Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

In the evening, except for the dark sky, after the heavy rain, the air in the mountains is fresh and refreshing.

Han Feng and Li Yunlong temporarily arranged the team on the mountainside of Baima Mountain.

After running around all the way, jumping out of the enemy's encirclement several times, the soldiers were exhausted, so they rested in place, except that they could not make a fire, and the soldiers took out the rations they brought to satisfy their hunger.

There were quite a few villages at the foot of the mountain, but there were no footprints of the Eighth Route Army in this area. Han Feng and Li Yunlong thought that if they rashly brought large troops into the villages, they would definitely disturb the people. This is not what the Eighth Route Army should do.

"Old leader, I decided to take Duan Peng to investigate in the village."

Li Yunlong is not the master who can live at leisure, so he has to keep up immediately.

Han Feng said nothing, "Monk."

"arrive."

"You will be the guard for the old regiment leader, let's go to the village to check the situation together."

"Yes."

"Old Xu, Commissar Zhao, the team will be handed over to you first. The scouts can try to go to the village first. Remember, you must not have any conflicts with the local people. When it is not necessary, our team will not settle in the village."

"Do not worry!"

After the explanation, Han Feng and Li Yunlong chose a path and walked towards a village at the foot of the mountain.

The village is not too far away from Baima Mountain. You can see the outline of the whole village from a distance. It is not too big, that is, a place the size of a palm. Of course, it is also because of the viewing angle. After walking for a few kilometers, the dilapidated The village came into view.

At dusk, the twilight was deep, and the ancient village had an ancient charm. I didn't see a villager at the head of the village for the time being, and it was quite quiet.

Looking at the dilapidated scene in front of him, the good thing is that there seems to be no trace of gunpowder smoke. It seems that the little devil has not hit this place yet.

This should be the luck of the misfortune of this village.

In the evening, there should be smoke from the kitchen.

Han Feng has always believed that in such troubled times, the criterion for judging whether the people in a village are happy and prosperous is whether they can see the smoke that should be displayed to show the tranquility and tranquility of the village at a fixed time.

However, there is no such thing, it seems to be there, that is, the few streaks of cooking smoke, which last for a short time, stand at the head of the village and look at them, if you don't look carefully, you won't be able to notice them at all.

As for the reason why there is no cooking smoke, Li Yunlong and Han Feng are well aware of it, and they are not surprised. It is difficult for such a village on the edge to be self-sufficient. Life is even worse.

In such a huge small courtyard, digging up and down three feet and not finding a grain of food, how could it be possible to raise the smoke from the cooking?Maybe not even a matchstick could be found.

But even if this was the case, Han Feng and Li Yunlong were powerless. The team rushed out of the encirclement of the Japanese army and worked hard all the way. By now, the soldiers should have almost chewed up the already extremely limited rations they carried. up.

It is impossible to distribute food to the poor people like in the Yuenan base area.

The four of Han Feng continued to walk, and they came to this village just to investigate the situation in the village.

But the local villagers seem to have strong defenses and grudges against uninvited guests from outside.

The cobbled streets, which should have been clean, were covered with muddy soil, probably affected by the previous torrential rain.

Occasionally, three or five villagers could be seen on the street, but no one paid any attention to Han Feng and his party. They just quickened their pace and quickly disappeared from the sight of the four.

Han Feng tried to knock on the wooden door of a villager. The material of the wooden door could not be seen clearly. It might be made of willow. Incomplete stickers that cannot see any words.

It should have been posted during Chinese New Year in the past, but in the war-torn era, no one thought about Chinese New Year any more.

Dong dong dong

The crisp knock on the door broke the dead silence all around. Probably not many people can knock on the door in such an elegant way these days.

With the sudden creaking sound, the wooden door was opened, and an old man stuck his head out.

His cloudy eyes sized up the four of Han Feng. He was disheveled, skinny, with unusually high cheekbones. He was wearing a thin shirt that hadn't even been patched, and the dark skin inside was simply exposed in the damaged place.

"Who are we looking for?"

Those who have traveled far and wide are used to listening to the local language, and Han Feng has become accustomed to the various languages ​​of the Chinese compatriots. Although sometimes he can't hear clearly, he can understand the meaning to some extent.

Han Feng said: "Master, we are from out of town. We just passed by this place to take a look. What is this place?"

"do not know."

Bang, the wooden door was tightly closed, and the old man clearly saw that it was empty in the hands of the four of Han Feng. These days, what these villagers are most wary of is poor people with nothing.

Because of poverty, in order to survive, I can do anything.

Han Feng:

He knocked on the door again, and at this moment, an impatient voice came from inside the wooden door, "Nanzhuang", he stopped abruptly after speaking, and there was no further follow-up.

The villagers in Nanzhuang seem to be unfriendly to outsiders, but they can't go back home, right?The soldiers have been running around for so long, at least they have to find a place to rest.

Han Feng said: "Old leader, the villagers in this village seem to be extremely wary of outsiders like us. This is not the way to go. It seems that the sky is going to be dark. Let's split up into four groups and ask more people. See See if there is any free space in this village, let our team rest for a night!"

Li Yunlong said: "Okay."

With that said, he chose a place to leave.

Naturally, Han Feng didn't need to worry about Li Yunlong's safety. There was obviously no trace of war in this village, and there had never been a war. As long as there were no devils, it was relatively safe.

"Duan Peng, monk, let's go separately too!"

The four of them quickly divided into four groups. Firstly, they wanted to find out more information about the village here, and secondly, they wanted to see if there was any shelter in the village, and there was no place occupied by the villagers.

Han Feng chose the east-facing road, and walked along the cobbled but muddy path. He tried to knock on the wooden doors of several villagers, and some of them just replied a few words across the house, and then disappeared. Voices, and some simply received no response.

He went all the way to investigate, but it was fruitless.

Not to mention Li Yunlong's journey, the old Li in the front can still knock on the door patiently, then they smashed the door with their fists, kicked the door with their feet, and finally yelled, "Damn it, can you catch your breath?" Is it?"

As expected, the villagers were more cautious and wary of rude guys, and simply locked the door tightly without responding.

552 Wei Dayong's Excitement

There was only the last corner of the sun left on the western mountain, and the whole area became increasingly dim.

Just when Han Feng, Li Yunlong, and Duan Peng were not going well in asking for directions, Monk Wei made progress here.

It was a house around the corner, and they lived in a relatively remote place. Judging from the paving of the door, it was also very dilapidated.

From these points of view, this house is no different from other houses, except that on the left side of the threshold, there is a thick layer of dark soil on the bluestone slab covered with moss, and the There are a few small flowers growing on it.

It doesn't look like a few flowers, it should be a handful of flowers, as if they were planted in the soil. Monk Wei thinks they are like orchids or lilacs in the mountains. I can feel a faint fragrance in the air.

Monk Wei felt that there should be something different about such a family, so he tried to knock on the door, no longer being as rude as before, and tried to knock with his raised middle finger as much as possible.