On the way back to the south gate, Han Feng noticed a corpse that was different from the one around him.

He was not wearing a yellow cotton coat, but a mink coat with bullets passing through his heart, a bullet hole appeared in the upper left of the mink coat, and the mink fur inside was soaked in blood and turned blood-red.

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

This is a young man who seems to be about the same age as Han Feng and has a similar figure, and he doesn't have a disgusting sanitary beard like other Yuben soldiers.

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

When Han Feng bent down and took his glasses off the bridge of his nose, he was also shocked, this guy actually looked a little similar to himself.

Grandma's, this dog-day little devil, don't forget to insult yourself when she dies.

Han Feng scolded Lie Lie in his heart, and couldn't help but kick this devil again, and there was a strange feeling on his toes, as if he had kicked something in this devil's arms.

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

It is interesting that the brown paper envelope was encased in the right chest of this young man, and he was lying on his left side, so that he was not shot by a bullet or soaked in blood, but was preserved intact.

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

On July 6, the 15th year of the Showa era, the Manchukuo Travel Certificate was deposited.

It seems to be a certificate that this little devil has traveled to Manchukuo.

This guy did rush over with the group of people, but he didn't have any weapons in his hands, and he was killed by an unwarranted disaster.

Could it be that he is really a little devil who travels with the heart of appreciating China's beautiful rivers and mountains?

That's a bit unjust.

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

One seems to be the health certificate of this little devil, and the payment is issued: issued by the Ministry of Health of the temple army.

From these two things, Han Feng learned that this dead young devil with glasses who seemed to be somewhat similar to himself, named Jiro Konoe, was 25 years old this year, and it seemed that he had only come to this Manchurian region a year ago.

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

The content of the letter is nothing, it is nothing more than a father who is not very comfortable with his son who has traveled across the sea to Manchukuo, so he tells 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 had no sympathy for the dead guy, even though he was probably a traveler who had not had any Chinese blood on his hands.

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

Han Feng thought about it, and was prepared, he folded the letter and the certificate again, put them in a cowhide envelope, and even the pair of gold-rimmed glasses were placed in his package.

Han Feng put on his glasses just now and tried it, this guy is really a big myopia, the power of his two eyes should have exceeded 600 degrees, which belongs to that kind of high myopia, Han Feng felt dizzy after putting on his glasses for a moment, and quickly took off his glasses again.

"Shi No. 2."

"Here, Commander, your name is me."

Shi Xiaoquan, a new member of the commando, appeared in front of Han Feng for the first time, this tone and tone, don't say it, it is really a bit similar to the guy Shi Wencai, the commander of the first battalion.

Han Feng said: "You tear off this devil's mink and keep it, wash it and send it to me." ”

Shi Xiaoquan responded: "Yes." ”

After Shi No. 2 left, Han Feng said to himself: "Konoe, this surname seems to be a branch of the surname "Fujiwara", the surname Fujiwara is divided into four families, the South Family, the North Family, the Shiki Family, and the Jing Family, called the "Fujiwara Four Family", which are all aristocratic surnames, among which the Fujiwara North Family is divided into the "Five Families of the Five Families" such as Konoe, Kujo, Takaji, Ichijo, and Nijo, as well as many other small families. ”

In this way, this Konoe Jiro is also a nobleman, although it belongs to the branch of the branch, and it is somewhat declining, but it is not a nobleman.

It's a pity that Jiro is not the eldest son, and according to the rules of the island country, there is no second son to inherit the family business.

However, judging from the letter that his father wrote to him, this Konoe Jiro is still very favored by his father.

Thinking about this, under the efficient actions of all the fighters of the Far Eastern Regiment.

At the south gate, under the turret, the food and supplies in the Tun tribe were gathered together by the soldiers.

The devils of the pioneer group and the Japanese puppet soldiers guarding this tribe were also escorted over.

The fighters will be the "Eighth Route Army...... Anti-...... Kill the devil...... After the slogan of grain distribution was propagated.

began to appear one after another, and the people in the tun appeared.

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

Most were wrapped in a torn quilt, while others wore some light ragged 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 people in a family lived on this bed of broken quilts all winter.

The only family member sent to the south gate to receive food was able to wrap the torn quilt as a cotton coat because it was freezing outside the house.

Many of them were still stepping on the snow barefoot, and the coldness could be imagined even if they didn't feel it, and their footsteps had been frozen to the point that they couldn't look like they'd look at.

This is what you might even think, being destroyed like this and still being strong and alive, the tenacity of life is also shocking.

Han Feng was a little angry and shouted, "Monk."

"Here."

Han Feng pointed to the Japanese puppet army and said: "Pick up all the clothes and shoes of these dogs for Lao Tzu and put them on our fellow villagers." ”

"Yes."

The monk greeted, and the brothers of the third battalion began to move, but whenever they encountered a rebellious devil, they didn't say a word, they went up and knocked them to the ground with an old fist, and then took off only a crotch cloth, shivering in the cold wind.

The clothes plucked from the devil's puppet army were thrown to the group of people who were looking at them in astonishment.

These people were also very cold, regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, they took the clothes and put them on their bodies, and then looked at Han Feng and his party gratefully, and their hearts were full of relief.

Han Feng turned his head and said in a low voice: "Old Sun Lao Dong, are we soldiers enough for seven days of rations?" ”

"Captain, that's enough."

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

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