After Fujita understood the situation, he seemed to retreat to Wang Demao who was more than ten meters away, and the two of them muttered a few words.

"Are you sure? If you are sure, I can ask Captain Geng for instructions." Wang Demao glanced at the corner of his eyes while speaking.

Several low-level Japanese drivers were looking at Fujita with a little nervousness. Fujita pretended to be a master, and he was very "magnificent" just now, and he didn't say anything well, and hummed with his nose. The Japanese driver dared not offend the Major. He was hoping that the passerby would not cause trouble for himself and quickly get out of work. Seeing that the Major didn't want to leave, he was very upset and very uneasy.

Fujita nodded to Wang Demao as usual, looking more firm and said a few words, "Believe me!"

Wang Demao also understood Fujita's personality. This guy didn't make promises easily, but once he patted his chest, he would do it anyway. It was so "terrible". Last month in the mountains, the leader of Kuroda's medical team joked with him that Fujita could not eat 15 steamed buns in one meal. Fujita got angry and took the bet. He really stuffed 15 big steamed buns under the eyes of everyone. Finally, he rolled his eyes and insisted on eating the last bite. After eating, he fainted. Everyone was so scared that they poured him a spoonful of wild boar manure to make him vomit. After this incident reached Ma Qian'an's ears, Ma Qian'an not only criticized Kuroda's medical officer, but also left a deep impression on Fujita's stubborn donkey.

The enemy situation ahead was unknown, so Geng Dianjun led a large group of troops to stand in place and wait for a rest. Through the message from Wang Demao, Geng Dianjun quickly learned about what was happening ahead.

There is a tribe in the hilly and depression 2 kilometers away from the convoy. The Japanese went to "tidy up" this tribe. The young and strong captured them, and the young and old rushed to desolate and barren areas to fend for themselves. There were not many Japanese and pseudo-police people, only more than 100. If they could be surprised, they would definitely be able to destroy them at a very small price. Even if the Japanese discovered that, as long as they destroyed the Japanese cars, it would mean that the Japanese could be destroyed. On this snowy field, their two legs could still run past my four legs?

Moreover, Wang Demao and Fujita are very sure to wipe out the defenders of the car team.

Don’t take advantage of this kind? Take advantage of it! Don’t take advantage of it! Come to Qiqihar just to fight the Japanese? Isn’t this Japanese unlucky? I, Geng Dianjun, will take action against you first!

Through the walkie-talkie, Wang Demao and Fujita received the order. They looked at each other, and their expressions of joy flashed, and then they muttered a few more words.

"Cross! Follow me and listen to my orders!" Wang Demao gently waved his chin at the warrior beside him.

Fujita walked to the middle of the convoy again. Wang Demao behind him was diligently leading Fujita's horse and followed Fujita closely to the middle of the convoy.

The Japanese Chief Cao complained secretly. The arrogant and arrogant master looked like a person who was not easy to meet. Why are you always wandering around here? Seeing this group of people covered in wind and frost, and thick frost hung on the brim of their hats. I guess he had been running around on the road for a long time, so he should be quite tired. Could it be that he was trying to fight my car? Want to require it? Bah, I want to borrow it?

Fujita looked at the two cars in the middle of the convoy. There were nine-nine machine guns on the top of the cabs of the two cars, and a soldier stood in the carriage, holding the gun handle with all his concentration.

It is not difficult to shoot these two people, but the gunshots will alert the Japanese who are robbing tribe property. They will be unable to fight if they are prepared.

Fujita's heart churned for a moment, and finally suppressed this more adventurous idea.

"This place is very good, leeward!" Fujita gestured to Chang Cao and pointed to a piece of road near the car compartment, "I'm hungry, have a meal and rest."

Baga! What a bastard! Cao Chang was very unhappy. This major really stopped and couldn't leave. Did he want to share some things we stolen? Then there would be less things I could share.

The robbers are always afraid that others will share the spoils. This team of Japanese soldiers came out of the city in a cold weather, but it was not in vain. Sakai once promised them to give them some property. As a small officer, of course, he could also give more. Cao Chang was eagerly looking forward to Sakai's successful robbery. However, the arrival of this Fujita Grandmaster made Cao Chang feel excited. When the Grandmaster came, this matter would change. Why did he talk too much about Sakai's lord being sealed off the enemy's property? Isn't this jealousy from others?

"Don't you welcome me to rest here?" Fujita didn't know what Cao Chang was trying to change his mind, but he saw that Cao Chang wanted him to get up and get out immediately.

"I dare not! I absolutely welcome you! Warm welcome!" Cao Chang was guilty, fearing that Fujita would come to find fault again when he saw his dissatisfaction. He hurriedly smiled and spoke carefully with him.

The superior is the superior. The superior can slap people at low levels at any time, regardless of the reasons or reason. This is the tradition of the Japanese army. You have to endure it if you get beaten. Chief Cao is unwilling to anger the Grand Secretary, although he doesn't know which unit the Grand Secretary belongs to.

Wang Demao and several soldiers quickly dragged several dead branches on the roadside, kicked the dead branches and cut them into a pile, and then lit them with a military lighter.

"Take our chicken out and roast it!" Fujita observed Cao Chang, who looked at the diorama with a bitter face, and ordered a Japanese-speaking Anti-Japanese War soldier to take down the roasted chicken on his horse's back and roast it.

Wang Demao smiled calmly. He was now the guard of Master Fujita. In order to avoid exposing his accent, he did not speak, but just expressed his thoughts with expressions. He knew that Fujita deliberately asked the soldiers to get chickens. The soldiers liked to eat chickens, and they liked them to the point of being sick.

Fujita loves to eat chicken very much and also privately told Wang Demao why. In the history of the book, due to the lack of enough food for a long time, chickens are raised very little because this animal eats food, and chickens without food cannot grow up at all. Therefore, there are fewer animals in the countryside to compete for food for food. Fujita did not eat chicken until he was 16 years old. That delicious food is so delicious.

Fujita believes that the R-soldier who came from the countryside is no different from his hobbies.

Sure enough, when Cao Chang heard Master Fujita mention the word "chicken", his eyes suddenly opened wide, and his eyes dripped with the figure of the Anti-Japanese Allied Army soldiers who went to get the chicken, and he refused to move them away again.

As a vanguard, Wang Demao's team of people had high standards for food distribution. Not only were there usual canned meat, but also specially prepared poultry foods such as grouse and flying dragon (a kind of wild bird) produced in the forest. After being roasted, they were served with simple packaging.

Several soldiers ran to the fire with oil paper bags, and put the oil paper bags on the snow with ease, and stripped them away. Four fat grouse, each with a total of 5 or 6 kilograms, were exposed on the paper. Then, a few soldiers, under the envious gaze of the Japanese soldiers, carried a few fat chickens with bayonets to roast them on the flames. After a minute or two, the frozen roast chicken began to become soft. The fat on the chicken's body sizzled in the heat of the flames, and... a strong chicken fragrance floated to the surroundings.

Master Cao stood outside and stretched his neck to see what the group of "companies" were eating. This group of wealthy people also had canned tin meat. After opening it, it was slightly roasted and the meat was filled with the aroma. This was horse meat! Master Cao sniffed his nose hard. The horse meat was cooked very well, and the pepper and garlic taste was very attractive.

The most annoying thing was the master's follower who even took out a military kettle from his waist like a magical trick, unscrewed the lid and gave everyone a few sips in turn, and it smelled the smell of sorghum!

"Yes!" Fujita kept secretly looking at the Cao Chang who was standing outside and peeking. Seeing that the guy's saliva was almost like a waterfall, the sound of swallowing spit was rumbled, and he knew in his heart that the time was up.

"I'll treat you to you! When I leave later, just get some gasoline for me!" Fujita invited me in a casual and meaningful invitation.

For the car soldiers, secretly sending some gasoline to others is nothing. When Cao Chang heard Fujita offer an exchange, he nodded suddenly and agreed without thinking. He squeezed to the fire a few steps, took a fat chicken leg handed over by Fujita, and looked at Fujita in a flattering manner, "Then! I'll eat it?"

What are you talking about? I'm still worried that you won't eat it. You should eat it! Fujita pretended to wave his hand, "I have it! They are all emperors, and we can't divide each other. We must wear clothes together, eat together with food, share the joys and sorrows, and fight together forever."

Yes! Cao Chang was chewing the delicious grouse in his mouth, and suddenly he felt that the image of the chief in front of him became tall and could share rare chicken with him, a small officer at the bottom. What a big heart! His mind will definitely be promoted to major general in the future. Anyway, he will be taller than the colonel. I have never seen the colonel share chicken for others to eat.

Cao Chang bit the chicken leg in his hand a few more times, thinking about whether he would reach out to hold the fatter chicken on the fire again, but suddenly he felt a staring look around him. When he looked up, he found that it was his group of unpromising car soldiers who were surrounding him. He was about to scold them for being ungrateful. Why are you here to chew on me? You can't eat chicken bones? I won't give you chicken bones, and I'll put them in my pocket and go back to make soup. The taste of this chicken is so delicious.

The Japanese driver gathered together, which was exactly what Fujita expected. Of course, he could not miss this opportunity. Fujita stood up and invited him warmly: "Eat everything! We still have it! We are about to enter the city. Along the way, we have eaten enough chicken and canned meat, and we don't want to eat it anymore. We have to change the taste of fish soup when we enter the city."

President Cao was so shocked. Oh, this person is so angry that he is so angry that he looks like he is tired of eating chicken and fish. They are all raised by his father and mother. Amaterasu, what kind of troops are they? Why are they so rich?

I want to apply to join this army! Cao Chang thought in a daze.

The Japanese car soldiers were waiting for Fujita to speak for a long time. Seeing Cao Changda eating and chewing, anyone would be greedy. When Fujita spoke, 7 or 8 Japanese soldiers rushed over and grabbed the two chickens that were roasting on the fire. You told me to yell and tear the fat chickens that were sizzling, which was very lively.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Fujita waved to the machine gunners in the car again, and called the two machine gunners down. The two Japanese jumped out of the car happily and rushed to the "Chicken-grabbing battlefield".

Fujita glanced at the tail of the convoy quickly and found that the two Japanese troops who were originally guarding there were also coming. Now the car defenders are all concentrated in the fire. The time has come! Take action!

The Anti-Japanese Allied Army soldiers scattered in the distance walked towards the Japanese group, stood up, pulled out the T-33 pistols from their waists, opened the safety and loaded them, and the sound of the t-33 pistol was loud.

Several machine gunners came quietly with the 96 machine gun in their arms. Several anti-Japanese war teamed with 38 guns, which had bayonets on the gun head, and then pressed them on their hands.
Chapter completed!