Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

The place where Han Feng entered from Liaoyang was in the eastern part of Liaozhong. If he wanted to reach the garrison of the Far Eastern Regiment, he happened to pass through the tribes in the eastern part of Liaozhong.

Before leaving the Far East Regiment, Han Feng asked Xu Zilin such a question, if he couldn't return within half a month, what would the Far East Regiment do?

Wars must be fought here, unlike outside the customs, where there is no mass base, the Far East Regiment basically has only one way to replenish supplies.

Xu Zilin put forward her own judgment at that time, that is, to sneak attack on the Bingtun tribe in the eastern part of Liaodong.

This idea is naturally good, even if Han Feng personally directs, he will make the same choice.

So this time when he returned, Han Feng expected that he would still have to set off with the Far Eastern Army to capture the tribes in the eastern part of Liaozhong.

That being the case, why don't I sneak into the tribes in the eastern part of Liaozhong in advance, and investigate the situation first, so that I can cooperate with the Far Eastern regiment.

Just do it.

In the morning, Han Feng appeared in the tribes in the eastern part of Liaozhong.

Because of the advance greeting from the Liaozhong Military Department, Sato Rokuro, the chief of the tribe in the eastern part of Liaozhong, warmly received Han Feng.

Han Feng's identity, Rokuro Sato, has already been learned from the Liaozhong Military Department. He is not only a Japanese, but also a son of a big family in China, a famous college student, and his uncle is Naokawa Fushiki, a military adviser to the Xinjing Military and Political Department.

Sato Rokuro didn't dare to neglect, even when Han Feng appeared in front of him, he was just a young boy.

"Mr. Jinwei, welcome to our Eastern Liaodong Tribe as a guest. Please allow me to treat you well when you come here!"

Sato Rokuro led the tribal officers to welcome Han Feng into the tribe.

This tribe is obviously much larger than the Tanghe tribe that Han Feng had seen, and it is unknown how many households the Japanese and puppet troops forcibly immigrated. The cross-firing point relies on the foot of the gun tower, and there are fortifications built, which are even equipped with heavy weapons such as heavy machine guns.

This kind of tribal defensive power is simply not something that the current Anti-League can shake.

Han Feng said gratefully in Japanese: "Thank you, senior, but I'm just here for sightseeing, and I came here out of curiosity, so I came to take a look. Senior, you don't need to bother to entertain me, just ask you to find me a place to live."

"That's no problem."

"Senior, I still want to know about the situation of the Manchurians in this tribe. Please arrange my residence among them!"

"it is good."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, in fact, the reason Sato Rokuro greeted Han Feng was because of Fushiki Naokawa's face. There was no need to be overly enthusiastic. Of course it couldn't be better.

Everything was done according to Han Feng's request.

Before noon, Han Feng had already become the most comfortable idler of the tribe in the eastern part of Liao.

He wandered around in the tribe, and Sato Rokuro specially prepared a tribe free pass for him, and he could visit every corner of the tribe in the entire eastern part of Liaozhong.

Han Feng saw that the high brick walls, similar to the structure of Tanghe, formed a large circle, and managed the gathered people as livestock like raising cattle and sheep.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the temperature is frighteningly low.

Han Feng was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and trousers, with his face covered, except for his mouth and nose. Just like that, he was still freezing after walking against the cold wind for more than ten minutes in the open air. I have to tremble a little.

It is covered with snow everywhere, and there seem to be several large factory buildings not far away, which were specially built by the tribe. When people can freeze to death in winter, the people of Manchuria continue to work here, providing various supplies for the Manchurian army and the Japanese army. A logistical material.

It sounds very humane, but it's another matter when you actually go in and take a look.

Don't think the factory building is airtight. Even if you hide in it to work, the cold wind will still blow straight. In such an environment, if you can wear thicker cotton clothes and trousers like Han Feng's, it will be passable.

But the actual situation is absolutely not the case. These workers are even dressed in rags. Feet, hands, ears, and faces are everywhere. The quilt was wrapped in, and when the quilt accidentally slipped off, it immediately revealed a large piece of whiteness inside, and quickly pulled it back on, not because of shame, but because just this moment can make people unbearable from the cold.

"What are you doing?"

Han Feng found a corner and sat down. The guys next to him who smelled smoky even in this cold winter, didn't know if they hadn't bathed since they were born, so they completely ignored him. Do it yourself.

As for Han Feng's questioning, no one responded either.

Han Feng wore the clothes of ordinary Manchurians, not the yellow padded clothes like the Japanese and puppet soldiers in this tribe. Just from the clothes, it was impossible to distinguish his identity at all.

"I didn't see anyone supervising it. What are you all doing so desperately, old man, why don't you sit down and rest?" Han Feng asked again, but still no one responded.

The old man kept stirring in the wooden barrel, and his body was tired and sweaty in this winter, but his whole body was warm.

Seeing that no one responded to him, Han Feng took out two compressed biscuits from his body and threw them at the old man, "Let's talk a few words, and these two biscuits will be yours."

In an instant, the people who were working around seemed to come to life, and their eyes were fixed on the two biscuits that fell to the ground.

Han Feng originally thought that the dull old man picked up the biscuits at an alarming speed, stuffed them into his crotch, then continued to stir his wooden barrel, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't look at me, my grandson hasn't eaten for two days Something happened."

The people around sighed and continued to work with their heads down.

"Little brother, you give me something to eat. Tell me what you want to talk about!" The old man still lowered his head. If it wasn't for Han Feng looking for the sound, he wouldn't even be able to figure out who was speaking.

Han Feng said: "Brother, I'm new here. According to what you said just now, the house has already stopped cooking?"

"Zaomu has eaten."

"Aren't you working for the Japanese? Don't they give you food?"

"No, I gave some miscellaneous grains a while ago, but since the beginning of winter, I haven't given any food. Fortunately, we went door-to-door and dug a lot of wild vegetables in the mountains before the snow fell. Up to now, this winter has been too long, wild vegetables can’t stand it, and there are thousands of families in our tribe, just this winter, I don’t know how many people will starve to death.”

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767 They Are All Exploiters

Although Han Feng had expected the terrible situation in this tribe, he couldn't help but feel angry when he heard what the old man said.

"Could it be that the government and Japanese troops don't care about so many people starving to death?"

A thin man next to him said, "Come on, they just collect the corpses for us, so that the corpses don't stink and pollute the environment of this tribe."

Another said, "There is nothing to eat. We adults are lucky to say that it is difficult for children to survive. Every winter, the corpses thrown outside the tribe always have the most children. Some died of starvation and freezing. .”

Han Feng frowned and said, "When was this tribe established? Where did you all come from? How was your life before? Did you all have land to grow?"

The old man said: "I was the first one among the big guys, but I can't remember clearly. Every day I don't know if I will be alive tomorrow. Whoever keeps track of the days, it must have been four or five years before this tribe was established. We all still have some land to grow in our own villages. If we can't do it, we will work harder and cultivate some land. Although the harvest is not high, we have been busy for a whole year, and we finally have something to do.

Later, the government said that the land was handed over, and it was said that it was money, tens of dollars per mu of land. After thinking about it, the big guys thought it was not too low. There is no way, maybe they will be beheaded, just like that, we handed over the land.

But then the government changed its mind. It was agreed that it would cost tens of dollars, and it would be good to get ten dollars per mu of land in the end. After that, it would be impossible to see even a penny.

Then they were forcibly relocated and settled, and this eastern tribe was built. Now, the land is gone, the home is gone, and I have become this lonely ghost, living here tormenting."

"Old Chen, I just bought you for two biscuits. Don't talk nonsense. If the people in the Red Department hear it, they will be beheaded."

Old man Chen trembled, his chapped lips parted, "What are you afraid of, anyway, I don't have a few years to live."

Han Feng wondered: "What is the red department?"