It is getting dusk, except that the sky is darker, and 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 White Horse Mountain.

After running all the way, several times they jumped out of the enemy's encirclement, and the warriors were also tired, so they rested on the spot, except that they could not make a fire, and the soldiers took out the rations they brought to satisfy their hunger.

There are also many villages under the mountain, but there are no footprints of the Eighth Route Army in this area, Han Feng and Li Yunlong believe that if they rashly bring a large army into the village, they will definitely disturb the people, which is not what the Eighth Route Army should do.

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

Where is Li Yunlong, who is the master who can be idle, he hurriedly has to keep up.

Han Feng didn't have a point, "Monk." ”

"Here."

"You serve as a guard for the old regiment leader, let's go to the village to see the situation first."

"Yes."

"Lao Xu, Political Commissar Zhao, the team will be handed over to you first, the scouts can try to go to the village first, remember, we must not have any conflicts with the local people, unless necessary, our team will not settle in the village."

"Don't worry!"

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

The village is not far from this White Horse Mountain, you can see the outline of the whole village from a distance, it is not big, that is, the place where the palm is big, of course, it is also because of the problem of perspective, after walking a few kilometers, the dilapidated village will come into view.

Under the dusk, the twilight is heavy, the ancient village has an ancient charm, and I haven't seen a villager at the head of the village for the time being, which is quite quiet.

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

This should be the best fortune in this village.

In the evening, it should be smoke curling.

Han Feng has always believed that the criterion for judging whether the people in a village live happily and richly in such troubled times is whether they can see the smoke that should highlight the tranquility and serenity of the village at a fixed time.

However, no, it seems that there is, that is, the few puffs of cooking smoke, which last for a short time, stand at the head of the village and look at it, if you don't look carefully, you can't notice it at all.

As for the reason for the lack of cooking smoke, Li Yunlong and Han Feng knew it well, and they were not surprised, such a village in the marginal area was originally self-sufficient, but if it suffered from natural and man-made disasters again, bandits and devils would make the already difficult life even worse.

In a huge courtyard, how can it be able to afford to smoke when digging up and down the ground for three feet up and down and not finding a single grain? Maybe you can't even find a matchstick.

But even if this is really the case, Han Feng and Li Yunlong are also powerless, and the team rushed out of the encirclement of the Japanese army and worked all the way.

It is simply impossible to distribute grain to the poor people as it did in the Yuenan base area.

Han Feng and the four of them continued to walk, coming to this village just to find out the situation in the village.

But the local villagers seem to be very wary of uninvited guests.

The cobblestone streets, which should have been clean and clean, were covered with muddy mud, which should have been affected by the previous heavy rains.

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

Han Feng tried to knock on the wooden door of a villager, the material of the wooden door was not very clear, maybe it was made of willow wood, after all, he didn't see the eyes of insects, but it was also very dilapidated, and a sticker that was already mutilated and couldn't see any words could be seen on it.

It should have been posted during the Chinese New Year in the past, but in the era of war, no one thought about the New Year anymore.

Knock Knock Knock –

The crisp knock broke the dead silence around them, and there were probably not many people who could knock on the door in such an elegant way these days.

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

The cloudy gaze looked at Han Feng and the four of them, he was vegetable, skinny, with extremely high cheekbones, wearing a thin shirt, not even patches, and the damaged places simply exposed the dark skin inside.

"Who are you looking for?"

Han Feng is accustomed 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 it very really, he can understand some meanings.

Han Feng said: "Uncle, we are from out of town, let's take a look after this place, may I ask what kind of place is this?" ”

"I don't know."

Bang......, the wooden door was shut, and the old man clearly saw that the hands of Han Feng and the four of them were empty.

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

Han Feng: ......

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

The villagers of Nanzhuang don't seem to be friendly to outsiders, but they can't go home, right? The warriors had been running around for so long, at least they had to find a place to rest.

Han Feng said: "Old regiment leader, the villagers in this village seem to be extra wary of us outsiders, and there is no way to go on like this, the sky is about to get dark, let's divide the troops into four ways, go and ask more people, see if there is any spare space in this village, so that our team can rest for one night!" ”

Li Yunlong said: "Okay." ”

As he spoke, he chose a place to leave.

Han Feng naturally didn't need to worry about Li Yunlong's safety, there was obviously no trace of war in this village, and there was no war, as long as there were no devils, it was relatively safe.

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

The four of them quickly divided into four routes, one was to find out more information about the village, and the other was to see if there was anything to accommodate in the village, and there was no place occupied by the villagers.

Han Feng chose the eastbound road, walking along the cobblestoned, but muddy path, he tried to knock on the wooden doors of several villagers, some only replied two sentences through the house, and then there was no sound, and some simply went unanswered.

His investigation along the way was fruitless.

Not to mention Li Yunlong's all the way, the first few old Li could still patiently knock on the door, then slammed the door with his fists, kicked the door with his feet, and finally simply yelled, "Damn, is there anyone who can breathe?" ”

As expected, the villagers were more cautious and wary of the rude guys, and simply slammed the door and did not respond......