Three days passed in a flash, and the two camps were in peace during these three days.

Beitang Town has a solid defense of the 91st Brigade, so the Far East regiment naturally could not fight in, and they didn't even think about forcing them to attack.

As for Beitang Town, there were joint garrisons between the Far Eastern Regiment and the puppet army. In addition, the 91st Brigade's several thick barbed wire mesh surrounding Beitang Town. As long as the Japanese soldiers dared to walk out of the barbed wire mesh, they would rob them randomly and could not rush out at all.

Han Feng sat firmly behind the commander, not anxious at all. Only three days have passed, and the torment of water and grain on the 91st Brigade was just beginning.

In the evening, about when it was dinner, the whole of Beitang Town suddenly smelled of the meat. The meat smell was rich and people couldn't help but salivate at the first smell.

After the 91st Brigade Command, after the soldiers' food standards were reduced again in the past few days, even the brigade commander Saburo Yamamoto did not have a meal full of food.

Suddenly I smelled the aroma of meat. Not to mention an ordinary soldier, even Yamamoto, the brigade commander, couldn't help but drool.

"Where is the smell of meat coming from?" Yamamoto asked.

The Chief of Staff immediately sent someone to investigate, and soon a scout came to report: "Report to the brigade commander, the enemy was cooking meat outside the position, so the smell of meat came."

At this moment, Yamamoto didn't understand that this was Han Feng's idea again.

He shouted angrily: "This Han Crazy Man is really despicable and shameless. He actually uses such dirty methods."

The chief of staff with an empty stomach said helplessly: "Brigate Commander, everyone has already flew out after smelling the meat fragrance. If the enemy suddenly launches an attack at this time..."

The implication is that you have to set up precautions in advance, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

But the chief of staff of the 91st Brigade was probably thinking too much, and Han Feng's torture to them was just beginning.

Yamamoto ordered: "Call the platoons and fry them for me."

"Hi!"

Yamamoto's order was issued, and more than a dozen mortars in Kitayu Town opened fire at the Far Eastern Regiment camp.

It's ridiculous to say that the Japanese used a mortar in anger, and they just wanted to blow up the broth that the soldiers from the Far Eastern Regiment were being cooked.

A shell exploded more than ten meters away, and the bowl of broth that the monk hid behind the bunker almost poured on the ground.

The monk was so angry that he cursed: "This group of dogs is so stingy. He doesn't have any meat soup to drink, and he has to fry our meat soup."

Duan Pengle said: "The leader has a vision. Let's dig the trench in advance and hide it in the trench. Hehe, the Japanese are fighting so far away, just wasting shells."

The monk shouted, "Brothers, add more heat and make this soup stronger and the fragrance will be more. I will be so greedy for these dogs."

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When night was about to fall, the mortars of the 91st Brigade stopped fire. It was not that there were no shells, but that the Japanese also discovered the problem. They were separated by such a far position and had no targets and directions to attack, and they were just firing firecrackers. It was impossible to destroy the broth made by the Far Eastern Regiment.

So the Japanese drank their own supper, and were almost emitting rice porridge. Then, smelled the aroma of meat floating in the direction of the Far East Group, and pretended that they were eating strong and fragrant meat.

But meat is meat, and soup is soup. How can you drink soup be compared to eating meat?

While the Far East Army soldiers were resting with their full belly, the Japanese soldiers in Beitang Town screamed even harder.

After three days of hardship, the water reserved by the 91st Brigade is almost exhausted.

Even Yamamoto, the brigade leader, couldn't drink a few sips of water every day.

There is water source outside the northbound position of Beitang Town, but how could Han Feng not know the Japanese's thoughts and specially sent heavy troops there to guard it.

Yamamoto sent people several times, holding large buckets and trying to fill water, but he ended up killing more than 100 soldiers, but he still returned in vain.

At this point, Yamamoto completely understood, "This bastard just wants to waste us to death!"

The Chief of Staff's lips were chapped and he looked withered. He said helplessly: "Brig Commander, our military defense is dead and cannot be moved. All are placed in this Beitang Town. Once we leave the scope of Beitang Town, we will not have any advantage outside and will only be sent to death.

This would never happen on weekdays, and our reinforcements could arrive quickly.

But this time it's different. I've asked for help from outside four or five times..."

"How is it?" Yamamoto asked hurriedly.

The Chief of Staff shook his head: "The Soviet army is coming too strong. In just a few days, all our main defensive positions have been broken, and we have no reinforcements at all!"

"How could this happen?" Yamamoto was a little desperate and sat dejected on his chair, silent for a long time.

After a long time, Yamamoto seemed to have made up some idea and stood up to summon all the generals.

Looking at the few generals around him, those familiar faces were no longer there, and his old team was captured by Han Feng's special forces when he was in Tang Yuan.

Yamamoto was both angry and powerless, and sometimes he himself couldn't even understand.

With the strength of a brigade of Kanto Army and the cooperation of so many puppet troops, how could he not destroy a small Han madman in the past two or three years?

Could that guy really have three heads and six arms?

Yamamoto has seen Han Feng's portrait, but he is not as tall as three heads and six arms. It is obviously no different from a normal person!

But even though Yamamoto didn't admit it, he knew very well in his heart that he fell into Han Feng's hands again.

There were more than 15,000 people, and in a blink of an eye, the last brigade of more than 1,000 people was completely besieged in this Beitang Town, endured the other party's constant humiliation and torture.

Even Yamamoto himself didn't understand how this battle was fought?

Yamamoto, who was almost desperate, did not hide it and told the generals present about his current predicament.

The last "surviving" brigade leader of the 91st Brigade shouted angrily: "Brigade Commander, we are willing to be loyal to the Emperor. If we continue to retreat in Beitang Town, we are just waiting to die. We want to rush out and fight the enemy to the death."

"Yes, fight with them!"

The Japanese generals shouted, and if outsiders heard it, they might still have doubts. Does such helpless tone often happen to the Chinese army from time to time?

Why is it the opposite now?

Yamamoto didn't say anything. He led a group of generals to visit various positions in Kitato Town and inspected the status of the soldiers on the front line of the position with his own eyes.
Chapter completed!