[69 Book Bar-www.] "Is there such a thing?" Hai Kunpeng was very surprised. The combat effectiveness of the New Fourth Army is obvious to all. Even the New Fourth Army cannot resist the Japanese. Who can defeat the Japanese?
Long Ge smiled and said, "It is said that this man is a strange boy. On the night the Japanese attacked the New Fourth Army, he and his sister blew up the Japanese artillery camp and killed two more Japanese officials. In Songshan Village, he went deep into danger and forced himself to go from the Japanese army.
The deputy commander of the D regiment was rescued from the tiger's mouth of the 'Special Attack Team'; in the 'Wild Wolf Valley', he killed thirteen Japanese special Attack Team members alone, including Sakai Tobuki, who is known as the "Flower of the Imperial Army";
In the 'Aoishi Town', a shot hit 600 meters away, killing the Japanese Observation Group's leader Suzuki Nagawa, the Japanese devils were as if they were lost, and the Japanese government and the country were shocked..."
Hai Kunpeng was shocked, put down his tobacco pipe, and couldn't wait to ask: "There is such a hero? Is he the New Fourth Army?" Hai Kunpeng had never fought with the Japanese "special attack team", but based on his experience, he knew that those Japanese were extraordinary. "special attack team"
"It is absolutely terrible to be able to penetrate into the heartland of the New Fourth Army, destroy the D regiment's headquarters in one fell swoop, and capture the deputy commander of the D regiment alive. Isn't that combat power even more terrifying. That young man killed thirteen Japanese elites in a row with his own strength?
Long Ge said: "He is not a member of the New Fourth Army, but a strange boy who suddenly appeared. He killed the Japanese without any ambiguity. No one knew where he came from..."
"Where is this person now?"
"The Japanese hated him to the core. In order to kill him, the Japanese forced to use artillery fire to flatten the entire mountain in front of the Qingshi Town..."
"So that's it..." Hai Kunpeng sat down in disappointment. He had experienced the Japanese artillery fire. If even the entire mountain was blown up, even if the body of the King Kong would be crushed to pieces, let alone a living person? After a while, he
He said: "No matter whether you live or die, this kind of person is the pride of China. Prepare some incense paper candles tonight, and I personally worship this hero I have not met to express our respect for the village... Do you know his name?"
"I heard it is called 'Afeng', and I don't even know the surname..." Long Ge said regretfully.
"'A Feng'? You heard it right?" Hai Kunpeng's expression changed drastically.
Long Ge said carefully: "I have inquired carefully, and it should be impossible to be wrong..."
Hai Kunpeng realized that he had lost his composure and quickly recovered his expression and said, "You have gained a lot of money this time and it is also very hard. Go back and have a good rest - remember, the content of today's conversation, without my permission, you must not be
Disclose to anyone!”
Long Ge saw Hai Kunpeng's expression serious and knew that the situation was serious, he nodded and left Juyi Hall.
Hai Kunpeng walked around the hall with his hands behind his back, and the dry tobacco pipe that he had never left his hands all day was thrown on the table. Mars had already been extinguished. He looked at the sky outside and finally made up his mind to leave the Juyi Hall and walk towards the back mountain.
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Feng Yu's small wooden house was recovering from the wounded mountain in the jungle of the back mountain. Feng Yu sat on the bed, facing the colorful sunset and swaying shadows of trees outside the window, and played an ancient song with a flute. The flute is Azhen's, very exquisite and simple.
.The sound of the flute is sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, sometimes soft and sometimes fast, either twisting or loud, or lingering or sad, like a lonely cherry blossom, blooming in the rain at dusk, floating in sequence, and flowers turning into dust... Hailan sat next to Fengyu
Azhen stood in front of the bed, and the two of them listened intently, their eyes as blurred as smoke.
The sentry in charge of standing guard saw Hai Kunpeng and was about to report to Hailan. Hai Kunpeng waved his hand and told them not to speak out, and slowly walked towards the wooden house. He was a rough man and did not understand the rhythm, but he admitted that Feng Yu was indeed very bloated.
It sounds nice, as if there is something that wants to make people cry and keeps burying into their hearts.