Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Han Feng had no choice but to open the package he was carrying. The monk and Duan Peng, whose eyes were almost green, were disappointed to find that there were no steamed buns and pancakes, but only wriggling wooden ringworms and young cicada monkeys, which are special products of Independence Mountain. , are found almost everywhere.

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"Duan Peng, you eat first!"

Duan Peng swallowed hard, "He... Monk, you eat first!"

Han Feng said with a cold face: "You two look like you are still not hungry, so I will take these things away."

"Head" Duan Peng called Han Feng to stop him. Han Feng told them in the afternoon how to supplement life protein in mountainous areas. The wriggling and disgusting guy in front of him is also meat, living meat, "Leader, I will eat it!"

The monk's eyes were wide open, and in shock, he watched Duan Peng put a whole wood ringworm into his mouth, and then chewed it relentlessly.

"How does it taste?"

Duan Peng frowned tightly, his mouth turned outward, his neck choked, and he looked like he might vomit at any time, but as the wooden ringworm was chewed continuously, after the preconceived nausea was slowly eliminated, a strong fragrance radiated out instead. Go to your eyes and imagine, it really looks like a delicacy from the world has entered your mouth.

Originally, he wanted to swallow it in one gulp, but he was afraid that the live worm would crawl around in his stomach, so Duan Peng chose to chew it out of all kinds of reluctance. Unexpectedly, the taste of the worm didn't seem so unacceptable.

Duan Peng's expression gradually became loose, looking at the monk, he said in surprise: "Monk, it doesn't seem so bad."

"Really?"

"Well, try it quickly."

The monk dropped one in his mouth suspiciously, he and Duan Peng are brothers, since Duan Peng has eaten, naturally he can't let it go.

Half a quarter of an hour later... Prompted by hunger, the monk and Duan Peng ate up the wood ring worms and young cicada monkeys crawling around in Han Feng's package, flipped through the "empty" package, and the two expressed their unsatisfactory feelings. look.

Han Feng laughed when he saw it. There is a first time for everything. Many things are stopped because of your husband’s fear. After the first attempt, you will find that the seemingly difficult things are not as difficult as you imagined. that scary.

The monk and Duan Peng "lived" again after satisfying their hunger, the monk said: "Third brother, I didn't expect this thing to taste good."

Han Feng said: "These are life-saving foods for survival in the field, and they can play a big role in critical times. I will take you to identify and familiarize yourself with some edible insects, fungi, and wild vegetables in mountainous areas tomorrow morning. You will also take them one by one. Try it, it will be much more comfortable to eat next time after the first time.

In addition, you must learn to avoid the dangers in the mountains, such as poisonous snakes, spiders, mosquitoes, centipedes, wasps, etc. If you are bitten, you also need to know some first aid measures.

In short, you have a lot to learn, but one month is too short. I have no other choice but to teach you all the things I know first, even if it is to keep it in your mind. An impression, when you are alone in the future, and then slowly learn and understand, it can also play a big role. "

Duan Peng and the monk were in a daze when they heard this. They just regarded this special training as a special training, so how could they understand more profound meaning.

Han Feng also understood the confusion of the monk and Duan Peng. He smiled and said, "Okay, let's not talk about it. Now that the belly is full and the sky is getting dark, let's plan to spend the night in the deep mountains!"

Monk:  …

"Third brother, are we really spending the night in this deep mountain and old forest?"

Han Feng said, "Why, are you afraid?"

The monk smiled wryly: "You asked me to go to the battlefield to kill devils, I am sure I am unambiguous, but in this deep mountain, I heard what the old people said, and I am terrified."

Duan Peng punched the monk: "Monk, if you scare me again, I will beat you."

Han Feng suddenly smirked, and said: "As a member of the Special Forces, there is another very important point, that is, calmness of mind. Facing the approach of the enemy, you must not be exposed, and you will be bitten by a poisonous snake When the scorpion is stung, your comrades fall beside you, and your loved ones die in front of your eyes. You must not expose yourself. You must keep your heart steady, wait for the enemy to come to you step by step, and then kill him with one blow.

The monk's words reminded me, so before I rest tonight, I will teach you another lesson...telling stories. "

The monk and Duan Peng were stunned, telling stories?The story of the whole group story conference?This is interesting, the two of them are worrying about being bored!

The night comes as promised, and the shadows of the trees are reflected in the absolute silence in the mountains and forests. With the cold wind blowing, the unknown leaves rustle, like ghosts crying, like demons dancing wildly, the whole deep mountain suddenly becomes gloomy... …Han Feng brought the two people around him into the story with a deep and trembling voice, as if they were in front of him:

"Tonight... let's tell three stories, "Damn", "Doll", and "The Graveyard". The first story will start from a dark night, let's say..."

... The dark wind is howling, the ghosts are everywhere, the storyteller looks terrible under the suddenly bright moonlight, his expression is sudden, the face of the storyteller is twitching, his hands and feet are cold, and his expression is horrified... This night seems to be getting darker and darker Now, the shadows of the surrounding trees became more and more ferocious, like ghost claws locked on the necks of living people, the whole old forest was like a bottomless abyss, and the three people who were telling ghost stories in the deep mountains and old forests completely devoured...

(Ahem, these two chapters are written very...how can I put it...the egg hurts, although it is for the follow-up advancement and foreshadowing...let's skip it as soon as possible!)

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When the first ray of light shone through the cracks in the trees on Han Feng's calm cheeks in the morning, Han Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Unbelievable: Monk and Duan Peng's clothes are messy, the two elders hug each other tightly like octopuses, look at this, the two are in such a state after Han Feng finished telling the story fall asleep.

Following Han Feng's gaze, the monk opened his eyes first, and then panicked after seeing a ghost, "Fuck, ghost, don't catch me!" The monk didn't look down to see what was hugging him, and punched him. The "ghost" haunting him smashed it open.

Duan Peng was woken up by someone punching him in his sleep. He jumped up in horror, and when he took a closer look, the monk was punching him again with bared teeth and claws.

Duan Peng was angry: "Mother, monk, do you dare to hit me?"

The two fought in the blind circle, wrestling together, and the dead branches around them crackled and snapped as their bodies fell and crushed.

Han Feng's old face twitched violently. He suddenly doubted his own judgment. He asked these two guys to be the leader of the commando team, and then worked hard to train them. Did he make a fucking mistake? ?

Han Feng shouted: "Monk Duan Peng!"

"To!"

"To!"

The monk and Duan Peng who were fighting each other were woken up by Han Feng's cessation of drinking. The creepy monk looked at Duan Peng: "Duan Peng, why is it you? Where is the ghost?"

Duan Peng was speechless, "Monk, are you sick? You are the fucking ghost."

Han Feng: ...

It's just a few ghost stories, but it actually frightened two tough men into such a state.

The monk finally came to his senses, and looked at Han Feng with some resentment: "The third brother's ghost story is too scary, it was dark last night, and we are in this old forest again, you know me, I used to be a monk, and I specialize in saving people My master said, there is really a ghost like his grandma in this world!"

Duan Peng scolded: "Monk, stop scaring me, kid, and I won't be afraid of ghosts."

But obviously, people in this era still have a certain degree of superstition. Even Duan Peng and monks still have awe of ghosts and gods.

Han Feng said: "Okay, how can I tell you about ghosts and ghosts? Let me talk about monks first. When a person dies, he is dead. Didn't the Buddhists also say that death is empty? Whether it is a person or other living things in this world, death When it dies, it dies, and there is nothing left except for turning into a pool of fertilizer. After a long time, even the bones rot in the ground, and there is nothing left.

ghost?That's just a fiction made up by people to scare themselves, and it doesn't exist at all.

You two old men, with your martial arts skills, are you afraid of ghosts?This psychological quality is not good, I think it still needs to be practiced, and I think I should tell you a few more terrifying ghost stories after dark every now and then.

Oh, I have another idea, to tell you individually, separate the two of you, and face the dark night in the deep mountains and old forests by yourself. "

Han Feng showed a satisfied smile, but no matter how you look at it, this smile is terrifying in the hearts of Duan Peng and the monk.

The monk shook his head and said, "Third Brother, you'd better kill me!"

Duan Peng also showed a wry smile, obviously already having a shadow on Han Feng's late-night ghost stories.