Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

The two quickly walked to the row of thatched huts. Han Feng opened a wooden door casually, and there were a few sounds of panic from inside.

The wooden door was opened, and everything inside fell into Xu Zilin's eyes exactly:

There were no grown men, only a woman with two children, each looking at him with horror.

They didn't wear any clothes. To be precise, they were wrapped in some rags. The clothes didn't cover their bodies. The ground was covered with thatch in a mess. Mud and snow stains could be seen everywhere. There were some miscellaneous and messy things piled up on the stove, such as cotton. There was a bed of quilts, but the quilts were so rotten that the three of them clinged to each other and wrapped them in cotton quilts.

But this is the twelfth lunar month of winter, apart from the thatch, there is only this rotten quilt left in the house. Several people are naked, and the part outside the cotton quilt has been frozen blue

The tragedy is unbearable!

Xu Zilin experienced hunger and pain back then, so she may not have seen such a life before.

It's just that these years have improved a lot, and she never imagined that the days that were already difficult and unsustainable in her opinion can be seen everywhere here.

Furious, Xu Zilin was stunned, "How could this be?"

"Don't be afraid, we are Chinese soldiers, the Eighth Route Army, and the Anti-Japanese Army, here to kill the little devils."

After throwing the last few pieces of compressed biscuits on his body to the two big-eyed children who were numb and flustered, Han Feng pulled Xu Zilin over and said, "This is by no means a coincidence, I will take you there again. Look at the other houses."

When the wooden door was closed casually, Xu Zilin saw the two children desperately pounced on a few biscuits scattered on the ground, their white bodies were revealed, they seemed to be two eleven or twelve-year-old girls, standing in front of Huming There's no shame left.

The second wooden door, the third wooden door, and the fourth wooden door were opened.

Exactly the same tragic scene, the house is basically full of women, children, old people and children, hiding in the house shivering to resist the excessive cold.

"Old Xu, do you understand now?"

Xu Zilin was shocked, "Old Han, are these our people in the Bingtun tribe?"

"Yes."

"Those people just now?"

"I've done some research on the situation in the Puppet Manchukuo, and you guessed right, what you saw just now is the most authentic life scene of the people in the Bingtun tribe in the Puppet Manchukuo.

They were forcibly merged into the village here. Not to mention leaving their homes, they also lost the land they depended on for survival. As for who took those lands?It was the Japanese who seemed to be just farmers that we shot and killed just now.

They are the bloodsuckers here, the robbers who exploit the people. "

"Is it the Japanese pioneer team?"

Han Feng was slightly surprised, "Do you know this organization?"

Xu Zilin said: "I have learned a little bit about it, and it was well publicized in the reports. These people are all talents in agricultural production transported by the Japanese from China. They are here to help our people in the four eastern provinces vigorously develop agriculture. To distribute more grain so that everyone can have enough to eat, it turned out to be such a scene.”

Han Feng scolded: "The little devils have evil intentions, and they do a lot of deeds on the surface and behind the scenes? They can also figure out a conspiracy that a fool like East Asia Common Prosperity can see. What kind of beast is there? What can they do that they can't do?

Propaganda reports that the people in Shangmanzhou District live without worrying about food and clothing, are rich and healthy, but in fact they are just farting. Why have they ever seen our people as human beings? "

Xu Zilin said, "What shall we do now?"

"Communication Soldiers, Communication Soldiers"

"arrive"

The communications soldier ran over with a loud voice.

Han Feng said in a deep voice: "Immediately spread the news and tell the three battalion commanders, first, spread the news to the whole village, saying that we are the Eighth Route Army, a team of the Anti-Japanese League, and we are here to kill devils. We will release the grain and open all the granaries controlled by the little devils. Just at the south gate, all the people can come to collect the grain and tell them that there is only one hour.

Second, escort the Japanese and puppet troops, as well as the group of people in yellow clothes, to the south gate.

In addition, let the comrades immediately control the granary and send all the food and supplies of the devils to the south gate.

Third, the scouts control the surrounding area, and report as soon as possible if they find the enemy. "

"Yes."

737 food delivery

On the way back to the south gate, Han Feng noticed a corpse that was different from the surrounding Japanese.

He was not wearing a yellow cotton coat, but a mink coat. The bullet passed through his heart. A bullet hole appeared on the upper left side of the mink coat, and the mink fur inside was stained blood red.

The gold-rimmed glasses were lucky to avoid this crisis, and they straddled the bridge of his nose intact, and would fall to the ground with the slightest touch.

This is a young Japanese man, who seems to be about the same age as Han Feng, and has a similar build. He doesn't wear the disgusting hygienic mustache like other Japanese soldiers.

Being able to dress up like this seems to be superior to the people around him.

When Han Feng bent over to take off his glasses from the bridge of his nose, he was also taken aback. This guy actually looked somewhat similar to himself.

Grandma, this naughty little devil, he didn't forget to insult himself even after he died.

Han Feng scolded Lie Lie in his heart, and couldn't help kicking the devil again. There was a strange feeling from the tip of his toe, as if he had kicked something in the devil's arms.

Han Feng squatted down, touched the devil's chest for a while, and after a while, he took out a brown paper envelope.

This is quite interesting, the kraft paper envelope was placed on the right chest of the young Japanese man, and he fell down on his left side, so he was not shot by a bullet, nor was he soaked in blood, but remained intact.

Han Feng tried to open the envelope. When the paper was spread out, there was a line of Japanese written on the top:

On July 15, Showa [-], the Manchukuo travel certificate was kept.

It seems to be a certificate for this little devil to travel to Manchuria.

This guy did rush over with the group of people just now, but he didn't hold any weapon in his hand, so he was killed by an unreasonable disaster.

Is it possible that he is really a little devil who comes to travel with the heart of admiring China's great rivers and mountains?

It would be a bit unfair to die.

This cowhide envelope is not small. Besides this certificate, there are two other things.

One seems to be the health certificate of this little devil, signed: Issued by the Ministry of Health of the Army in the temple.

From these two things, Han Feng learned that this dead young devil wearing glasses who looked somewhat similar to himself was named Konoe Jiro. He was 25 years old this year and seemed to have only come to Manchuria a year ago. District.

The last item seemed to be a letter. After Han Feng opened it and read it through, he roughly understood that it was the father of the dead Konoe Jiro, and it was written to the military adviser of the Military and Political Department of Jilin Province in Manchukuo and the 12st Division of the 381th Division of the Kwantung Army. A letter from brigade commander Fushiki Naokawa.

The content of the letter was nothing more than a father who was not at ease with his son who traveled across the ocean to Manchuria, so he asked his old friend to take care of him.

It's a pity that the old father probably didn't know that his son had died here.

Han Feng didn't have any sympathy for the dead guy, even though he might really be a traveler who didn't have any Chinese blood on his hands.

But Lao Tzu's land is being invaded by you, you dare to come here to visit and watch, if you don't kill who will you kill?He deserves to die.