The curtain was dark, the noise of the day gradually fell silent, the whole world was quiet, and the remnant sun dragged a long shadow behind him.

When Han Feng arrived outside the southern gate of Liaoyang, it was already dusk, and it was completely dark in less than half an hour.

There were soldiers guarding the city outside the city gate as usual, the number was about one and a half, and Han Feng just glanced at it and knew that they were all soldiers from the puppet Manchukuo.

Although their military uniforms try their best to imitate the style of the Japanese army's Showa Five-style military uniform, and even in the eyes of ordinary people who don't know it, it seems that it is enough to reach the point of being fake, but a knock-off is a copycat, and there are still many differences between the military uniform of the puppet army and the military uniform of the Japanese army.

The most obvious thing is that the small and short brim of the puppet army in front of them is a yellow, red, blue, white and black five-colored star, but the cockade of the little devils is a pure gold or yellow five-pointed star.

Why is it different? If you want to imitate it, you can simply make it exactly the same.

But people say that they feel ashamed, such a group of spineless cowards who have no national shame and can betray the enemy and defect to the country, in the eyes of others, are just a dog raised by others who can wag their tails and beg for mercy.

To be a lackey, you should have the consciousness of a lackey, how can a dog wear the same clothes as its owner?

It's really sad to say, I don't want my dog to wear the same clothes as myself, so I gave an order, you can try your best to imitate, but you must leave a different sign that we prescribe, this is a naked insult, so the military uniform shows the color of the servant, you pseudo-army soldier stood in front of the Japanese soldiers, like a nodding servant.

But the soldiers of the puppet Manchuria did not think so, and even pretended to be a tiger, complacent, and acted in a hurry, which made people laugh and be generous.

Thinking of this, a disdainful smile crossed the corner of Han Feng's mouth, shook his head, and strode in the direction of the city gate.

As usual, he was stopped by the puppet soldiers defending the city, who shouted, "Stop. ”

Han Feng still walked calmly, without a trace of cowardice, the puppet soldier who opened his mouth to drink the order was stunned for a moment, perhaps because he felt that Han Feng's bearing was extraordinary, and guessed that Han Feng's identity might be extraordinary, and the tone of the original drink suddenly softened a little:

"Sir, it's so late, what are you going to do in the city?"

Han Feng stopped, took out the travel certificate from his pocket, and then said in Japanese with a thick Tokyo accent, "Travel here, it's getting late, and I'm going to go to the city for the night." ”

There are travel certificates full of Japanese markings, plus Han Feng's pure Japanese, although Han Feng is not sure if these guys can understand it.

The puppet soldiers were startled, and they didn't dare to ask Han Feng for any documents that could prove their identity, so they hurriedly lowered their heads and said, "Please come in, please come in." ”

Han Feng nodded, calmly put away the documents, and then said "thank you", and strode into the city gate with the respectful looks of the puppet soldiers.

Time-tested.

Along the way, whenever he met soldiers guarding the city and searched the checkpoints, Han Feng passed the customs in this way.

I have to say that this is really good for my identity as Konoe Jiro.

Entering the city, you can really feel the relative prosperity of a central city like Liaoyang, even in the dusk, blue bricks and iron tiles, alleys and long walls, before walking a hundred and ten steps, the surrounding situation will become more and more lively, the market is still full of people, the peddlers are pawns, the people who lead the car to sell pulp are endless, and all kinds of shops can be seen everywhere, and the fragrance of the face wafts from afar.

Compared with the enemy-occupied areas or root areas in North China that Han Feng had seen, the situation here was much more prosperous.

And Han Feng rushed to Liaoyang from Liaozhong this time, that is, from preparing to take his own train from here, as for where the train here can reach, he has not been to the station and does not know for the time being.

Han Feng was not in a hurry, he finally came to this puppet Manchukuo, and he had the identity of Konoe Jiro, no matter how he said it, he should also integrate into the lives of the ordinary people in this city, and see what kind of environment the people of this puppet Manchukuo live in.

Then naturally there is no need to stay in a hotel, it is better to find an ordinary person to spend the night.

First, you can get to know the landlord's family and understand the living conditions of the people in Liaoyang, Manchuria.

Second, it is ashamed to say that Han Feng is shy in his pocket, he brought some fiat currency over, but there is no fiat currency in circulation here, and it is easy to expose his identity if he rushes to exchange it, not to mention, the banks here may not be willing to exchange fiat currency.

Fortunately, there are still a few silver dollars, which are circulated throughout the country and are also used here.

All the way through the alley, the surrounding noise finally stopped, Han Feng finally chose a family, the courtyard is not big, of course it is not small, there is a gate more than two meters wide, the outside of the gate is a stone steps, judging from the decoration of this gate, it is a relatively good family.

On the high walls of one and a half people on both sides are symmetrically written five large characters with the same content:

East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere.

For Han Feng, these five words were particularly eye-catching, he settled down, stood outside the wooden door, lifted the knocker at the deadbolt, and slammed it on the wooden door to knock on the door, and the crisp sound echoed around the quiet.

A moment later, a crack opened in the wooden door, and a woman poked her head out of it, "Who are you looking for?" ”

Han Feng said in Chinese: "I'm here to travel to Liaoyang, it's too late, I want to spend the night at your house, I don't know if it's inconvenient?" Don't worry, I'll give you the money. ”

The woman said, "Since it is lodging, and you have the money, you can go to a hotel, and there is a hotel not far from our house." ”

Han Feng said with a smile: "I like to be lively, and it's really boring to live in a hotel, so I came to disturb and bother to be accommodating." ”

The woman seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then relentlessly, and was about to close the door, while saying, "Then please go to another house, my house is not very convenient." ”

Han Feng stretched out his hand to close the door, and a trace of gloom flashed on the woman's face.

"My name is Konoe Jiro, you can just call me Kojiro." Han Feng said lightly.

The woman was stunned, panic clearly flashed in her eyes, and even the power to confront Han Feng with the wooden door in her hand immediately disappeared without a trace, "You...... Are you yourself? ”

Han Feng was noncommittal, but said in Japanese, "Get rid of it."

The woman laughed dryly, quickly opened the door, and said, "Since Mr. Kojiro wants to spend the night, please come in!" ”

The attitude before and after is like two people.

"Thank you!"

Han Feng raised his feet and crossed the threshold, "My identity will bring a lot of inconvenience, if you can, please keep it a secret on your behalf, you can treat me as a Manchurian." ”

The woman answered, re-inserted the door, and led Han Feng towards the courtyard.