The turbulent waves of the Yellow River became a barrier for the three Jin Dynasties to move south, but no matter how turbulent the river is, there will always be sections with a gentle flow level.

When the Zhongtiaoshan Battle broke out, a large number of people borrowed private boats or simply set up a bamboo raft on their own, crossed the river from the gentle Yellow River node and fled.

This time, under Han Feng's leadership, the Far East regiment crossed the river was the place where the commando wading when they rushed to the western Shandong base, leaving a thick hemp rope in the flowing water.

The comrades of the reconnaissance platoon had already secretly tied five large bamboo rafts to hide in the mountains and forests, and this time they naturally came in handy. With the help of this hemp rope hanging on the river surface, they could easily cross the river.

"Lao Hei, just in case, send all the comrades from the reconnaissance platoon to guard the surrounding area. If there is any disturbance, immediately hide in an emergency."

"yes."

"Cross the river!"

With the help of the last sky, the comrades of the Far Eastern Regiment began to cross the river.

The bamboo raft was slowly dragged into the water. The river basin was not very turbulent. With the help of hemp rope hanging above the water, each bamboo raft could carry nearly ten soldiers across the river at the same time.

Han Feng ordered: "In squads, veterans take care of the new recruits, soldiers leave first, and cadres finally follow. After crossing the river, don't waste time, and move forward hiddenly on the other side of the river immediately, start setting up camps in the agreed place, and wait for the whole regiment to meet."

Under Han Feng's command, crossing the river began.

Looking up, I don’t know when the hazy moonlight was dotted with mottled stars.

The lives of 1,084 people were all dependent on themselves. The situation of the War of Resistance Against Japan was extremely severe and far less optimistic than the Sanjin area. It is very likely that there was no supply of troops throughout the whole process, the mass base was even weak, and there was almost no source of material resources.

This time, when we went to the Far East, how many people could there be left when we came back?

Han Feng grabbed a lump of soil and threw it into the rushing Yellow River water.

Or, nothing will be left.

It was like soil was thrown into the water of the rolling eastward Yellow River and soon dissipated in it, and no trace was seen anymore.

Of course, at least it can leave traces in the world. Those who care about themselves, Lao Xu, Lao Shi, Lao Deng, and others must still remember themselves and this Far East Group.

Dong Chenghai stood beside Han Feng at some point, "Captain, are you worried?"

Han Feng laughed and said, "It's not a matter of thought, but I just feel a little emotional. Brothers trust me and give my life to me. On the surface, I can pretend to be nothing and calm, and I can be in my heart. I often think, can I really be competent when I do what I do?

There are so many people, when I leave, I want to swear to my brothers, don’t worry, there are so many people when I go and when I come back, I will bring you all back alive!

But everyone knows that this is too unrealistic, so I didn't say it, and I couldn't say it. I just warned myself in my heart to bring every brother back as much as possible."

Dong Chenghai smiled and said, "Captain, I didn't have a good impression of your Eighth Route Army when I was a national army, but do you know what I admire most about your Eighth Route Army?"

Han Feng looked up, waiting for Dong Chenghai's answer.

"Fearless, to put it simply, I am not afraid of death. I was very curious at the time. So-called a lot of money must be brave men, but you Eighth Route Army, let alone a woman of money, don't even pay military pay, and both military uniforms are difficult to do in winter and summer.

I dare not say that life was too much... if I changed the life of the Guo Army and the Eighth Route Army.

In that case, we can imagine that the Eighth Route Army had a full stomach, was full of fighting spirit, and even more daring to fight with the Japanese, but what about the Guo Army? It probably took less than half a month, let alone the war, the soldiers would have all run away.

Leader, since you are following you, there is no fear of death. They are all voluntary. Soldiers die in the battlefield. That is the best destination and the highest honor. Why do you feel soft-hearted first when things come to an end?"

Han Feng smiled bitterly: "I am not afraid of death when fighting. What I fear most is that my brothers, relatives and friends around me will die one by one. Sometimes I can die in front of my brothers, which is a kind of happiness."

"Anyway, I will die sooner or later. Didn't the ancients say that when a person dies, it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. Of course, although I also read, I always think that this sentence is nonsense.

There is nothing else. Some people are afraid of death, but they are very afraid of it. As long as you don’t kill him, you can do whatever you want. Therefore, in our land, there is never a shortage of heroes of the War of Resistance, nor is there a shortage of weak traitors.

But some people, on the contrary, are born with bad luck, so they have to go to the battlefield to fight against the Japanese. If you let him be a traitor and a traitor, he can't sleep well and eat, and he feels so uncomfortable that he has no choice but to be the heroes that everyone praises.

I think our group of people are more unlucky, and they are this second type of people.

I didn't think much about it. Anyway, I just went to the battlefield to fight the Japanese. My brothers carried guns together, were bombarded together, and were bombed by bombs. It would be considered a day to live. If the Japanese were killed and still have their lives, that would be the future. Let's worry about it later!"

As a typical military family in the Guojun faction, Dong Chenghai has the best vision and knowledge among the three battalion commanders, and there is no doubt that this is the best.

He has a generous personality and a strong and strong mind, but he also does not lack delicate thoughts and keen observation skills.

If the monk Huan and Sun Desheng were standing beside Han Feng, it would never be possible to say such a thing.

Great, monk: "Third brother, just say how to fight, I will listen to you."

Sun Desheng: "Captain, I have never felt anything. I only know one thing: open my eyes and kill the Japanese, close my eyes and sleep, and ignore anything else."

To be honest, the only one who can communicate with Han Fengxin is the second battalion commander Dong Chenghai, in addition to political commissar Xu Zilin.

Han Feng spread his arms freely, stretched his waist, and smiled and said, "Old, what you said makes sense, but I'm confused."

Dong Chenghai said: "I have had this feeling of the regiment commander. One was when I heard about the death of Commander Wu, and the other was when I decided to lead the entire regiment to Chengren and watch the brothers around me fall down under the Japanese machine guns one after another.

That feeling... You are right in command. Sometimes you can die before your brothers, but it is a kind of happiness and relief."

Han Feng said: "I haven't said anything so frustrated."

Dong Chenghai was stunned, looking at Han Feng's serious appearance, he was defeated, "Okay, I said this."

"The fruit army is mixed with fish and dragons, so we can't ruin a pot of soup just because of a few rat shit.

Jiang Long once said that most of the soldiers in the Guo army are good, but his mother generals are not good, one general is incompetent and exhausts the three armies. This is the reason.

And those generals who graduated from Huangpu and those who sincerely resisted Japan, are not just passionate about protecting their families and protecting their country, and wrapping them with horses and hair. This is a great passion and should be admired by the people of the world."

Han Feng looked at the scene where the bamboo rafts slide forward on the river surface, and the soldiers paddled hard to pull the hemp rope, saying: "After all, the fruit army is mixed with old and new, and innovation is not the end. If a brand new thing wants to grow, it must abandon all the old dregs."

Dong Chenghai was shocked and said, "I've been taught."

Han Feng laughed and said, "I'm off topic after saying so much. Old Dong, it's time for us to set off and cross the river."

"yes."
Chapter completed!