The battle lasted for most of the night, and it was not until the next morning that the Japanese retreated. The fat man bit a piece of grass in his mouth, laying in the trench with his hands on his head.

Chen Fang also crawled over slowly, and the Japanese also stabbed him with a bayonet. Fortunately, Li Feng disinfected him with alcohol in time, otherwise would he be infected?

"The Japanese have just retreated temporarily this time. There should be no battle in the morning, but it is not necessarily the case in the afternoon. There were more than 500 people coming from these Japanese, which is now twice as many as ours.

Most of you are injured here, but it’s okay for me to have only suffered more than 50 casualties for the time being, and they are basically recruits.

So let them hurry up and rest. It is too late to rest in the afternoon because the battles in the afternoon and evening are connected."

After saying that, Li Feng started to sleep.

Veterans have one ability, that is, the more they can sleep in the five most dangerous bald heads. I don’t know what’s going on, but they just want to seize every minute and every second to cultivate their spirits.

Some recruits are different. They look very anxious. Under Ma Laosan's long legs, they are kicked and closed their eyes. At this time, even if they just close their eyes and rest, they will have a good effect.

"At this time, all the Eighth Route Army fell asleep. It seemed that they were not afraid of the Japanese directly opposite them. I also heard the snoring of a soldier.

Even though the soldier's face was covered in dust, his clothes were ragged, and he looked like a beggar. But I could tell from his scratched face that the soldier was definitely no more than eighteen years old, about the same age as my younger brother.

When I think of my younger brother, I feel a sense of frustration. At this moment, he is studying at school with peace of mind. It is impossible for him to encounter such danger.

Even though the little soldier was sleeping and snoring, he held the rifle tightly in his arms. For some reason, I always had a feeling in my heart that this soldier would wake up soon..."

Mo Xinran was walking in the trench, and there was a group of female reporters next to her. A female reporter had a face covered in mud, but even so, they were still lying in the trench, and even though their faces were rubbed against the mud, there was no discomfort.

The dirt on the female reporter's face was made by Li Feng. They were standing swaggering in the trenches before, and they really regarded the Japanese sniper as blind!

So the fat guy was very rude to let a female reporter have a mouthful of dirt. Just when he just pressed the female reporter down, a bullet came over...

All the reporters swallowed a saliva and swallowed all the complaints back. This little fat man saved their lives!

"I don't know what attitude to face this group of soldiers. Each of them looked very tired. I heard from their superiors that they had not slept for three nights. Since they learned that the Japanese might come, almost everyone has arrived at the position and prepared to welcome the Japanese who might pounce at any time.

I now see a veteran with three fingers missing. His left hand was only his thumb and index finger, and the wound was tied tightly with a bandage, and there was still some black and gray on the surface of the bandage.

The veteran's face showed a painful expression from time to time. Even so, it would not prevent him from holding cigarettes on his fingers..."

Another female reporter wrote in her notebook, saying that such words sound plain, but they can cause an uproar in people's hearts at critical moments.

No flashy language can erase the achievements of these soldiers, and they cannot forget their contributions to the country. The blood on the battlefield will be part of them.

Every inch of mountains and rivers is like a new year. These people have truly done it, sprinkling hot blood on the land of the motherland, and using their actions to show their patriotic enthusiasm.

It was noon soon. This time, Li Feng and his friends brought a lot of dried salted fish and dried food. There was no way. The independent camp was too poor and had to prepare many things by themselves.

So each of them carried three bullet belts on their backs, one loaded the bullet, and the other two loaded all of them were food.

Their grains were too unpalatable before, either fried noodles or fried rice. They tasted very dry and could not be swallowed without water.

The fat guy brought either steamed buns or steamed buns, cut them into pieces, and there were some bacon, salted fish pieces and other things, which were definitely a rare delicacy on the battlefield.

This guy Ma Laosan carries a lot of food, and even good things like jerky. I don’t know where this doggy-dance came from?

"The soldiers over there stopped first and eat some food. The Japanese will not come here for the time being. We have special sentries staring at them."

This is how veterans are. Once they wake up, they will pay attention to the movements on the battlefield from time to time. This habit cannot be changed.

Li Feng was carrying four or five salted fish on his back, and he had to cut them into long strips, remove the fish bones and bones as much as possible, leaving behind dry and hard salted fish meat, which could be stuffed with a pack of oil paper.

Captain Chen has definitely not had enough food for a long time, or they only have dried rice here. Many soldiers have eaten a lot of rice grains in the past few days, and I don’t know if they will have diarrhea.

Some soldiers are smarter and know how to cook snow and rice in a steel helmet. As for whether the rice is dirty or not, no one can care about it.

The little fat man snatched a piece of beef jerky from Ma Laosan. This guy is so. He doesn't know how to respect the boss if he has good things.

Steamed buns will be very hard in winter. If they are not properly preserved, Li Feng thinks it can be used as a stone, and he even thinks that the big dog can be thrown out and smashed to death.

By the way, Big Dogzi is baking steamed buns there now. There is a lot of dry firewood here, so there is no need to worry about the fire.

"Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng, I found that the things you eat seem to be yellow. Is it mixed with corn flour?"

The stuffed buns are usually made of corn flour, which is different from the steamed buns in later generations. At this time, the steamed buns are a bit large, so they taste a little bit shredded. Most people are not necessarily used to it.

As for why the steamed buns are a little yellow, it is nothing more than a lot of locust powder mixed in it. Now Li Feng still has a lot of locust powder not finished. In order to make room to store new grain, let’s finish the old grain first.

Moreover, locust powder is also a great supplement, and it is just right for use on the battlefield.

"This thing is locust powder. You should have seen it in the newspaper before. How does it taste like?"

The fat man looked at a bite of steamed bun with a smile on his lips. The reporters in front of him were very surprised, why are steamed buns made of locust powder so delicious?
Chapter completed!