Chapter 47 Encounter on the Road

  How the Sixth Legion retreated was no longer Yang Feng's concern, they were all a group of old veterans who had been on the battlefield for half their lives, this little thing didn't need others to teach them, in fact, when Yang Feng set off south, they had already found the safest way.

  Negotiations with the enemy army on the same day.

  Using Mao's corpse as a bargaining chip, in exchange for the Japanese army not interfering with the Sixth Army Corps' retreat, poor Mao is now of no other use, and has had over a hundred photos taken in various poses, including solo portraits, couple shots, and even group photos.

  His beautiful general's uniform had been stripped clean, and now only a pair of underwear was left that no one wanted.

  These days, I was thrown into a dilapidated house with four walls that leaked wind, and I was frozen like a mackerel pike just pulled out of the refrigerator. Due to poor management, I was also bitten by mice, looking quite a bit like a biohazard. Fortunately, my face is still intact, but I have no idea what the Japanese would think when they get their hands on me.

  With a face full of sighs, Yang Feng set off southward, accompanied by Principal Wu and those children. Additionally, the three big men, as Yang Feng's employees, also brought their families along.

  Yang Feng's plan was to go straight from Chifeng to Gubeikou, which is the closest route to Beiping. Even if they ran fast, it would only take half a day, and at this speed, they wouldn't need to bother with the Japanese army along the way. For this reason, Yang Feng sternly refused Zhao Dengyu's protection.

  What a joke, at the speed of cavalry, it would take three days to run, and just arrive at Gubeikou in time for the Japanese attack on the Great Wall, what's the point of running.

  Zhao Dengyu disagreed, he came to escort Yang Feng, now let Yang Feng walk by himself, what's the point? However, after seeing the hundred-kilometer off-road cargo, he had nothing to say.

  In fact, the road Yang Fengnan took south was not particularly dangerous, but the speed was too fast. Along the highway from Chifeng to Chengde, the speed exceeded 100 kilometers per hour, almost keeping pace with the vanguard of the Japanese army's southern advance on Luanping, and then rushing straight through Chengde to Gubeikou.

  At this time, there were already many refugees on the road, and Yang Feng had to slow down. The composition of these refugees was complex, and many were still Northeast Army soldiers who had fled in disarray, losing their helmets and armor, losing their souls, and even looting refugees and bullying young girls.

  "My god, what's going on!" Yang Feng just saw two Northeastern Army soldiers dragging a little girl into the woods by the side of the road, with an old couple kneeling behind them begging.

  "Old Lin, take care of those two little bastards!" he said to the big guy sitting in the passenger seat.

  The big guy responded with a sound, picked up a springfield and fired two shots in a row. Two Northeastern Army soldiers immediately fell to the side of the road like dead dogs.

  This stirred up a hornet's nest, and the Northeastern Army soldiers who had fled in defeat on the road all raised their guns at the carriage. Yang Feng grabbed a Thompson submachine gun and fired a burst into the air.

  "You bunch of bastards, you sons of bitches, you traitors, how come you're so spirited now? You have the guts to go to Japan as envoys? Your mothers are being raped by the Japanese, your fathers are serving as dogs for the Japanese, your sisters are serving as prostitutes for the Japanese army. And you're just running around, running around, hiding your heads in shame from Northeast China to Rehe and then from Rehe to Guannei. Where else do you plan to run? Why don't you just wash your asses clean and wait for your Japanese grandfathers to arrive?" Yang Feng shouted through the loudspeaker.

  These words are too vicious, ordinary people can't bear this stimulation, let alone the Northeast Army, which is now more sensitive in their hearts. Two guys immediately yelled and fired at Yang Feng, and the bullets were blocked by the windshield with two loud noises.

  The two were immediately knocked down by the big guy.

  Yang Feng's car drove over them without hesitation and even spat out a wad of phlegm at the window as they left.

  "Trash, dog shit!" Then he turned around and cursed with a loudspeaker.

  The remaining Northeast Army did not make a move, each with complex expressions standing there watching Yang Fengyang leave.

  "Boss, you scolded him severely!" The big guy said with a face full of admiration.

  "Scolding them is not enough, these bastards must be trampled on ruthlessly, until they don't dare to show their faces in public, only then will they know what shame is! Next time I'll prepare something even more ruthless for them, let's see if they still dare to run away with their tails between their legs when they see a Japanese person!" Yang Feng said viciously.

  When they arrived at Gubeikou, it was already noon. The 112th Division of the Northeast Army, led by Zhang Zongxun's son Zhang Tingxu, was in charge of the defense here. This division belonged to the famous "Young Master Division" within the Northeast Army, and the vast majority of officers were second-generation officials with a strong background. They were well-equipped and neatly dressed, and they were usually the ones who participated in military parades, so to speak, they were the Northeast Army's business card. As for their combat effectiveness, nobody knew, but anyway, no one was willing to let them go to the battlefield. Originally, they were supposed to be Zhang Zongxun's guard troops when he went north, but as soon as they arrived at Gubeikou in Chengde, they lost.

  Yang Feng wasn't interested in gathering with them, so he sped up and drove past them. After arriving at Miyun, he found a restaurant to park his car and have lunch. As soon as he walked in, he saw a group of military officers wearing yellow-green uniforms drinking alcohol.

  Yang Feng's side, Principal Wu was arguing with one of the lieutenant colonels face to face. Then both of them were stunned at the same time. Next thing they knew, the lieutenant colonel suddenly pushed away his companion and stumbled over, kneeling down in front of Principal Wu.

  "Disobedient son, you've seen your father!" The lieutenant colonel's words startled Yang Feng.

  "Get up! You're going to the front line now!" Principal Wu said calmly.

  "Yes, I've received the order and will be heading to Gubeikou immediately." The lieutenant colonel stood up and stood at attention with his head bowed.

  "Work hard and don't worry about home, I and the children will be waiting for your triumphant return in Beiping." Principal Wu said as he straightened his clothes.

  Yang Feng thought that this wish seemed a bit difficult, the 25th Division was almost wiped out at Gubeikou, and it's likely that your son is also in a precarious situation.

  "Hurry up and sit down, it's a happy occasion for father and son to meet. Don't be so formal, boss, I've got this place covered today, and everything is on me!" he hastily shouted.

  After everyone sat down, Yang Feng only knew that Principal Wu's two sons were both Huangpu students. This is the eldest son, and there is also a younger son in Hu Zongnan's First Division, now far away in Gansu.

  "Wu Yingchang, don't worry about it, I'll take care of the old principal and the others!" Yang Feng said with a pat on his chest.

  "Mr. Yang, thanks a lot, brother!"

  "We're all one family, no need to be polite. If you're lacking anything, just let me know and I'll see what I can do to help. It's easy enough to get some clothes or medicine and the like. And look at you brother, your clothes don't seem very thick either. Don't catch a chill on this cold winter day up here on the Great Wall."

  The 25th Division was transferred from the south and did not have any winter clothing suitable for the northern climate, fortunately, the people of Beiping collected some for them.

  "Can Mr. Yang get winter clothes?" a lieutenant colonel asked.

  "Have you passed through Beijing?"

  Zhong Xiao nodded slightly.

  "Do you know Jin Yuan Business?"

  "That luxury store selling down jackets, thermal underwear, sulfonamides, domestic watches and bicycles?"

  "Brother is the boss of Jin Yuan." Yang Feng said calmly.

  A group of officers were all stunned.