An hour later, Yang Feng looked at the map for a while and felt that he should have arrived. There were indeed sporadic lights in the distance, so he chose an open space to land, and then the shuttle machine turned back into the cargo.

"Oh, there is no one in Tama who can ask about the road or anything." He drove slowly in the dark wilderness. It was snowing and there were traces of snow on the ground.

At this moment, a few lights suddenly appeared far away in front of him. Yang Feng quickly turned on the headlights and saw that there were some refugees fleeing, gathering together to keep warm in the fire.

As soon as he saw the cargo coming out of the darkness, these people immediately stood up in horror. Yang Feng was about to get out of the car, but suddenly hesitated for a moment and turned around to bring his equipment. This was the full set of armor, bulletproof vests, helmets, elbows, knee pads that he had spent hundreds of thousands to buy, and he also specially added a piece of protective brother. He looked like the American soldiers on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

There was a Bronning M1911 on one side of his thighs, a Thomson submachine gun hanging around his neck, a Li Enfield on his back, and a string of grenades hanging on his shoulders. Then he looked at it with self-pity, nodded with satisfaction, and then opened the car door.

I almost fell down just now.

"Damn, it's time to exercise more!" He muttered to himself, "I can't do it too heavy. He lacked exercise these days, and suddenly he hung dozens of kilograms on his body. He was indeed a little uncomfortable.

"Old sir, what place is this and how far from Chifeng?" he shouted to an old man in the crowd.

"There is more than thirty miles northward, it is Chifeng!" The old man looked at him vigilantly.

The three middle-aged men behind him even put their hands on their waists inadvertently. Yang Feng didn't mind this. Anyone suddenly saw a fully armed guy in such an environment, and he would definitely not want to hug him at the first time.

He looked at these people, an old man, three middle-aged men, and then a dozen or so old children of fourteen or five years old, including men and women.

"Are you guys?" he asked in confusion.

"Lao I am the principal of Chifeng Middle School. These are the children I adopted. Now that it has become a battlefield, I have to take them to Chengde. These three are friends I have invited to protect on the way." The old man said.

Wow, principal! What a pity that good words have been ruined by the trash in later generations.

Yang Feng was feeling the feeling, suddenly a big middle-aged man opposite changed his face, and then he lay on the ground, his ears pressed against the ground, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

"Shut off the fire quickly, there are cavalry, a large group of cavalry!" he shouted sternly.

Even those children, a group of people rushed to put out the fire, and Yang Feng turned off the headlights.

"Who will it be?" he asked the big man, who had pulled out the box cannons at this time.

"I don't know, brother, can you hold everyone in your car? If it's a Japanese, we have to explain it here if we don't run away." said the big man.

"It should be almost the same!" When Yang Feng spoke, no one noticed that the carriage behind him grew by more than ten centimeters in an instant.

"It's okay, the boys come in and stand side by side. When the girl goes to the front cab, the brothers will have to lie on the roof!" Yang Feng said with an open door of the rear compartment.

"Markqin! Brother, what are you doing?" The big man glanced into the car and shouted immediately.

"I came from Peking and bought a batch of arms and prepared to give them to the soldiers in front. By the way, will you play with this thing?" Yang Feng asked.

"Old Liu, goat up onto the roof of the car!" The big man turned around and shouted to his two companions without hesitation.

"We have worked in the Northwest Army before, and Lao Liu turned out to be a machine gunner!" He then explained to Yang Feng.

At this time, his two companions had quickly moved out a Maxim and a box of bullets.

"No water!" Lao Liu checked it skillfully.

"Get the kettle!" shouted the big man.

"Is this OK?" said a little girl holding a bottle of apples.

"Oh, that's OK, there are several bottles inside!" Yang Feng said with a smile.

Maxim, who was filled with Meinianda, was placed on the roof of the car. Lao Liu and Gouzi operated the machine gun and the other delivered the bullet belt. The big man also took Yang Feng's Li Enfield to protect them.

Eight girls were stuffed in the carriage, just like canned sardines. One of them was lying on Yang Feng's back with a red face. The old principal had no place. He sat alone on the front of the car and grabbed the rear carriage tightly, and drove towards Chifeng like an Indian bus.

Not long after he walked out, Yang Feng suddenly heard the pounding of the roof of the car and hurriedly stopped the car.

"You can't just go like this. If it were a Japanese, you must have gone to sneak attacks. We will take them there!" The old man said gasping, his face covered with snowflakes.

"What do you mean?" Yang Feng looked at the ruts behind and asked the big man a little embarrassedly.

The three of them hesitated for a moment.

"Don't do it, Brother Yang put us here. You can take Principal Wu away first!" the big man gritted his teeth and said.

"Let's go together!" Yang Feng looked around and drove the car directly into a depression, and the roof of Maxim was exposed outside.

"Boy got out of the car!" He opened the back compartment and said, then moved out a box of flower machines: "One person, one hand!"

Then the old principal also took a handful.

Yang Feng found a spring field from the car, then took out a grenade launcher and put it in the muzzle, and moved a box of grenades next to him.

"Grenade! This thing is rare!" The big man was startled.

"Of course, I got all this from the US military in Tianjin." Yang Feng said proudly.

At this moment, a clear vibration came from the ground, and soon a reflection of the steel helmet appeared in the snowy night.

"Remember it all, once I call you to get on the car, you will run into the car immediately!" Yang Feng said to the boys. This is also the reason why he dares to block. The open car is right behind him. The deformed cargo bullets of the shuttle can't be penetrated. As long as these children get on the car, they can drive directly. It is a fantasy for the cavalry to catch up with it.

The tall war horses quickly exposed the identity of the cavalry, the Japanese army, but Yang Feng felt something was wrong. At most, there was a squadron. If they really attacked the enemy, they wouldn't have only a few people.

"Lost!" The big man immediately saw his doubts.

"No matter what they are doing, let's fight first!" Yang Feng said viciously.
Chapter completed!