Regarding Guo Bingxun's analysis, Yang Zhen nodded and said: "You say it makes sense, I will think about it carefully and try my best to gain his trust." If we have the opportunity to stand out, Beiman, which is unfamiliar with the people, will still be inseparable from those who are familiar with the situation. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhen sighed and said, "I hope his true identity is as you expected." No matter what we come up with, we only have one chance, and I can't risk the lives of these hundreds of brothers. ”

"Brother Guo, you should have more ways than me in this regard, you must try your best to find out his true details. Before finding out his true identity, contact with the next door was suspended. I'd rather wait a while than take the risk. ”

In fact, Yang Zhen said that he was still trying to find out the true identity of this Peng Dingjie, but in fact, he had already agreed with Guo Bingxun's words in his heart. It's just that he is always a little uneasy, and he always feels that it is better to be cautious in this demon cave.

It's not that he's suspicious, he's always thought it necessary to be cautious in times of crisis. These people around him are not those comrades-in-arms who share life and death in their later lives, and they can rest assured that they can hand over their backs to them.

is Guo Bingxun, who has been in contact with the most in the past two days, and he has only been familiar with it for two days. Now the relationship between the two is not so much a comrade-in-arms as a grasshopper on a rope. It's far from the point where you have a heart. Now it's easy to say, once you go out, you won't be wary of each other, even Yang Zhen doesn't know.

Yang Zhen, who is familiar with history, knows that the party has suffered too much from traitors, and in order to keep secrets, and even spy on each other, the true identities of many people are secret. Even before the founding of the People's Republic of China, the identities of party members in some units were kept secret.

Yang Zhen once remembered that some information had written about something that seems incredible now. In the New Fourth Army, the true identity of a certain leading cadre was not really revealed until the formation of the New Fourth Army until the Southern Anhui Incident. Before this, except for a very few people, even the commander of the First Army did not know that his real identity was actually the deputy secretary of the Southeast Bureau, let alone that he had a radio station directly connected to the central government.

This kind of strict precautionary measure is a helpless move that has to be taken after suffering many big losses. The lesson from the past is what makes Yang Zhen so cautious, and he doesn't even dare to believe too much in the so-called own people.

And as far as Yang Zhen knows, many of the generals of the Anti-Japanese Federation were not killed on the battlefield fighting against the enemy, but died at the hands of traitors or were killed by spies who mixed into the army. Many anti-coalition forces were also brought down by spies and traitors.

The situation in the Tohoku is far more complicated than in Kannai. The Japanese have been operating on this territory for too long. Whether or not you can succeed is not only related to whether you can get out of this demon cave, but also related to more than 500 lives. In this wolf's den, even the slightest mistake can bring infinite danger.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yang Zhen, who decided to be cautious, looked at Guo Bingxun on the side, and sighed secretly in his heart: "Can you make me really believe in you?" Have you become a comrade-in-arms and brother who will share life and death with me, never abandon for the rest of your life, and when facing the enemy, you can rest assured that your back will be handed over to your comrades-in-arms and brothers? ”

Maybe it was because of the injuries on his body, but Patten only woke up when he was in a coma this time and knew dinner. Looking at the sorghum rice and a small piece of pickle gnocchi that were brought to him by Xiaohuzi, Peng Dingjie frowned, but he leaned against the wall and did not move his chopsticks.

Looking at the frowning Peng Dingjie, Guo Bingxun on the side put down the rice bowl in his hand and walked over and said, "Why Brother Peng, can't you eat?" Is this rice too rough? What do you eat on weekdays? Don't you eat this stuff too? ”

Guo Bingxun grew up in the Northeast with his father since he was a child, and he also knows that this sorghum rice is the daily staple food of ordinary people in the Northeast. This thing doesn't have much nutrition, and the taste is not comparable to rice and white flour, but fortunately, it is cheap, although the yield per mu is not much, but the overall yield is large. Generally, farmers use this and tortillas as their daily staple food.

He said this out of concern, but it was also tentative. If he really couldn't eat these things, it really confirmed Yang Zhen's worries. The Japanese devils, who eat rice or barley as their staple food every day, will not eat things that are not nutritious and are only suitable for livestock feed in their eyes.

After listening to Guo Bingxun's words, Peng Dingjie shook his head and said: "That's not it, what we eat on weekdays in the deep mountains and old forests is good, and even horse skin has been eaten when it is difficult, and it will be rough there?" Besides, I've been eating this since I was a child, so I can't get used to it? It's just that after being tortured, I don't know what's going on, as soon as I eat this thing, my stomach hurts badly after two mouthfuls, and there are bursts of acid reflux. ”

Hearing Peng Dingjie say this, Guo Bingxun hurriedly grabbed his arm and carefully gave him a pulse. He lifted the prison uniform on his body again, and when he was about to press down, he saw that there was hardly a single intact piece of skin on his chest, it was all broken, and there were criss-crossing wounds everywhere. Although some have scabbed, they are still hideous and scary.

Seeing the wound on Peng Dingjie's body, Guo Bingxun didn't say anything, but after a long sigh, he calmed down and pressed lightly on him.

After the inspection and put down the prison uniform on his body, Guo Bingxun raised his head and looked at Peng Dingjie, who was puzzled by his movements and even a little defensive, and smiled slightly: "I know a little bit about Chinese medicine, since you can't eat, I'll show you." Rest assured, nothing else. ”

Guo Bingxun told Xiaohuzi to let him give Peng Dingjie more water, and then walked to Yang Zhen's side and whispered: "His stomach is broken, and eating these things again will kill him." Remember when I told you that his injuries were so badly that his internal organs were broken? Now it looks like it's a lot heavier. ”

"If he has the conditions to adjust it properly, although his longevity will not be too big, it will not be a problem to live for ten or twenty years. But now it seems that if you don't hurry up and heal, even if you can survive, you can survive for five or six years. Now even if you have some rice to make some porridge for him? Speaking of this, Guo Bingxun let out a long sigh.

Hearing Guo Bingxun's words, Yang Zhen's brows furrowed tightly. He knew that Patten had been severely punished, which could be seen from the wounds on his body. Moreover, he was tortured and injured his internal organs, Guo Bingxun said before. But the stomach was broken, even if Yang Zhen didn't understand the medical theory, he knew what it meant?

What is this place? It is not the so-called humane management of the prison in later generations, and it is not even the devil gendarmerie who destroys the anti-Japanese organization in order to get a confession, and will not let the prisoners die lightly until they get what they want. It is a devil unit used by Japanese devils to make Chinese bacteria real yàn.

Where did he go to find rice at this stall? If the little devil had a little humanity, he wouldn't do such a thing. Expecting these little devils to be kind enough to get some rice porridge is tantamount to dancing with wolves.

Looking at Yang Zhen, who was a little worried after listening to his words, Guo Bingxun also knew that there was no way at all now. This is not a charity hall, it is a prison for little devils. Rice is something that is absolutely out of reach for these Chinese who are about to be used by them as real yàn.

looked at each other for a long time, and they were helpless, and both knew what the result would be if Patten Dingjie was handed over to the devil. As for the idea of finding a devil to guard and get some rice from there, neither of them dared to think of it. Give him to the devil, and you can only die faster. After being silent for a long time, Yang Zhen hesitated and said, "Brother Guo, can't he eat a little sorghum rice now?" ”

Yang Zhen, who was still full of worries about Patten's identity, can already be said to be full of doubts by this time. Just as Guo Bingxun said, if the little devil wants to plant spies among his own people and observe the movements of prisoners of war, he will not give up such a large amount of money. Take out such a spy to make such a ruthless hand. Not to mention that the Japanese spies don't know it, even those traitors don't either.

Regarding Yang Zhen's words, Guo Bingxun shook his head and said: "External injuries are easy to say, but the key internal injuries are difficult to adjust. The stomach needs to be nourished, and sorghum rice can be eaten, but it will aggravate his injury. If you have a lot of food, it's not a good idea to boil this thing into a paste and eat it. But if his stomach hurts, it is better to eat more fine grains. ”

"If you eat this thing all the time, and these pickles, you won't be able to stand it for a long time. Once it causes bleeding, it is troublesome and even very fatal. Sorghum rice is a good thing to make wine and feed livestock. But for people, in addition to filling their stomachs, there is basically not much nutrition. Eating it all the time didn't help him recover from his injuries. His injuries were too severe. ”

Yang Zhen knew that what Guo Bingxun said was not wrong. Not to mention that the stomach is broken, even if you have stomach problems, you should eat as little whole grains as possible. Sorghum rice is a thing that even a normal person will reflux acid water when he eats his stomach three times a day, let alone a person whose stomach is broken.

Yang Zhen knows this thing of sorghum rice. In later generations, with the massive promotion of high-yield rice and corn, this crop with low yield per mu has been gradually eliminated, and it is about to catch up with the high cost of rice. Sorghum rice, eggplant potatoes or tofu in sauce are the favorite things of the people of Northeast China when they change their taste in the scorching heat. When Yang Zhen was a soldier, he liked to eat when he had a small gathering with his comrades-in-arms every day. But usually no one eats it anymore, and no one uses him as a staple food.

Yang Zhen hesitated for a moment, walked to Peng Dingjie, who was struggling against the wall, and squatted down, looked at the mouthful of sorghum rice and pickle gnocchi that had not moved in front of him, shook his head and picked up the rice bowl and sent it to him, and said, "Brother Peng, we know that you are very uncomfortable. But you're still going to eat it anyway. If you want to survive and continue to fight them, you have to eat. ”

"I knew that if I wanted to survive and continue to fight them, I had to eat it. But after eating, the inside of the stomach looks like a knife, and it always hurts and can't stand it. After listening to Yang Zhen's words of consolation, Peng Dingjie shook his head and said.

Yang Zhen didn't answer him, and twisted the sorghum rice in the bowl into a paste little by little with a spoon, mixed it with water and stirred it into a paste, and then took a bite and handed it to his mouth and said, "If you can't eat it, you have to eat it." If you can't eat it at once, then divide it into several times. Again, you have to eat because you have to live. ”

"Only by being alive can we continue to fight, to fight against the little devils. Our lives are worthless, but we can't just starve to death here. Our lives must be left to continue to kill devils. If all of us who resisted died, and only those who were willing to be traitors remained, then China would really be hopeless. In order to live, you have to eat. ”