Po and Frount didn't wait long before they heard hurried footsteps. Listening to a voice is not just one person, at least three or four people.

"Come out, we'll go to the river now." Jin Canrong said outside.

Xiaobao got out of the straw pile first, and then pulled Fronte out with his hands.

There were four people standing opposite Xiaobao, including Jin Canrong. One of them was about the same age as Xiaobao, and they were all dressed in Korean national costumes.

The men also looked Xiaobao and Froon up and down.

Xiaobao noticed that the three people except Jin Canrong had a bulge on their waists, and they should all be carrying guys.

"One of these two is a brother sent by the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army to pick up people. One is the person we're sending away today. Let's go now. Jin Canrong introduced.

The eldest of the three turned with a wave of his hand and walked towards a willow forest to the north. Everyone else followed.

"After the willow forest, there is a small river, and you can go directly to the Tumen River by boating along the river." Jin Canrong explained to Xiaobao.

"It's only about ten miles from here to the Tumen River. You'll be on the other side soon. Jin Canrong said.

"If you have the opportunity to go to Harbin in the future, you must find me, and I ask you to drink and apologize." Xiaobao said to Jin Canrong with a smile.

"Harbin? I'm going to go someday. Jin Canrong said with a smile.

It is said to be a willow forest, but it is actually only a few dozen meters wide. Several people quickly crossed over to the river.

Three North Koreans ripped through a pile of grass by the river, revealing an upside-down boat. The three men turned the boat over and dragged it towards the river. The eldest North Korean threw a paddle from the grass onto the boat and said a few words to the youngest North Korean. The half-grown kid nodded and jumped onto the boat.

"You also get on the boat, and we'll push the boat to the depths of the water." Jin Canrong said to Xiaobao and Front.

Freunte also felt that he was about to get out of danger, and his two long legs stepped into the shallow water and kicked high onto the side of the ship, almost overturning the ship. Frightened, the Korean kid as big as Xiaobao grabbed the boat with both hands and helped the boat for a long time before the boat stabilized.

Po inserts the rifle into the barrel and throws it onto the boat. He squatted slightly on his legs, and a tiger pounced on the boat.

Three North Koreans, including Kim Chan-young, stood in the water with their trouser legs rolled up and pushed the boat off the shore.

The last thing Xiaobao remembered was the smiling face that Jin Canrong looked at him.

The North Korean boy picked up the oars and paddled in the water, and with the thrust of the river, the boat went downstream.

Fronte didn't think the boat was moving fast enough, so he sat on the bow of the boat and put his arms into the water and rowed the water. The speed of the boat suddenly increased.

Xiaobao is completely relaxed now, if the Soviet soldiers appear now, don't say that a machine gun is a rifle, all the people on the ship have become targets, and the only way to go is to wait for death.

Fortunately, it is not yet dawn, and I hope that the boat will have entered the Tumen River by daybreak. In that case, Soviet servicemen generally did not shoot at will. If shots are fired, the bullets are directed towards the opposite shore.

Frontt lay on the bow of the boat, paddling with both hands. He was about to escape, and he didn't want to die at the gates of heaven.

Still a general, so afraid of death. Xiaobao was very disdainful of Front.

The North Korean boy behind him had a calm expression on his face, but he also rowed quickly in his hands.

Several gunshots suddenly rang out from behind, and all three people on the boat turned their heads to look a few hundred meters behind.

Finally came, Xiaobao suddenly had such a thought in his head. It was too quiet along the way. At the end of the day, you have to beat the gong or something.

The sound of a sudden-pounding light machine gun and the sound of a pistol mingled. It should be Jin Canrong, they and the Soviet army are on fire.

Fronte shouted in Russian and leaned on the bow of the ship again. His arms spun like propellers, and the stirred water flew onto the boat.

The North Korean boy also came to his senses and paddled desperately. The boat was fast ahead against the water.

Xiaobao held the rifle and said nothing. This time it was too smooth to come out on a mission. It's not even a thrill. But it was right to kill the three Japanese of Lieutenant Yamaki. Jin Canrong They should only have one boat, and it is impossible to carry six people at the same time. Fronte must go first, and Xiaobao must not be able to take the first boat. In this case, Xiaobao will die here today, and Lieutenant Yamaki will take Froon on the boat Momono and die.

After more than half an hour, the boat reached the mouth of the river. The surface of the water instantly became open. The river flows into the Tumen River, which rolls forward like a silent dragon from north to south.

The speed of the boat entering the Tumen River suddenly accelerated, and the desperate paddle of the North Korean boy could only make the boat rush diagonally downward, slowly approaching the west bank of the Tumen River.

Someone on both sides of the river should have seen the boat with binoculars. But they all remained silent at the same time, allowing the boat to row to the west shore.

When the boat docked, there were already more than a dozen Kwantung Army soldiers with rifles pointed at the three people on board. Their eyes were more focused on Front.

Xiaobao stood up lazily and jumped off the boat first, followed by the North Korean boy. Front, on the other hand, hesitated at this time, and it took a long time to step out of the boat with difficulty.

Xiaobao took out his ID from the pocket of his underwear and handed it to a second lieutenant behind a dozen Kwantung Army soldiers.

This was probably not the first time the lieutenant had encountered this situation, and instead of looking at his papers, he put it in his pocket. Then he ordered his soldiers to search their bodies. Fortunately, he just took off the pistol and grenade and bullet belt on Xiaobao's body. Xiaobao still kept the sheepskin tube and half a bag of fried soybeans in his arms.

As soon as the second lieutenant waved his hand, the soldiers escorted three men and headed west.

Xiaobao is neither angry nor anxious. He walked unhurriedly behind the soldiers who led the way. Until the three of them were escorted into a small house just a few hundred meters away from the riverbank.

When the door was closed, the little BMW untied the parchment and slept on the floor. He is now only waiting for someone from the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army to come and pick him up.

After four or five hours, the door opened, and two officers entered. The officer at the front was in his thirties, looking at the rank of a captain. He still has Xiaobao's ID in his hand.

Seeing someone enter, Fronte hurriedly stood up. The North Korean boy also stood up and gave a military salute to the officer. The officer nodded at him and turned to look at the sleepy-eyed little treasure who had just gotten up from the ground.

"I'm Tetsujiro Nishikawa of the Hunchun Branch of the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army. We've confirmed your identity to Headquarters via telegram. But aren't you four? Why did you come back alone? Tetsujiro Nishikawa asked.

Another officer translated Nishikawa's words into Chinese. Obviously, they already knew that Xiaobao didn't understand Japanese, so they brought a translator.

"Dead, Lieutenant Yamaki and two others have given their lives for the country." Xiaobao said calmly.