The Japanese did not wait for the supplies, but they waited for a telegram, which said that the transport team had arrived at the designated location and hoped that they could accept the supplies.

After receiving the telegram, the Japanese Grand Secretary beat the sender hard because he felt that the telegram was translated incorrectly.

So the telegrapher translated three times and finally confirmed that the information was correct.

A group of Japanese commanders, wrapped in military coats and holding samurai swords, walked to the door and found that there was no one on the road. Apart from snow, there were snow, so where was there any truck transportation supplies?

"Go and ask what happened to the intelligence department? The materials have not arrived at all. Is there something wrong in the middle of the way?"

The Japanese Grandpa said this and he really made the case. The troops sent to receive supplies had not come back yet. When these people came back, they found that everyone was covered in dust and very depressed.

When the commander saw this, he asked furiously:

"What the hell is going on? Why didn't the supplies be seen?"

"Master, when we arrived, we found the ground full of the bodies of Imperial soldiers, and the truck disappeared. Following the car prints, we found the wreckage of the truck under the cliff, but the supplies on it disappeared."

"Baga!"

When the young master of the Japanese heard this, he slapped the lieutenant on the spot and gave the second lieutenant who was responsible for receiving the response a few times. The other party's face was red with cold now, and he only knew how to be very excited. Anyway, it would not hurt if he was so cold.

However, it is useless to be anxious to beat people now. The Japanese don’t have much supplies. Although they have enough food, the weather is unforgivable. Several soldiers have already developed cold disease, and some seriously injured people have not been sent out. I wonder how long they can withstand in such cold weather?

Although the fire of the limbs could barely support them, they were fighting now and attacking. What is it like to stay at home and stay still?

In the end, the Japanese had no choice but to hurry the death squad to launch an attack on the Tujiao Route Army.

Some armored vehicles have broken through the siege and rushed over. Now the Japanese are preparing to let the armored vehicles lead the suicide squad to attack the positions of the Tujiao Route Army.

Seeing these Japanese guys bare-handedly with plaster belts tied to their heads, they didn't forget to drink a few bowls of cold wine before leaving, and they didn't know if they would have stomachache when they were fighting.

Li Feng had been back a long time ago. Anyway, the trenches were dug deep enough, and the soldiers were keeping warm very well now, with fires everywhere. In addition, before standing, they shoveled out most of the snow and mud in the trenches. Now the trenches are still dry.

"I said, boss, this Japanese devil is not afraid to attack, right?"

A veteran held a gun, his ears on his hat wrapped around his face, looking like a leopard.

The Eighth Route Army now looks not so good-looking. After all, they are very bloated in cotton jackets. Many people even only show their noses, and even their eyes deliberately pull down the brim of their hats to block them.

"That might be, who knows what the Japanese are thinking now? We have got their cotton coats. Now they can only have the strategy of fighting with all their might!"

"Boss, what does it mean to burn your boat?"

He told some veterans born by peasants that these allusions were purely nonsense, so Li Feng told them that the next battle would either be without, or it would be very tragic, and the Japanese were about to jump over the wall.

At this moment, the frontier sentry staggered into the trenches and ran towards Li Feng's command center in a hurry.

"Report to the boss, the Japanese are dispatched. There are seven or eight Iron Tortoises in front of them. There are many Japanese behind the Iron Tortoise, each of them is bare-baring and seems to have talismans attached. They don't look very afraid of the cold!"

After hearing such reports from the Frontier Sentinel, the fat man knew that something was wrong. He immediately picked up the body of the gun cat, threw down the thin quilt and walked out of the trench.

While walking, he shouted: "Everyone is ready to fight. The Japanese have already begun to jump over the wall. If we can hold on, we will win, and then the counterattack will begin."

When the soldiers heard this, they stuffed their quilts back into the trench hole, and then lay on the edge of the trench with guns. At this time, no matter how big the snow was, they could not stop their passion for fighting.

About three minutes later, the fat man saw some soldiers urinating on the bayonet. I don’t know which bastard spread the news that the Japanese had posted a talisman, which caused some superstitious soldiers to not forget to urinate and destroy the evil.

Li Feng also thought this routine was very good, so he took a bayonet and handed it over to pee, and then inserted the bayonet into the tip of the gun.

At this moment, Li Feng saw seven or eight bubble tubes stretching over, and then there were some huge turtle-like giants.

The Japanese used armored vehicles to open the road, trying to take down the Eighth Route Army's position in one go, especially when he vaguely saw many shirtless Japanese suicide squads behind the armored vehicles, he knew that they were trying their best.

"Haha, the Japanese are really not able to do it. I ordered the people on the left and right wings to hold on to me. I must not let the Japanese break through our wings at this time. As long as the attack in front of me holds the Japanese's aura, it will be gone.

Brothers, as long as we can stand it, we will win, and it will be fine to pee at the Japanese."

The soldiers laughed so hard when they heard this. After several battles, everyone became veterans, and some of them became elite soldiers. Of course, they were happy to listen to the boss saying such dirty words, after all, it was a rare pastime!

The Japanese thought it was strange. The armored vehicles were already so close, so why had the Tujiao Route Army not launched an attack yet?

The fat guy has made people prepare a lot of gasoline bottles. This kind of earthy incendiary bomb is very useful. Although it is snowing now, this kind of thing seems to be more useful in watery places.

The Japanese tanks launched shelling in advance and bombarded their machine gun positions. They finally couldn't stand it after several consecutive blows. Fortunately, the soldiers inside retreated quickly and lost only a heavy machine gun.

Li Feng heard that his heavy machine gun was gone, and his eyes were filled with blood. He grabbed a gasoline bottle with one hand and shouted at the strong soldiers around him:

"Don't save me as much as possible. Is it okay to throw it at the Iron Tortoise of the Japanese? If you can't throw it on the Iron Tortoise, do you see the shirtless Japanese behind? It's okay to roast them!"

Just when the Japanese thought the Eighth Route Army was frightened by their courage, many small things suddenly threw them from the sky.

They were all glass bottles, most of which were hit on the tank, and a small part of them hit the ground.

Soon, the tanks turned into turtles on fire...
Chapter completed!