who are you?"

“We are eight…”

"You ask me who I am, and I still want to know who you are?"

Holding two guns, Li Feng asked back, not to show weakness, and directly interrupted a warrior's answer. God knows who the other party is, and it is not good to rashly expose the identity of the Eighth Route Army.

"We are the Eighth Route Army!"

Li Feng said "Oh" and then looked at the soldiers beside him and said casually:

"Talk about your people!"

Several soldiers resisted the idea of ​​beating this fat man to death. If he hadn't seen him kill the Japanese so easily, this little fat man would probably be fatter now.

"Comrade, don't shoot, we are all our own people. I came from the Third Battalion to escort the medical team to Yangcun!"

These soldiers are really straightforward. No one asked them what they were doing, but they just threw everything out.

Fortunately, the other party is really his own person, otherwise he would definitely suffer a lot.

After hearing this on the hillside, a group of people immediately came down. Sure enough, they were all wearing the Eighth Route Army uniforms.

It doesn't look bright at all, it's just a spitting green, and many of them are old clothes, not as new as you watch in TV series.

"Hello, comrades, I am Song Yu, the platoon leader of the Yangcun Guard Platoon. Our company commander asked me to come here to pick you up."

"It's good for you, but Platoon Commander Song, I hope you can arrange a place as soon as possible. Shen Yichun is having a high fever now. I hope you can provide some antipyretics."

The conversation was about to be chatted quickly. Shen Yiqiang held off the carriage, and at this time, Li Feng also walked up and helped her and said:

"Don't get up, the destination is ahead and it's fine soon!"

The fat guy's words are magical!

This is the thought of a group of nurses and several soldiers, and Shen Yi thought so herself. For some reason, she always felt that this little fat man was a little different.

...

Yangcun is a small village. The villagers here look very simple, but they are too poor, and it is difficult to replenish daily necessities. Even salt is particularly difficult to buy. The Japanese recently blocked them a little crazy.

By the time they arrived at the entrance of Yangcun, it was already dawn. There were several Eighth Route Army soldiers on duty at the entrance of the village, but half of the soldiers were holding large blades or long hairs in their hands.

Ordinary people just watched Li Feng and the others walk in swagger. When they first entered the village entrance, Platoon Commander Song was about to arrange these puppet troops to other places.

When Li Feng saw it, he immediately jumped out of the carriage and hurriedly walked towards a group of puppet soldiers. In everyone's puzzled eyes, he looked at a puppet soldiers and said:

"Squat down!"

When the puppet army saw that it was this fat man, they squatted down without saying a word. The movement of holding their heads with both hands was simply from the textbook version, which was extremely standard.

Of course, he didn't know what Li Feng wanted to do, and at this time, Shen Yi slowly walked off the carriage. She always felt that this little fat man was going to do something strange.

Things were exactly the same as Shen Yi expected. Li Feng rushed up and beat the hypocrite.

Before the Eighth Route Army could stop the people, the people were finished fighting, and the puppet army covered their bodies and screamed.

At this time, an Eighth Route Army cadre with glasses immediately came over when he saw this situation and scolded him sternly:

"Which platoon are you from? Don't you know that beating prisoners is a violation of discipline?"

There was no trace of artificiality in his eyes, and he was really on duty, and the people around him also found it very strange.

But Li Xiaopang ignored these people at all and said to himself while walking to the puppet army.

"I almost forgot that you bastard are not honest. After saying that, I smashed the puppet army around the stomach, almost spitting out all the food the puppet army had eaten last year!"

"you……"

The cadres next to him were almost angry. At this time, Li Feng kept groping from the puppet army, and then suddenly twitched from his waist.

At this time, the eyes of several people became cold and they felt cold inside because Li Feng was holding a small pistol.

"You think I don't know, right? I originally wanted to wait for you to shoot, but who knew that you, a coward without balls, hadn't taken action until now.

How fucking cowardly!”

The puppet army on the ground was almost vomiting blood. He kept this gun and was definitely not trying to do it, but just trying to save his life. If he did it, he was seeking death!

Who knew that he would encounter such a rogue!

And this rogue actually discovered it. This time I was definitely not going out to see the old calendar and was in trouble.

"Uncle, I really didn't want to do it. I was just...Oh..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Feng punched his left eye again. Suddenly, the hypocrite became a panda, covering his eyes with both hands and screaming.

Li Feng threw away the gun in his hand, and then I ignored the others and walked towards Shen Yi, grabbed her hand, slapped the small pistol in his hand, and said:

"This is my gift to you. I will hit anyone who is unhappy in the future!"

"How can you, a soldier, be like this? I wonder if you are seized and returned to the public?"

The glasses cadre chased after him, as if he wanted to ask for a pistol. At this time, he saw Li Feng with two guns hanging on his body and a watch on one hand. Just as he wanted to continue saying something, Li Xiaopang answered casually.

"I'm not the Eighth Route Army. I'm also giving it to myself. Who do I want to give my own things? Can you take care of you?"

"you……"
Chapter completed!