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The Far Eastern Regiment was stationed in the deep forests of the eastern part of Liaozhong.

Han Feng's entry from Liaoyang was in the eastern part of Liaozhong, and if he wanted to reach the garrison of the Far East Regiment, he happened to pass through the tribes in the eastern part of Liaozhong.

Before leaving the Far East Mission, Han Feng once asked Xu Zilin this question, if he can't return in half a month, what should the Far East Mission do?

The war must be fought, and here, unlike outside the Guanguan, under the premise that there is no mass base, the material replenishment of the Far Eastern Regiment is basically only the only way to go by fighting.

Xu Zilin put forward her judgment at that time, that is, to sneak attack this Bingtun tribe in the eastern part of central Liao.

This idea is naturally good, even if Han Feng personally commands it, he will make the same choice.

Then this time back, Han Feng expected that he would still have to set off with the Far East Army to capture the tribes in central and eastern Liao.

In this case, why don't you mix into the eastern tribes of central Liaoning in advance, and explore the situation first, so that you can cooperate with the Far Eastern Regiment.

Just do what you say.

In the morning, Han Feng appeared in the eastern tribe of central Liao.

Because of the advance greeting from the Liaozhong Military Department, the tribal chief of the eastern Liaozhong tribe, Rokuro Sato, warmly entertained Han Feng.

Han Feng's identity Sato Rokuro has already learned from the Liaozhong Military Department, not only his identity, but also the son of a big family in China, a famous college student, and his uncle is Fushiki Naokawa, a military adviser to the Xinjing Military and Political Department.

Rokuro Sato didn't dare to slack off, even if Han Feng was just a young kid when he appeared in front of him.

"Konoe-kun, welcome to my eastern Liaodong tribe as a guest, come here, please allow me to entertain you well!"

Rokuro Sato led the officers of the tribe to welcome Han Feng into the tribe.

This tribe is obviously much larger than the Tanghe Department that Han Feng has seen, and I don't know how many households the Japanese puppet army forcibly immigrated, and the guards at the east gate are also much tighter, there are turrets on the left and right, and there are crossfire points erected on them, relying on the foot of the turret, and there are fortifications built, which are even equipped with heavy weapons such as heavy machine guns.

Such a tribal defense force is simply not something that the current Anti-Union can shake.

Han Feng said gratefully in Japanese: "Thank you senior, but I'm just traveling here, because I'm curious, I'll come and see, seniors don't have to trouble entertaining me, just ask you to find me a place to live." ”

"There's no problem with that."

"Senior, I still want to know about the situation of the Manchurians in this tribe, please arrange my residence among them!"

"Okay."

After greeting for a while, in fact, the reason why Sato Rokuro greeted Han Feng was just to look at Fushiki Naokawa's face, not to be lazy, but too enthusiastic was unnecessary, since Han Feng was interested and didn't make trouble for him, it was naturally better.

Everything came according to Han Feng's requirements.

Before noon, Han Feng had already become the most comfortable idler in the eastern Liaozhong tribe.

He wandered around the tribe, and Rokuro Sato specially prepared a tribal freedom pass for him, and he could visit the corners and corners of the entire eastern tribe of central Liao.

Han Feng saw the brick walls built high, similar to the structure of the Tanghe Division, forming a large circle, like cattle and sheep in captivity, and the people gathered in the tun were managed as livestock.

In the cold winter, the temperature is low and scary.

Han Feng was wearing thick cotton clothes and pants, and he also had a face, except for his mouth and nose, all other places were tightly covered, just like that, after walking in the open air against the cold wind for more than ten minutes, the whole person was still a little shivering.

It was covered with snow everywhere, and there seemed to be several large factories not far away, specially built by the tribes, and when people could freeze to death in winter, the people of Manchuria continued to work in them, providing various logistical supplies for the Manchurian army and the Japanese army.

It sounds quite humane, but when you actually go in and take a look, it's another matter.

This factory is not leaky, even if you hide in it to work, the cold wind is still blowing directly, in such an environment, if you can wear thicker, cotton clothes and pants like Han Feng, it is still passable.

But the actual situation is by no means the case, these workers are even ragged, feet, hands, ears, faces, frozen and rotten abound, very few wear cotton clothes, and some should be wrapped in their own quilts, when the quilt accidentally slipped, immediately exposed a large piece of white inside, and hurriedly pulled up, not because of shame, but because at this moment, it can also freeze people unbearable.

"What are you doing here?"

Han Feng found a corner to sit down, and a few guys next to him who could emit a smoky smell even in this cold winter season, I don't know if they hadn't taken a bath since they were born, so they completely ignored him and did it on their own.

As for Han Feng's questioning, no one paid attention to it either.

Han Feng wore the clothes of ordinary Manchurian people, not the yellow cotton clothes like the Yue himself and the puppet army in this tribe, just from the clothes, it was completely impossible to distinguish his identity.

"I haven't seen anyone supervise it, what are you doing so desperately, that old man, why don't you sit down and rest?" Han Feng asked again, but no one responded.

The old man was stirring in the barrel by himself, and his body could be tired and sweaty in this winter, but his whole body was warm.

Seeing that no one responded to him, Han Feng took out two compressed biscuits from his body and threw them at the old man, "Chat a few words, these two biscuits will be yours." ”

Suddenly, the people who were working around seemed to come to life, and their eyes were fixed on the two biscuits that fell to the ground.

Han Feng originally thought that the old man who was wooden picked up the biscuits at an astonishing speed, stuffed them into his crotch, and then continued to stir his wooden barrel, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't look at it, my grandson hasn't eaten for two days." ”

The people around sighed and continued to work with their heads bowed one by one.

"Little brother, you give me food, what do you want to talk about, you can say it!" The old man still lowered his head, if it weren't for Han Feng looking for the voice, he couldn't even figure out who was speaking.

Han Feng said: "Brother, I'm new, listen to what you mean, the family has already been cut off?" ”

"Hayaki has eaten."

"Aren't you working for me? Will they not give you bread to eat? ”

"Don't give, the previous paragraph was also given some miscellaneous grains, but since the winter, I haven't given a little food, fortunately, we went door-to-door to dig a lot of wild vegetables in the mountains before the snow, this is until now, but this winter is too long, wild vegetables or something can't stand it, thousands of families in our tribe, just this winter, I don't know how many people will starve to death."

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