Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Han Feng thought for a while, and he was prepared. He refolded the letter and certificate, and put them away in the leather envelope. He even put the pair of gold-rimmed glasses in his package.

Just now, Han Feng put on glasses and tried it. This guy is really nearsighted. The diopter of both eyes should have exceeded 600 degrees. It belongs to that kind of high myopia. He quickly took off his glasses again.

"Shi No. [-]."

"Here, Captain, you call me."

Shi Xiaoquan, a new member of the commando team, appeared in front of Han Feng immediately. Don't tell me, his tone of voice was a bit similar to that of the First Battalion Commander Shi Cai.

Han Feng said: "Tear off the devil's mink fur and keep it well. After washing it, send it to me."

Shi Xiaoquan replied: "Yes."

After Shi No. [-] left, Han Feng said to himself: "Jinwei, this surname seems to be a branch of the surname "Fujiwara". They are called the "Four Families of Fujiwara", which are all noble surnames, and the Kita family of Fujiwara is divided into the "Five Photographers" such as Konoe, Kujo, Takaji, Ichijo, and Nijo, and many other small families."

Calculated in this way, this Konoe Jiro is also a nobleman. Although he belongs to a branch of the branch, he is somewhat declining, but he is not a nobleman anyway.

It's a pity that it's Jiro, not the eldest son. According to the rules of the island country, the second son has no share in inheriting the family business.

However, judging from the letter his father wrote to him, Konoe Jiro is still very much loved by his father.

Just thinking about this, under the efficient action of all the soldiers of the Far East Regiment.

At the south gate, under the gun tower, the food and supplies in the village were gathered by the soldiers.

The devils from the Pioneering Group and the soldiers of the Japanese and puppet troops guarding the tribe were also escorted over.

After the soldiers publicized the slogan of "The Eighth Route Army Anti-Union Kill Devils and Divide Food".

People from Bingtunli began to appear one after another.

Most of them are women and old people, but there are also some middle-aged people and young people, but the proportion is relatively small. There are basically no children, and they seem to be left in thatched huts.

Most of them were wrapped in a ragged quilt, while others wore some ragged thin shirts.

When Han Feng and Xu Zilin saw this scene, they could already guess the reason. The people living here were so poor that a few members of their family lived on this quilt for the whole winter.

The only family member who was sent to the south gate to collect food, because it was freezing outside the house, was able to wrap up a torn quilt and use it as a cotton coat.

Many of them were still stepping on the snow with bare feet, and the coldness could be imagined even if they didn’t feel it. Their foot tissue had been frozen badly, and the frozen rotten flesh looked shocking.

This is what you would even think, being so devastated and still able to live strong, the tenacity of life is shocking.

Han Feng got a little angry and shouted: "Monk".

"arrive."

Han Feng pointed to the Japanese and puppet soldiers and said, "Take off all these shitty clothes and shoes for me, and put them on for our folks."

"Yes."

The monk greeted, and the brothers of the third battalion started to fight. Whenever a devil encountered resistance, he would punch him to the ground and knock him down, leaving him with only a loincloth. trembling.

The clothes pulled from the ghosts and puppet soldiers were thrown to the group of people who were watching in amazement.

These folks were also very cold, regardless of March 21, [-], they took the clothes and put them on, and then looked at Han Feng and his party gratefully, feeling relieved.

Han Feng turned his head and said in a low voice, "Old Sun Dong, have you left enough for our soldiers' seven-day rations?"

"Captain, that's enough."

Han Feng said loudly: "Okay, put the food and supplies!"

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When distributing food, the suffering people who rushed over with rag bags or bamboo baskets in a hurry were frightened enough.

Han Feng spoke softly and comforted him for a while, saying, "Everyone, don't be afraid, we are a team of the Eighth Route Army Anti-Union, dedicated to killing devils", and "Everyone, hurry up and divide the food, and eat two meals too." full meal", what

Finally, some daring people began to accept the distributed food.

But at this moment, who would have thought that the devils in yellow clothes, who had been guarded by the soldiers of the Far East Regiment, would stare viciously at the people who came forward to collect food, grinning, as if they were choosing someone to eat of beasts.

This frightened a few ordinary people who had just mustered up the courage to go forward to collect the food. Probably because they were used to being beaten, scolded and exploited by these little devils on weekdays, they were so frightened that they even dropped the basket straps they were carrying. one place.

Seeing that the intimidation succeeded, those little devils who showed their fierce looks actually cast the contempt of the common people with their arrogant attitude.

Han Feng suddenly became furious. Before, he had talked to everyone in a gentle and reasonable manner, and comforted everyone. In the eyes of the common people, the young leader of the Anti-Japanese Alliance rushed to the devils who were threatening the common people, and raised his fist. Grab one of them and hit.

In front of all the common people, he just slapped him three or two times. The devil fell to the ground and never got up again. He seemed to have died.

The other devils seemed to want to resist. Han Feng pulled out the bayonet at his waist at some point, and after a few deliveries, white knives went in and red knives came out.

Several exploiters, oppressors, and executioners who had always been feared by the common people died in front of everyone.

When Han Feng, who was splashed all over with blood, raised his head and looked around, not to mention the common people, even the other devils and puppet soldiers nearby were startled and staggered away from him a few steps.

The little devil is ruthless, and he has never seen one as ruthless as Han Feng.

Han Feng turned his head, grabbed a handful of snow on the ground to wipe off the blood on his body, and cursed: "Damn it, it's the other way around, and it's fine if you bully the folks when I'm not around. , Now that I am standing here, in front of our Chinese soldiers, you little devils still dare to bully our people? This is not because the old man hanged himself and thinks his life is too long. I will kill one when I see one, and kill another when I see a pair."

The sound of cursing echoed on the suddenly quiet snow.

When he looked at the people again, Han Feng was still a murderous devil in the eyes of everyone, but now his son smiled brightly, like a gentle junior.

"Everyone, don't be afraid, come and get the food. The rice and flour are good things. It's cold and snowy, and you need to bring clothes. I guess everyone doesn't have any clothes for the winter! Don't worry, who are these little devils?" If you dare to attack you again, I will immediately chop him alive."

The people froze for a moment, firstly because they were in awe of Han Feng from the bottom of their hearts, but after thinking about it, they were moved a little bit to the point of crying.

In the past few years, there has never been a team like this that cared about everyone's life and death!

The Japanese and puppet soldiers who were being watched were honest, and they all lowered their heads, fearing that there would be a little more fierce light in their eyes, so that Han Feng would grab their braids and come over and stab them to death.

Han Feng spoke again to comfort the people and encouraged them to muster up the courage to receive the food.

An old man shouted, "This is the anti-Japanese team, our own team, everyone, don't be afraid, you may die if you receive the food, but you will definitely starve to death if you don't receive the food. Since they are all dead, we might as well be full." Damn ghost, have a good meal before talking."

The old man seemed to have great prestige among the crowd, his words were more effective than Han Feng's consolation, and people began to come up to receive food one after another.

Han Feng asked with a smile: "Old man, I don't know what this place is, a village? Or a village?"

Seeing Han Feng's gaze, the old man shivered and quickly lowered his head.

Han Feng smiled wryly: "Old man, I'm not a tiger, and I won't eat you. Besides, you said it yourself just now. The Anti-Japanese League is our own team. How can you be afraid of your own team?"

The old man raised his eyes slightly, and said, "The way you killed someone just now is too scary."

"All I kill are beasts."