... Until the night once again enveloped the world, the Japanese troops dug the hill three feet away, but still couldn't find Han Feng and Xu Zilin.

Xiao Saki had lost his patience, and the sudden change in things was a little beyond his imagination. The duck that had been cooked disappeared.

He would never give up the opportunity to capture Han Feng alive. General Yoshio Shinozuka, who was far away in the headquarters, heard that Han Feng was besieged, and was also waiting for his good news at the headquarters!

But this mountain is not small. Although it exists independently, it probably has to be at an altitude of several hundred meters. Xiao Saki is indeed a large number of people, but it is not easy to find two living people on such a mountain.

what to do?

Xiao Saki never thought about returning without success. Now he doesn't even think about how to clear those villages, and he just wants to capture Han Feng alive.

He was very convinced that Han Feng and Xu Zilin must still be on this mountain, perhaps hidden in some secret place.

As long as you continue to search, you can always find them out.

In order to achieve the goal faster, after Xiao Samu sent a message to Heyuan County, the Japanese search team in Heyuan County set off with three military dogs.

In the evening, the military dogs arrived and the Japanese army began to do a carpet-style search from the foot of the mountain.

After it was completely dark, because the search team came late, the military dogs also needed to rest all the way. It was dark, and Saki was also afraid that Han Feng would escape in the chaos, so he ordered the search to be suspended, and all intersections down the mountain were completely blocked.

In the cave, Han Feng and Xu Zilin were awakened by the barking of dogs from afar.

Xu Zilin's expression changed drastically: "The Japanese have used military dogs!"

Han Feng nodded with a heavy expression and comforted him: "Don't worry, this mountain is not small. Even if you use military dogs, the Japanese will not be able to find our place for a while."

“What should I do now?”

"Wait a minute, it's completely dark. After the early morning, we have to go out and get some food."

Time passed by suddenly, and the night quickly completely enveloped the mountain. In the middle of the night, the moonlight was hazy, which was a good time to set off.

"Old Xu, how many bullets do you have on you?"

"The ammunition and food are gone." Xu Zilin had no choice but to spread her hands, "Where are you?"

Han Feng smiled bitterly: "The same ammunition and food are gone."

The two looked at each other and smiled, slowly walked to the entrance of the cave. Han Feng stretched out his hand and gently opened the dead grass hidden at the entrance of the cave.

A sensation of cold surged in. Compared to the inside of the cave, the temperature outside was indeed much lower. Han Feng and Xu Zilin couldn't help but shivered.

Han Feng said: "Why should I go by myself?"

Xu Zilin hurriedly said, "No, I want to go with you."

She looked back at the cave where she almost couldn't see her fingers. The fear that had not appeared in many years was particularly strong at this moment.

Han Feng nodded with a smile, "Okay!"

Two figures walked out of the cave under the hazy moonlight.

Han Feng and Xu Zilin are located at the middle of the mountain. Han Feng is very clear about the road down the mountain at the foot of the mountain. It must have been blocked by the Japanese army. Going down the mountain now is like falling into the trap.

Han Feng's target this time was the Japanese stationed on the hillside. He secretly prayed that the military dogs would not be at the hillside, otherwise with the dog's sensitive sense of smell, they might bark at him from a distance and warn him.

Once the Japanese are disturbed, let alone food from the Japanese, they are afraid they will be hunted down immediately.

The two walked carefully, and Xu Zilin wrapped her coat tighter. After walking for a while, there was no other vitality around except for the white snow and some dead grass covered by the snow.

Looking for prey to satisfy your hunger in such a winter environment?

This obviously doesn't work. Not to mention that Han Feng and Xu Zilin have no bullets anymore. Even if they have bullets, they must not shoot.

Therefore, the only source of food the two of them could find at this moment was the Japanese.

After walking a few hundred steps, a faint fire came not far away.

It was the Japanese sentinel, responsible for the warning in this area, and in order to resist the severe cold, a bonfire was burned to keep warm.

Han Feng and Xu Zilin approached each other quietly with their waists. When they were a few steps away, Han Feng could vaguely see three figures of human beings with the light of fire.

After touching more than twenty steps again, Han Feng used a gesture to signal Xu Zilin to wait on the spot, while he held a bayonet in his hand and continued to quietly touch the Japanese.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

Han Feng's concealment skills were first-class. It was obvious that there were no military dogs in this Japanese sentry team, so he successfully reached within thirty steps.

Xu Zilin, who was quietly observing all this in the distance, had already reached her throat.

There is still the last thirty steps away. There were some dead grass in this distance, but they were covered with snow. At this moment, the white snow reflected by the hazy moonlight. If a figure suddenly appears, it will be easily discovered.

Han Feng thought for a while, staring at the three Japanese not far away like a hunter. The three Japanese were not standing together. They were keeping warm in three directions of the bonfire, perhaps intentionally, and the eyes of the three people could radiate all the visions around them.

What a cunning Japanese devil, so vigilant!

Han Feng slowly crawled completely on the ground, pressing his chest tightly into the snow. The distance from his distance to these three Japanese was the plane of the mountain. He grabbed the snow with his hands and pressed it on his back, including his head and legs. The dirt-gray military uniform formed a good cover, almost integrated with the white snow around him.

But not only that, in the shock of Xu Zilin, Han Feng buried his body completely in the snow several feet thick, and then slowly wriggled his body in the snow like a pangolin.

How perseverance does it take to endure such freezing in such extremely cold weather?

Xu Zilin suddenly felt a little painful inside.

After the snow was in close contact with Han Feng's body, it melted by his body temperature and soon soaked his whole body's clothes.

Han Feng gritted his teeth and moved forward inch by inch.

At a distance of thirty steps, in order not to alert the snake, Han Feng had to stop from time to time and observe the movements of the three Japanese through the snow cracks.

After nearly half an hour, Han Feng's body was almost frozen. He finally arrived five steps away from one of the Japanese, and his movements became even slower.

Under Han Feng's extreme caution, the three Japanese were unaware of the wriggling of the eight-foot snow.

Time passed by quietly minute by minute.

The originally burning bonfire seemed to be unable to stop the extreme cold of the weather. The swaying flames gradually became smaller, and the light around them was gradually dimming because of the flames.

There were some bottles and jars next to the campfire and an iron pot. It seemed that these three Japanese men had cooked some food in this iron pot before.

It is really a boring thing to keep a watch in this extremely cold weather. Three Japanese were sitting close to the bonfire. In this extremely cold weather, they were facing the bonfire, but their backs were cold.

Han Feng was about to take action when the Japanese in front of him suddenly turned around.

Han Feng was shocked and quickly stabilized his body and remained motionless.

The Japanese man turned his back and glanced directly over the collapsed snow where Han Feng was. He roasted his back to the bonfire for a while, and muttered a few words in his mouth.

Han Feng understood:

"This ghost weather, the abominable land eighth route. If it weren't for you, who would have suffered here."

After roasting for a while, the Japanese touched their backs comfortably, turned over again, sat on the straw-paved stone, and continued to stare at the swaying bonfire.

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief slowly. Xu Zilin, who had witnessed all this not far away, almost couldn't help but rush over. When the Japanese turned around as if nothing had happened, her heart was already pounding.

It was hard for her to imagine what kind of test Han Feng was facing at the moment when the Japanese turned their heads?

Such a quiet night and such a close distance, even if the heart beats thumping, the Japanese will notice it!

But nothing happened, and Han Feng was not exposed.

He continued to move forward.

After a while, Han Feng stopped. He looked at the slightly drooping eyelids of the two Japanese on the side, and immediately realized that the time was coming.

Suddenly it exploded! The black shadow flashed!

Before the two Japanese on the side could even come back to their senses, Han Feng's bayonet cut the throat of the Japanese in front of him, and threw it out with a knife. A bayonet flashing with cold light penetrated into the heart of the Japanese on the left. When the Japanese on the right woke up from the horror, Han Feng had already rushed over at a very fast speed. The Japanese could not resist and were directly knocked down. Han Feng's left hand pressed towards the Japanese's mouth. The Japanese's head turned sideways, and his hand was just pressed on the edge of the Japanese's mouth. The Japanese opened his mouth suddenly as he wanted to survive and bit Han Feng's left hand.

Blood flowed down, and Han Feng's right elbow hit the Japanese temple hard. A fainting sensation came. Before the Japanese's consciousness could recover, Han Feng hit the Japanese temple one after another with one elbow hit. His left hand moved upward, covering the Japanese mouth tightly, and pinching the Japanese neck with his right hand. He suddenly exerted force. The Japanese struggled, and after kicking his legs for a while, he completely cut off his anger.

Han Feng slowly let go of his strength, looked at the blood that had flowed, and spat at the dead Japanese devil, "Damn, this Japanese devil, you are a dog!"

He slowly got up, moved his joints, and roasted the fire. His body became warmer. Han Feng quickly collected all the guns, ammunition and food from the three Japanese, and pulled the bodies of the three Japanese on the fire. He went to Xu Zilin who was on guard without looking back.

Behind him, the bonfire was added with "fuel", and the fire quickly soared into the sky, illuminating the surroundings.

Han Feng's back was pulled on the snow by the light of the bonfire...
Chapter completed!