"Have you been out for so long and haven't noticed someone in ambush waiting to catch you?" Jin Canrong asked.

"You can't blame me. If you want to complain, you can complain about this damn year. If it's peaceful and prosperous, who would be worried about this. The number of tasks that I have performed so many times has gone most smoothly this time, and I feel uncomfortable in my heart. Xiaobao explained.

After Xiaobao finished speaking, he dragged Jin Canrong out of the leather cylinder, and then untied the rope on his body.

"You move your hands and feet first, and then we'll pick up people." Xiaobao said to Jin Canrong diligently.

"No wonder the Ministry of Intelligence sent a Manchurian like you, you are indeed much stronger than the dead ones." Jin Canrong said calmly.

"I wish they hadn't sent me." Xiaobao shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Although Xiaobao had been observing for so long and had not found anything abnormal, he still cautiously followed Jin Canrong and looked left and right.

The mountain wind blew the dead branches on the bushes, which made Xiaobao extremely nervous. The moment Jin Canrong pushed open the door of the cabin, Xiaobao's heart rose to his throat. It was as if he saw the gates of hell open.

There was also a nervous voice in the room, but he spoke in Russian.

It's a pity that Yamaki that guy died, he should also know Russian.

Jin Canrong said a few words in Russian, and the people inside quieted down.

Xiaobao followed Jin Canrong into the cabin. There was no light in the room, and he saw only a tall, thin man sitting on the floor.

"Dawalishi, Harasho." Xiaobao squeezed out a smile and said. These are the only two sentences in Russian that he can speak. It probably means comradeship and reconciliation. But these two words don't fit together.

Jin Canrong stepped forward and helped the man to his feet. Now Xiaobao can only see his face by raising his head.

I'm not going to be a fool. Xiaobao couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart.

The tall, lanky Russian stared at him with a dull gaze, his body swayed, and he kept muttering in his mouth.

"He's just nervous. And not only now, but for a year or two there have been rumors that Moscow is going to arrest him. Jin Canrong whispered to Xiaobao.

Xiaobao regretted it a little. He should have looked around in that Russian house and brought some wine. For Russians, wine solves everything. If the wine can't solve the problem, then only poison is left.

Xiaobao stepped forward and patted the man's waist, wanting him to relax. But his hand felt a vibration on the Russian.

"We're going to get out of here. If we can get fifty miles out tonight, then we will be safe. Xiaobao said to Jin Canrong.

Jin Canrong hurriedly said a few words to the Russian, saw the man nod, then turned around and walked out. The Russians followed closely behind Jin Canrong, and Xiaobao walked at the back with N.

The three of them walked up, and Xiaobao found out that the fastest person in it was the Russian. His step was as big as his and Jin Canrong's two steps, and he walked with great strength. That's a good thing. Xiaobao put his mind at ease.

Xiaobao took out a can of beef from his pocket and handed it to the Russian, he looked at it and said a few words in Russian in a very stern tone to refuse.

"He said he couldn't eat while marching." Jin Canrong explained.

Xiaobao didn't feel embarrassed, he was more relieved.

"Let's take the nearest route now, and cross the border as soon as possible." Jin Canrong said to Xiaobao.

Xiaobao nodded in agreement. He was now completely relieved of Jin Canrong. If you were going to play a trick, you should have flipped your hole cards a long time ago, and not played like this.

The three of them walked straight in the direction of due west.

At the time of the break, the Russians finally ate a canned beef.

"This is General Frount of the Far Eastern Front." Jin Canrong introduced to Xiaobao.

"He is the person specially sent by the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army to pick you up." Jin Canrong also introduced Xiaobao to Front.

Front's face was gloomy. He took this step today and could never look back. He looked at Jin Canrong like a judge in a courtroom: "I am not a Trotskyist. Fronte said pitifully.

Jin Canrong nodded understandingly.

"Near a contact point on the Tumen River for the Hunchun branch of the intelligence department of the Eastern Army, they are hiding a small boat. I'll ask them to send you two across the river. Jin Canrong said to Xiaobao.

Now Xiaobao can only say what Jin Canrong said, and Xiaobao listened to something. He is now black-eyed, and he can't even tell the difference between the south, the south, the west, and the north.

It's so smooth, Xiaobao is always worried about this.

One or two hundred years ago, Koreans moved in to the southeastern part of the Northeast, and gradually spread to a vast area that was then Chinese territory and is now owned by the Soviet Union. Both sides of the Tumen River are dotted with Korean villages. Now the Japanese are taking advantage of this to conduct intelligence activities in the Soviet Union. The solution of the Soviets was simple and straightforward, and that was to move all Koreans inward.

Now Jin Canrong is ready to take advantage of the last opportunity before the internal relocation to send Xiaobao and Frontt across the Tumen River.

Jin Canrong has been climbing mountains and mountains all year round, and Xiaobao has trained a pair of bearded legs since he was a child. After all, Fronte is old and used to sitting in a car, and he still loses when he walks a long way.

Jin Canrong and Xiaobao walked for a while and stopped to let Froon rest.

"How far are we to get there?" Xiaobao asked Jin Canrong.

"Come on, I'll be able to get to the contact point before dawn. It was a small fork in the river, and from there you could paddle to the Tumen River, and then you could cross the river to the other side. Jin Canrong replied.

"For the sake of safety, we also have to walk around the North Korean villages in front." Jin Canrong pointed to the west.

In order to get closer, Jin Canrong took Xiaobao and Froon out of the forest from time to time to walk in the rice fields in the dark night. It's much easier to walk here than in the forest.

Although the rice has been cut, you can still see the neat roots of the straw. North Koreans grow rice quite well.

"When the North Koreans are gone, the land here will be wasted. Russians don't grow rice. Jin Canrong said in a low voice.

"There is no difference between the common people and the animals, they are driven around." Xiaobao replied.

Jin Canrong glanced at Xiaobao, his eyes flashing. He looked ahead again, and in front of him was a field of thatched houses of more than two dozen families.

It is where North Koreans live. Xiaobao can see it just by the appearance of the thatched house.

"You guys hide here and wait for a while, and I'll go into the village to find someone. Then I'll take you to the boat. Jin Canrong pointed to several large straw piles on the edge of the village and said to Xiaobao and Front.

Po and Fronte had barely gotten into the straw pile when they heard several barking dogs in the village. It should be that Jin Canrong has already entered the village.

"The peasant is fertile ground for selfishness." Fronte muttered quietly in Russian.

Xiaobao couldn't understand what he was saying at all, he listened nervously to the movement outside. 11