I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Seeing that Li Ergou was not a big problem, Chen Feng asked Wu Tianxiang to pull out the radio station, organized the content of the telegram, and sent it out in simple plain text:

I'm a cold gun. I just went to Peking and killed an old Japanese soldier named Terauchi Juichi. I smashed his head. I don't know if it has been exposed. If not, it's probably because the Japanese soldier dare not face the reality and is still hiding it.

When he came back from Peiping, he passed by Jinan and took care of the traitor Ma Liang. He was only the second big traitor to die, but definitely not the last.

I would also like to warn the Japanese troops in China that if they use special bombs again, I will take action. Not only the high-ranking Japanese troops in China, but if they really make me angry, I can also go to the Japanese island.

Finally, let me remind you that your damn Emperor Guard Division can’t stop me.

The members of the commando team did not know about their captain's achievements on this trip, and were too embarrassed to ask. Seeing this, Chen Feng did not hide it. It was just that the team was taking a break, so after serving Li Ergou chicken soup, he began to explain this long-distance raid.

The team members listened with their mouths wide open. Even Li Ergou perked up and looked up at Chen Feng, with admiration mixed with a little disappointment in his heart. He thought his skills were just okay, but not good enough compared to the captain!

When Chen Feng was telling his team members about the battle example of this long-distance raid, there was an uproar outside. He spoke so easily!

"I just went to Peking... and packed up..."

But why does it sound so comfortable? It feels like killing a Japanese commander with a cold gun is like killing a pig, and killing a heinous traitor is like stepping on an ant on the roadside.

Whether it was the occupied areas, the concessions, the war zones or the Kuomintang-controlled areas, anyone who cared about China's national conditions was attracted by Leng Qiang's telegram. They read the telegram over and over again, or listened to the news in the telegram, and a heroic spirit arose in their hearts.

What could the brigade commander and division commander of Teng County do? What could the commander of the North China Region do? What could the emperor of the tiny country of Japan do? Our legendary hero Leng Qiang didn't take them seriously. He could do what he said casually or by chance. I just want to ask you if you are afraid.

On May 10, 1938, the Western mainstream media reported a Chinese man, a legendary oriental hero, Leng Gun.

After ten years of apprenticeship, due to national crisis, he took his younger sister down the mountain to fight against the Japanese. When they were killing people everywhere, his younger sister was poisoned to death by the despicable Japanese with a poison gas bomb.

He was furious and rushed thousands of miles overnight. He killed Terauchi Hisaichi, the decision maker who used poison gas, at the North China Command, which was the most heavily defended by the Japanese. Then, he left calmly amidst the siege of thousands of people. He left without leaving a trace and left after the mission was completed.

This is completely in line with the Western aesthetic of heroes. Countless foreigners became interested in the mysterious country in the East. Some Chinese and overseas Chinese took action first, donating money and materials, and raising funds on the streets. Some more radical ones even tried to find ways to return to their country to join the war.

Chen Feng returned, and the team took the initiative to request more training. Chen Feng took care of Li Ergou and assigned tasks to the remaining seven team members. The seven team members were divided into two teams, taking turns to attack and defend, and they fought with cold weapons, with the Black Wind Mountain as the center. With this kind of combat method, the true power of Baguazhang and Panpomen kung fu was revealed.

After just two days of training, Ding San and Zhang Liang, who went out to purchase food, reported that Japanese mopping-up troops had appeared in the villages at the foot of the mountain. They seemed to be there to collect food. They had assigned tasks to each village, and if they failed to hand over food, they would be killed.

Chen Feng understood that the battle was getting intense and the Japanese wanted to take advantage of the enemy for food, so he immediately issued a combat order, leaving two team members behind every day to protect and take care of Li Ergou, and the others would be divided into groups of two. The three groups would attack the grain-collecting team without showing their faces and try to fight silently. They would use Black Wind Mountain as the center and have a combat radius of ten kilometers.

On the morning of the third day, Liu Caiyun and Ding San stayed behind while the other three teams set off. Chen Feng took Heiwa southward. After they walked three kilometers, it was already past eight o'clock. When they heard gunshots in the village ahead, they immediately advanced in secret.

In the backyard village, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were threatening the villagers who were driven to the threshing ground. The Japanese sergeant leading the team was gesturing with his command knife, and a traitor was following him, nodding and bowing as he translated:

"The imperial army has ordered that your village needs to pay 3,000 kilograms of grain. We notified you two days ago and asked you to deliver it to Lincheng. But there has been no movement today. Don't you want to live?"

The old man at the front begged:

"Please be kind! Please tell the Japanese that now is the time of shortage of food. Everyone is half full and half hungry every day. They have to eat steamed buns with wild vegetables to survive. There is really no food!"

"I don't care. The lady said that if we can't hand over the food, we will kill one person every five minutes, starting with the children. I wonder who is harder, your words or the lady's bayonet."

The villagers were all in a panic. They had heard about the cruelty of the Japs countless times before, and now they were experiencing the same fate themselves. Many of them were so scared that they wanted to flee, but were forced back by the Japanese soldiers behind them with bayonets.

Five minutes were up. The Japanese sergeant pointed his command knife at a little girl and showed a cruel smile. The girl's mother hugged her daughter tightly and knelt down to beg bitterly:

"Let my child go. If you want to kill someone, kill me first!"

Seeing that threats were useless, the Japanese sergeant became furious and raised his sword high, ready to cut both ends of the Chinese people with one stroke to intimidate this group of unruly people. He had killed so many Chinese that he couldn't count them, and he was excited every time he saw the blood spurting out of the neck after beheading.

The Japanese sergeant held the knife with both hands and was exerting force. The other Japanese soldiers also focused their eyes here and showed cruel smiles. The traitor translator also looked at them with contempt. They would not listen to good words and would only behave themselves if a few of them were killed.

Just as the sergeant was about to drop his command knife, there was a sudden burst of gunfire. The sergeant was shot in both arms. He looked up in panic and saw that his men were falling one after another. Within a few breaths, all the soldiers he brought with him, except himself and the translator, were shot in the eyebrows. Some of them were killed before they could even raise their guns, and some raised their guns but couldn't aim before they were shot.

The sergeant broke out in a cold sweat, partly from the pain and partly from the fear. When the translator came to his senses, he looked at the two masked evil spirits and fell to his knees on the ground with a thud.

When Chen Feng and Heiwa arrived at the scene, the Japanese command knives were already waving. They no longer cared about fighting silently. Four box guns fired at the same time, without the Japanese noticing anything. Except for the Japanese sergeant, all the rest were killed. Fortunately, they arrived in time.

The Japanese sergeant saw two masked men coming and cursed while holding back the pain:

"Baga! Baga!"

Chen Feng kicked him to the ground, stepped on his shot arm and crushed him, then picked up the command knife and threw it to Heiwa:

"Behead!"

After saying this, he looked at a group of villagers:

"Cover the child's eyes."

Heiwa hesitated for only a second. A mother and daughter who had arrived a few seconds late were beheaded. He put away the box gun, held the knife with both hands, and raised it.

The Japanese sergeant felt a sharp pain in his arm and was wailing in agony. He looked from the side and saw the masked man raising his command knife. He was really scared. Once his head was chopped off, his soul would never be able to return to the island country!

Heiwa did not hesitate, nor did he pay attention to the Japanese's gaze. He exerted force with both arms and commanded his knife to draw a flash of lightning. The Japanese sergeant did not even have time to scream before his head was cut off.