The old charlatan hasn't come back yet. It seems that his enemy is a bit powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have returned home for so long.

The big bald man didn't seem to be worried at all. He has been practicing guns recently. I heard from the Eagle and the others that the big bald man's gun technique is almost enough to shoot perfectly. I don't know if it is true or false. He is obviously so good at playing with a flying knife, why do you have to play with a gun? Don't you know that the bullets are very expensive?

He changed into his own equipment, hung the submachine gun around his neck, and asked the guard to hold some quilts, and walked towards the trench.

Their trenches are on a hillside less than ten miles from Furong Town, which is the best terrain for fighting against the enemy.

The shovels used by the soldiers have now been replaced with good engineer shovels, which can be cut, chop and chop. Many soldiers regard it as a necessary weapon for melee combat. If the Japanese bayonet was not too long, it would have become the standard configuration.

Anyway, there is no unnecessary use in the arsenal, so it is better to use these tools.

Erpang's back looked a little lazy, and there was a small trailer behind him that could not be smaller, which still made him feel very difficult. Perhaps because he ate, slept, and ate every day, it had no strength at all.

The panda mother was dragging a larger trailer and patting her child's head from time to time, as if she was urging her to hurry up.

It was indeed an extraordinary period. Even the lazy guy Erpang was arrested as a strong man. It seems that the old sister's logistics department is short of staff.

What Li Feng didn't expect was that Xiao Jing had also arrived on the battlefield. Although the fight had not started yet, who knew if any of the Japanese spies would fire black guns?

Walking to Xiao Jing, he asked Xiao Jing, who was counting the supplies, with some confusion:

"Why are you here? Get the supplies and go back quickly. I guess the Japanese will arrive soon. I won't care about you when the fight comes."

Damn, there are all men on the battlefield, and I really can't care about a woman when I fight.

Curfew raised his head, looked at Li Feng lightly, and then continued to record with a pen, but the little fat man seemed to see a trace of disdain in her eyes.

I despise me. This woman has a good temper recently. Could it be that the food she gave her has been reduced?

"I'm not here because I want to participate in the battle, but to appease the reporters. If they suffer an accident here, it will be a huge blow to the Eighth Route Army."

The reporters did not leave immediately. A considerable number of people wanted to see how the Eighth Route Army fought, especially when they heard that the Japanese attacked in large numbers, and they all seemed to have been injected with chicken blood and would not leave no matter how they persuaded them.

The person who leads the lead seems to be named Wang Jing, mom, why does this woman cause trouble for herself?

"Okay, you are also a person who can shoot. I will give you a submachine gun and you can experience it yourself. You have any guards and other things. Anyway, I can't pull out anyone from the army, so you can just pay attention to safety."

Naturally, the manpower was not available. A guard platoon had been arranged to be responsible for the safety of these reporters. If people were drawn from the troops to protect them, there would be no need to fight this battle.

Xiao Jing didn't think about fighting with the Japanese. Anyway, she just needed to appease these reporters from the rear. After all, she was still self-aware, and it was really possible to cause trouble if she went to the battlefield.

The little girl now dresses like a robber, especially with an eye mask on her eyes, she is definitely a one-eyed dragon!

Xiao King Kong walked very slowly behind the little girl, and the armor on her body was still making a clanging sound. I don’t know what this little girl was thinking, but she actually wanted to put on Xiao Jin’s armor. It was not the era of cold weapons. No matter how powerful the armor was, it could withstand bullets?

"Sister Xiao Jing, let me be responsible for your safety. Recently, I have learned a few more skills from my master. Ordinary Japanese are no match for me at all."

Xiao Jing looked at the direction Li Feng was leaving, and put on his own folder, and then slowly said to the little girl:

"You must not let that fat man see it, otherwise you will probably be invited to the back with a special method.

Also, take off Xiao Jin's armor quickly. It looks a bit incompatible. If it really doesn't work, just be on duty. Just wear a helmet on your head. With so much steel tied to your body, Xiao Jin should be very tired too."

Yes, it’s nothing to have a tiger-style helmet on Xiao Jin’s head, but it’s really uncomfortable to have so many steel plates tied to her body.

Xiao Jin, whose steel plate was removed, seemed to have regained his vitality. He kicked Erpang, who was resting, off the hillside with one kick, and then squatted under the tree and ate the steamed buns.

Panda Mom opened her eyes and looked at her child. Erpang was running wildly upwards, as if she was about to fight Xiao Jinda. Then Panda Mom closed her eyes again.

Tell me, if you are the opponent of Xiao Jin? Just be honest as a mascot.

As expected by Panda's mother, Erpang did not have a conflict with Xiao Jin after coming up. Instead, she picked up her own rice bowl and walked to another tree and sat down, which seemed a little aggrieved.

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The reporters looked very calm, and a considerable number of them were war correspondents who had experienced battles personally, and they were fighting with real artillery fire.

Wang Jing was on the front line and had witnessed the Eighth Route Army's operations with her own eyes, so this time she came back to the battlefield. In addition to being a little nervous, she was more excited.

"You stay in this place first. After the battle begins, just go over and take a few photos. Don't stay behind the troops for a long time."

Xiao Jing is still very smart because Li Feng had told her that the Japanese often used tactical strategies to attack the rear. If these reporters were close to the rear of their positions, then they would not be able to let go of their hands when they fought.

"Why? We have experienced the battle personally, and we are not afraid. I want to stay on the front line and fight against the enemy with the soldiers!" A male reporter said excitedly with the camera in his hand. He thought he could only interview some issues of military rations and refugees, but who knew that the Eighth Route Army suddenly encountered a war in the middle. If he missed this news for so many years, the reporter would have done nothing.

Wang Jing also raised her fist at this time and said excitedly:

"Yes, the way the soldiers fight is to shoot the Japanese in their hands, and the way we fight is to record their heroic battles with the pen and camera in their hands, and then let the people of China see that there are still people struggling to convey this passion to the people of the whole country."

Xiao Jing is a little overwhelmed now. She now feels like Li Feng faces herself. These guys can really make trouble. Isn’t it nice to stay behind honestly if you have nothing to do?
Chapter completed!