To be honest, it is indeed much more comfortable to wear Japanese clothes than the clothes on their bodies. They can't even see a patch, and the effect of keeping cold is even better. However, the Eighth Route Army is very strong. Even if they freeze to death, they will never want to wear this Japanese military uniform that they seem to be no different from dog skin plaster. Of course, taking it back and changing it will be a different matter.

The soldiers were in a state of emotion, and Zhou Daniu was the strongest. He threw the yellow and green Japanese military uniforms on the ground, then stepped on them with his feet covered in mud and said, "Sanlangzi, I am disgusted with this Japanese dress. Even if I beat me to death, I will not be able to wear it."

The soldiers stopped talking. At this time, under Han Feng's forced, the others had already put on the Japanese military uniforms one after another and began to organize buttons and tie according to Han Feng's requirements. At least at first glance, they could not see the flaws in the messy clothes.

Han Feng did not pay attention to Zhou Daniu who was still angry at the first time. He looked into the distance and Xu Jingyou's figure appeared from the other end of the soil slope in the distance and kept waving at him.

This is a gesture and secret code that Han Feng and Xu Jingyou agreed on, indicating that the puppet troops in Liuzhuang had already rushed out of Liuzhuang by listening to the sound of gunfire that had just fought, and were afraid that they were not far away at this moment.

Han Feng's eyes finally retracted from Xu Jingyou in the distance. His expression changed from his usual lack of integrity. When the seriousness and strength that people had not expected suddenly appeared, a huge touch came from everyone's heart.

Han Feng looked at Zhou Daniu, his voice was so calm that it was scary, and his eyes were even more fierce. "Daniu, we are soldiers, and we are the first duty to obey orders. Not to mention just wearing a Japanese military uniform that makes you disgusted. As long as the superior gives orders, as long as it is for the final victory of the Anti-Japanese War, as long as the Japanese can kill the entire family, I can kneel and kowtow to them three times or nine times. Do you believe it? Worry? If you feel wronged, then be your turtle for me and climb to the end."

Time solidified in an instant. After a moment, Zhou Daniu looked down at Han Feng's eyes. In silence, he quickly put on the Japanese military uniform and patted the footprints and dust. In a short period of time, he was more flexible than anyone else, and there was no complaint.

"Dress neatly and set off!" Han Feng ordered in a deep voice.

"From now on, remember your identities, you are the Japanese army. Just remember that when you meet the puppet army later, no one is allowed to expose everyone."

Hu Chengwen, who was so smart, reacted and exclaimed: "Sanlangzi, do you want us to pretend to be Japanese devils and then go and scare those imperial army?"

"clever."

"But can it work? If they recognize these Japanese, it will be difficult to deal with once we are exposed."

Han Feng said: "Don't worry, I will negotiate with them in a very far distance. Besides, you think too much about these puppet troops. Among the puppet troops, there are only the group of combat power that entered the pass. As for the Imperial Army in Liuzhuang, if I expected it, their predecessor was just a local security group, which was far from the regular army. It was not even a combat power, and it was not even a second-rate army."

Squad leader Liu Zheng agreed: "Sanlangzi said it right. These two Japanese devils usually help the Japanese explore the way and collect food. They were just local warlords. They spent their days begging for food and bullying the people. They were very good at it. When they really got on the battlefield, they had almost no combat power."

Han Feng and Liu Zheng's words seemed to give everyone a reassurance, and Hu Chengwen no longer had any doubts.

"Remember, one is that you can't speak. A few days ago, I learned some Japanese with the Erbazi translator in the regiment. I will try my best to fool these puppet troops. Second, everyone will continue to move forward in the formation of the Japanese running and running, lowering their heads a little. Although the sky is bright now, there is still some fog. It's still a little hazy when it's far away. It's also an eastern side, so the puppet troops will not find any flaws."

While explaining to the soldiers, Han Feng led his team forward. He was wearing the military uniform of the Japanese squad leader, and each of the two yellow bars was a five-star. He was obviously a military rank of the army lieutenant. However, the Japanese was a little smaller and it was a bit squeezed when worn.

Judging from the clothes, Han Feng, the "Ghost Team Leader", is even the most inappropriate.

Xu Jingyou, who came to meet not far away, was amazed in his heart. He heard gunfire sounds from the small earth slope behind him, and there was no more sound after just a cup of boiling water. He was still a little worried, but when he rushed over to report the message, he saw the corpse of the ghosts falling to the ground from a distance, and the squad leader and others were all jumping around.

Xu Jingyou looked at Han Feng and his party wearing Japanese clothes and swaying over, and couldn't help but admire him in his heart: The third brother was so amazing when fighting!

"Third brother, the puppet army has touched it. I looked at it and it was almost the same as you guessed. There should be a company."

Han Feng said: "The Imperial Army copied the Japanese army's military organization, a company... I think it was a squadron of puppet troops, with a number of nearly two hundred people."

Xu Jingyou was shocked and asked everyone’s thoughts: “What should I do?”

"Come here."

"San brother, what do you want me to do?"

"Be my captive."

Xu Jingyou:...

...As time passed, when the continuous small slopes were all converted into flat avenues, a "Japanese team" stopped on the last small slope.

As Han Feng expected, the predecessor of the Imperial Army in Liuzhuang was originally the Defense Corps of the Northwest Jin Dynasty. The Miscellaneous Army in the Miscellaneous Army. In the original words of the miscellaneous Army, Gou Huozhe, the leader of the miscellaneous Army, was: Whoever is willing to be a traitor is worse than a good death. He just lives under the Japanese on weekdays. As for working hard for the Japanese? Let's take it down, they know very well that in the eyes of the Japanese, their survival may not be more important than the life of a dog.

When the guns and cannons sounded, the deputy's question directly exposed Gou Huozhe's always philosophy of living, "Captain, will we go?"

"Nonsense, if you don't go and wait for Taijun to come back, you won't be able to kill us!"

"Then let's go!"

"Wait a minute?"

"What's wrong with Captain?"

Gou Huozhe touched the beards with few beards and said, "Taijun and the others were transferred here to station. There was only one team. The gunshot must be that they encountered the enemy. It's inappropriate for us to go there at this time!"

The deputy said in confusion: "Captain, what's wrong with this?"

"You know, the Japanese and the others probably encountered an ambush. What if we ran over and the Tujiao Route Army and the Tujiao team cleaned us up together?"

The deputy suddenly said, "Oh, I understand, the captain is wise, let's go later. Either the Taijuns are eliminated, we will save our lives, or the Taijuns have eliminated the Eighth Route Army. Let's rush over, and the Taijuns will not misunderstand that we are avoiding the war."

Gou Huozhe smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Well, you won't misunderstand? Oh, that's not necessarily the heart of the Japanese is like a mirror, but as long as there is no handle, they still need us to work hard for them, and they will not make things difficult for the time being."

Gou Huozhe analyzed with his deputy that he soon collided with the "Ghost Squad" from afar. The ragged Eighth Route Army uniform on Xu Jingyou, the prisoner in the Japanese, was extremely eye-catching.

"It seems that the Taijun won." Gou Huozhe said, and from a distance, his originally expressionless old face immediately squeezed out a little flattering. "Taijun, Taijun" he shouted loudly, waving constantly. Even though he knew very well, the Japanese on the opposite side might not be able to hear his voice.

But this is his life philosophy, Gou Huozhe, who lives with all means and lives.
Chapter completed!