Chu Yunfei now has a strong desire for knowledge.

This problem is indeed quite typical.

"How many Japanese can my troops fight against?"

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes, and his thoughts gradually drifted...

This...is not easy to convert.

"Hundreds of thousands?"

"It's good to plan and it's easy to kill 100,000 Japanese."

"If you really fight a defensive war or a protracted war, millions of Japanese soldiers... can't be able to grind it."

Fang Yu smiled calmly, and the smile on the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

This confidence must be achieved.

"One hundred thousand..."

"That's a mixed brigade of more than a dozen Japanese..."

"The divisions converted into Japanese soldiers must also require five..."

"Brother Fang..."

"It's you..."

Chu Yunfei took a deep breath, and his expression changed drastically!

The flames in my heart burst out!

If someone else said this, Chu Yunfei would definitely be disdainful and thought that this guy was just bragging.

But Brother Fang’s words are unforgettable!

The troops are being mobilized in full.

Of course, in order to stabilize the group of Japanese in front of you, at least there is no large-scale mobilization on the surface.

People should go slower... just slower...

At least safe.

The people are Fang Yu’s only weakness at this moment.

Wait until this weakness is safe...

Fang Yu licked his lips, and flames burst into his heart!

He was a little...can't bear it anymore.

Let Zhou Weiguo be responsible for fighting against the infantry corps of the 11th Mixed Brigade of the Japanese.

As for the battlefield on the periphery, the commander of the first infantry regiment was fully dispatched by the one-eyed dragon.

It was just to destroy a brigade of the Japanese, which was too easy.

Fang Yu is silently guarding.

...

On the way, the Japanese Prince Kurokawa and the Grand Master Yamamoto climbed forward with blood and tears at this moment.

These two guys were injured too much.

Don't die, don't live...

The soldiers under Fang Yu were too lazy to carry them on their backs.

Carrying the Japanese? Who wants to?

It would be nice not to give them a knife directly.

So I just built a stretcher and spread it on the ground.

Then the two Japanese lie on it.

Then tie a hemp rope as thick as a thumb on the stretcher.

Then the monk dragged the two Japanese with one hand and walked forward.

Wang Dakui was holding the mg42 general-purpose rifle in his hand and was fully protecting it.

If anything is wrong, start shooting in full swing.

Then, just do it to the end!

The two Japanese were dragged by the monk and ran quickly on the stretcher.

While shaking back and forth, the two Japanese almost killed them...

This taste...it's so hard to deal with!

Who can withstand this?

"Baga...Baga!"

"Damn Xia people!"

"Damn Xia people!"

"Take revenge! Take revenge!"

The young Japanese devil, Yuan Yuanye Take, yelled gritting his teeth.

This guy was cut off one arm, so his injury was slightly lighter and he still had a little strength.

As for the Japanese Prince Kurokawa Gowa on the other side of the stretcher, his breathing was already extremely weak at this moment...

Both arms were gone and were cut off with a machete.

I don't know how much blood was flowing at that time...

Now, in order to save the life of the Japanese Prince and complete his final destiny, Fang Yu specially asked the military doctor to bandage the broken arms on both sides of the Japanese Prince.

At least... I can't die halfway through the exchange.

Just the monk is a bit rough...

Fang Yu looked at him from a distance and felt a little numb inexplicably...

This kid dragged the stretcher and walked steadily...

If the Prince of the Japanese was killed halfway, wouldn’t this kind of exchange be a nonsense?

Fang Yu held his forehead, looking headache...

...

opposite.

These senior Japanese officers from the 11th mixed brigade of the Japanese were also nervous...

"The Brigade Commander, they are really too rude to Prince Kurokawa..."

"Your Excellency the Brigade Commander, Your Excellency the Prince has lost his arms, how can he withstand such a degree of tossing!"

"Your Excellency Brigade Commander, speed up the exchange!"

"Otherwise, before the prince returns, he will be breathed."

"Then our exchange this time has become a joke..."

"His brigade commander!"

An officer from the Japanese, Zhongzuo, couldn't help but take a breath and then hurriedly followed.

"Baga!"

"Baga!"

“Can’t speed up…”

"It must be dragged until reinforcements arrive!"

"Where are the reinforcements of the 9th Mixed Brigade? Where are they going!"

The commander of the 11th Mixed Brigade of the Japanese, Yamamotodari, looked dark and turned black at this moment.

The whole body trembled constantly.

The mood is extremely violent.

If the Prince really dies, everything he does now will be futile.

No matter how much credit he has, as long as he kills the Prince, all this will be zero!

Even if he really destroyed the mysterious Xia Kingdom troops in front of him, the death of the prince would still lead him to the path of separatism and self-destruction.

When I think of this, I feel more and more irritable.

"Report to the brigade commander!"
To be continued...