"Captain, there are at least two squadrons of Japanese soldiers near us. These Japanese soldiers seem to be determined to fight us!"

At the frontier command of the Second Regiment of the XX Division of the Central Army stationed in Jinzhong, a colonel was holding a telescope and looked out from time to time at the temporary headquarters lookout.

Next to it is a middle-aged man with the rank of lieutenant colonel and wearing glasses, saying a word?

There were a few Thomsons on the table at the command center. This submachine gun, known as the Chicago typewriter, can only be matched by the National Army officers. Without it, it is too expensive and most people can't afford it!

"Does there any instructions on the division commander?"

The colonel did not look back, but just asked casually, unable to hear the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

The lieutenant colonel behind sighed, and then said in a low voice:

"The division commander said that they would prepare for battle. The Commission wants us to win a battle and to protect the achievements of the Central Army, at least it will take a week to last!

Unfortunately, the Northwest Army has no shield, otherwise we can still..."

"Brother Jianzhi is careful, the Northwest Army is a friendly army!"

"Oh...I'm talking nonsense!"

Seeing the commander turn around to remind himself, the lieutenant colonel stopped talking decisively.

Although everyone knows that the Northwest Army is a shield, it is not the case that it is said directly.

However, the Central Army has to fight this time, and no one is ahead, so they can only take over.

"Order the entire regiment to be prepared and sleep in the position these few days!"

"Yes!" A second lieutenant ran out immediately!

At this moment, another major walked up next to him and asked with some tentative questions:

"Captain, there is a group of Eighth Route Army soldiers nearby. Can you... let them..."

The major didn't continue talking about this, and the atmosphere in the command center suddenly became a little more alive...

Li Feng always feels that something bad is going to fall on his head recently. His eyelids are always twitching, and his eyes are twitching, and there is both wealth and disaster?

"Captain, wash it with oil. Your eyes flew in and the spicy noodles are a little swollen now!"

Uncle Song, who was beside him, whispered a reminder!

In this regard, Li Xiaopang deeply felt that wasting oil was a shameful thing, so let his eyelids twitch!

When Uncle Song saw that the captain did not reply, he put down his hand. This little fat man was indeed a disobedient person!

After more than 20 minutes, almost all the cadres arrived, and Li Feng felt that it was time for him to hold a meeting.

The things he talked at the meeting were all practical things. As for some clichés, Li Feng didn’t say them. His time is precious now and cannot be used to speak clichés.

"People are careful. The puppet troops and Japanese soldiers nearby have begun to move. According to our initial vision, we must have sufficient strength before October this year.

Look here and look here again. It is either the puppet army or the Japanese, or the Central Army and the Jinsui Army.

The territory of our 300 to 400 people is only a few towns. What’s even more terrifying is that none of our towns are well controlled.

So I'll announce the next task..."

The sand table made by the little fat man is still very useful. It depicts the nearby terrain very clearly. Although it is not detailed, it can at least allow everyone to see clearly the situation nearby for the time being!

He saw a stick in his hand, pointing to several hills on the sand table with Japanese and puppet military flags, and said:

"We must take down these places within two months. These places are weak points in the Japanese defense and are optional for them.

But once the sweep begins, these places will become crucial to us!

so……"

The little fat man didn't know how much he said, but his throat was almost dry, so in the end everyone stared at the sand table without moving.

After the task was assigned, all the cadres went down, and the people in the working group were stopped by Li Feng when they wanted to leave.

"That person...you are wearing glasses!"

Not all officers wear glasses, but those who wear glasses are basically officers. Li Feng still knows this, not to mention that there are only a few people wearing glasses in their army.

The officer wearing glasses was stunned for a moment, then pointed at himself and asked:

"Captain, are you talking about me?"

"Didn't you say who you are talking about? Is there anyone else wearing glasses in this command center?"

Men with eyes:...

"I remember your name is Chen Feng. This time your mission is crucial, and you may encounter the Central Army on the National Palace because the Japanese will take the lead in attacking there.

The people of the Central Army have never been good at protecting the people. The Japanese will definitely mobilize the people when they go to the countryside. At this time, our Eighth Route Army is needed.

You don’t have to worry about war, you just need to take these ordinary people away. Do you understand?"

"Uh...get it!"

Chen Feng immediately stood up and replied that he had been joining the Eighth Route Army for a year since he came out of the university. However, he only followed others to help all day and had no chance to go to the front line.

Now that I came here, I had no tasks at first. Who knew that the captain asked him to teach, which was called the literacy class.

It is really painful to teach a group of big-headed soldiers to learn to write.

However, after looking at the shell gun around his waist, he still thought it would be better to stay here.

"Oh Captain, there is another question I would like to ask you?"

Although the little fat man hates others asking him questions, he is still a person with status now, so he should be more polite to his subordinates.

"What if some ordinary people are reluctant to evacuate?"

Chen Feng had encountered this situation before, and his old superior was dismissed because of this incident.

Li Feng dug his ear holes, and these officials like to ask some stupid questions.

"They don't want to leave, you won't knock them out and take them away?"

"Blow... knock it out?"

"Otherwise, let them stay where they are waiting to die?"

In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures should not be taken. The people should not be allowed to die on the spot because they are unwilling to leave. As long as they can make them live well, it is also possible to use some violent means, at least that is what the fat man thinks.

Even if his superiors will punish him later, he will admit it. It is better to punish him than to kill a few ordinary people.

Chen Feng grabbed his head and walked down half-understand. He always felt that he had come to the wrong place. Can this guy use violence?

No matter what others think, the fat man continues to plan his great blueprint after putting on his clothes.

At the same time, a nearby puppet army was also rushing towards them, as if there was something urgent.

But this incident happened to be discovered by their sentry. After Li Feng learned about it, his face was full of spirit.

"Fuck him. Mom!"
Chapter completed!