Zhao Chuanxin could already see the coastline of Hokkaido.
Xingyue said there are some Japanese soldiers at the beach, do you want to take action
"" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth, "I suspect you have developed self-awareness and emotions, but I don't." Evidence."
Xingyue I don't have it, I'm not.
If people's self-awareness is a chemical reaction of hormones, then Zhao Chuanxin thinks that Xingyue may really have self-awareness.
Zhao Chuanxin had no intention of taking action, so he circled on the sea and headed north.
He also had to go around Japan’s Rebun Island.
Then it passes through the strait between the southern part of Sakhalin Island and the northern part of Hokkaido, landing at the Japanese town of Omari in the middle.
Otomari Town was later renamed Korsakov after Russia fully occupied Sakhalin Island.
Otomari Town governs Deep Sea Village.
Zhao Chuanxin took off his soft gold armor and wrapped himself in a thick, shabby but clean cotton robe, with a shiny deerskin cloak on top.
Other people's deerskin was rubbed with oil, but the shine of Zhao Chuanxian's deerskin cloak was deliberately polished and polished. It was a clean disguise.
Wearing a roe deer scalp hat on his head.
His beard is not exempt from the custom and is stained with frost due to his breath.
So from a distance, it seems to be quite integrated with the local indigenous people.
It’s just that he is much taller and burlier than the people here.
Zhao Chuanxin did not go far before he arrived at the old Japanese Kata Town Civil Affairs Office.
This was also the earliest trading house in Japan.
The streets were full of Japanese people, and they all looked sideways when they saw this guy wearing a roe deer scalp hat.
In fact, the aborigines of Sakhalin Island do not wear roe deer scalp hats, especially the hats with strange two horns.
But many people have difficulty distinguishing them. In their impression, the aborigines are all unkempt and dirty.
Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that. He wore glasses and a cotton belt around his neck, and walked struttingly on the street.
The living conditions of the Japanese here are also very ordinary. They wear thin clothes, huddle up and rush when they go out, and they are skinny and unkempt.
The streets are lined with Japanese-style cabins, and Zhao Chuanxin doubts the heating effect of these houses.
The Japanese eyes were a bit sneaky and unruly, and Zhao Chuanxin stared back one by one.
He was already tall, and his three layers of clothing made him look bulkier, looking like a big bear.
Those short Japanese people were so frightened that they quickly looked away.
This place is not big, and soon the Japanese police came in a hurry after receiving the warning from the people.
"Baga, Mao Min, who allowed you to walk openly on the street?"
The two short patrol officers roared menacingly.
Obviously, Aboriginal people cannot blatantly integrate into Japanese communities.
Zhao Chuanxin didn’t say anything, and just spat on the ground.
This really angered the two patrol officers. They immediately stepped forward and twisted Zhao Chuanxin's arms, trying to cut them back, but the arms were like steel poured into iron and they were hard to shake.
Good guy, not only can’t my arms hold my thighs, I can’t hold my arms either.
The two patrol officers were furious and immediately took out their short birch sticks and swung them at Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin was stunned when he practiced sword practice recently, and any weapon in his eyes became a sword.
I subconsciously want to dodge and then take the center line, giving the Japanese police an AOE range kill.
But it suddenly dawned on him that this was not a battle with the Desert Emperor, but just two bad guys.
He ducked slightly to the side, his shot was like lightning, he easily grasped the short stick, grabbed it, and threw it away.
The short stick spun in the air, flew more than ten meters, and finally broke the window paper of the house with a "pop".
The people in that house were still watching the fun, but they didn’t want to harm Chi Yu. They immediately wailed and turned around to go back to the house to get some paper to paper the windows and paper them again, otherwise they would freeze to death at night.
The two Japanese policemen took a step back in shock, and then stepped forward to push Zhao Chuanxin again.
Zhao Chuanxin didn’t resist, so he just pushed him and left.
As a result, the two policemen tried their best to put on a fierce look, but carefully distanced themselves and took turns pushing Zhao Chuanxin forward.
Not long after, we arrived at the Otomari Town Police Department.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly raised his hand outside the Metropolitan Police Department.
The two policemen were startled: "Baga, Mao Min, what do you want to do?"
Zhao Chuanxin just stretched his waist.
“”
In fact, he took advantage of the opportunity to stretch out, throw out the stars, moon and copper eyes, and insert the eyes into the hidden place of the eaves.
Zhao Chuanxin entered the Metropolitan Police Department. Because there were many policemen here, the two Japanese policemen finally felt proud and proud. They pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said to their colleagues, "This uncivilian is barbaric and does not listen to discipline. He blatantly Walking on our streets, please help subdue him and teach him a lesson."
"Inspection Jiangchuan, are you sure this is Mao Min? Mao Min is not that tall. Mao Min is ugly, but this man is. Very handsome.”
The patrol is the lowest-level police officer in the Japan Metropolitan Police Department, equivalent to the domestic patrol police.
"Wearing animal skins, what are we nothing if not Maomin?"
Seven or eight Japanese policemen surrounded Zhao Chuanxin at the same time, holding short sticks in their hands and beating their palms.
Zhao Chuanxin looked around and picked up the old-fashioned copper cotton ink-absorbing pen from the table.
One person was the first to hit Zhao Chuanxin with a short stick in his pocket.
Zhao Chuanxin originally had his right foot in front and his left foot behind. At this time, his right foot suddenly withdrew, and the head of the short stick was smashed five centimeters in front of Zhao Chuanxin.
As soon as Zhao Chuanxin retracted his right foot, he stepped out again to lunge and fencing.
He is tall and has long arms, so even if he only held a ten thousand year pen, he still stabbed the Japanese policeman in the nose.
"Ouch"
Japanese policeThe bridge of my nose was straightly crooked.
The rest of the police were confused.
I Zhuo
A Japanese policeman behind me didn’t believe in evil and wanted to make a sneak attack.
Zhao Chuanxin's monster python turned over and stabbed flatly.
"Ouch"
Another person did not swing the stick, but used the short stick as a knife to stab Zhao Chuanxin in the waist.
Zhao Chuanxin came up with a secret move in Chinese swordsmanship: Chasing Shape and Cutting Pulse.
The arm is raised, and Wannian's pen is drawn.
Clamped the opponent's wrist.
If the Wannian Bi were a sword, this move could directly cut off the opponent's wrist.
Even so, the tyrannical power also made the other party scream.
Someone swung a short stick horizontally, trying to sneak up on Zhao Chuanxin's temple from the side.
Zhao Chuanxin had eyes on the back of his head and stabbed his throat sideways.
They didn’t know that in the glasses, what Zhao Chuanxin saw was a 360-degree surrounding shadow.
"Uh-huh"
The stick dropped from his hand and fell to the ground. The attacking policeman clutched his throat and his eyes popped out.
The remaining policemen retreated in unison.
I've never seen a player using a ten thousand year pen as a sword.
"You, who are you?"
Zhao Chuanxin held one hand behind his back and held the pen in his right hand like a sword hanging to one side. He was really lonely as a master.
He held his head high and looked at the sky at a thirty-degree angle. The frost on his thick beard turned into water droplets and hung on it. Also."
""
At this time, a Japanese policeman went to the cabinet and took out a Type 30 rifle, raised his face and shouted ferociously, "It doesn't matter whether you are famous or not, hurry up." Put down the weapon in your hand."
Xingyue reminded Zhao Chuanxin that his gun was not cocked, don't worry.
When the other Japanese police heard this, their expressions froze. You call this a murder weapon?
But shamelessness is the truest portrayal of their character. They immediately shouted, "Yes, put down the murder weapon quickly, otherwise we will You look good."
Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be afraid, and the Wannian pen in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Japanese policemen with guns are proud of themselves.
The rest of the police rushed forward and tried to subdue Zhao Chuanxin.
They huddled together like little chickens trying to keep themselves warm, and pushed Zhao Chuanxin into the cell at the back with all their strength.
Zhao Chuanxin actually didn’t resist much and let them push him into the cell.
He mainly wanted to survey the terrain and Japanese agencies in southern Sakhalin Island, and test their attitude towards the indigenous people.
Listening to the police calling him "Maomin" one after another, they obviously mistook him for the aboriginal people on the island.
Because the aborigines of Sakhalin Island have lived in the bitter cold for a long time and have strong hair, they have such a name.
But obviously this title is discriminatory.
Thus, Zhao Chuanxin could think of the aborigines in Japanese territory and MaoziThey are also oppressed over there.
The more primitive ethnic groups and tribes are, the more rude and rude they are, and they appear to be incompatible with civilized society.
Zhao Chuanxin respects this, so he can become the Kuku God of War of the Kanaka people in Hawaii.
Zhao Chuanxin entered the cell with a smile.
When the Japanese policemen left, cursing and leaving, they also said, “It’s not too late to deal with him when he is too hungry and has no strength left.”
As soon as they left, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly Teleporting to the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department, having Xingyue take off the bronze eye, Shi Shiran strode northward.
Zhao Chuanxin of Chitose Village and Changbin Village did not stay in these places.
But he approached various passes and secretly asked Xingyue to detect the distribution of Japanese troops.
In the dense forest in the east, Zhao Chuanxin found an aboriginal settlement area.
This is a Utari tribe.
It is said that the Utarites are the original inhabitants of Hokkaido, but were later occupied by the Japanese.
For now, the Utari people cannot be characterized as Japanese.
They were holding a bear spirit ceremony. A group of strong men were holding long wooden poles with ropes tied to the tops of the poles. The ropes were tied around the bears' necks to restrain them.
The black blind man, who was arrogant in the wild, was exhausted from being tortured. From time to time he roared out of breath, and his mouth and face were covered with snow.
Sakhalin Island is very cold, so the Black Blind Man should be hibernating at this moment, but he was captured from the tree hole by the Utali people.
Is this how you entertain Xiong Ling?
Zhao Chuanxin thought they were going to kneel down and let the blind man go.
As a result, a man was seen carefully approaching the black bear from the side and rear. When he got close to the bear's neck, he stabbed the knife through the white crescent mark on the bear's chest, which was the vital part of the black blind man.
"Roar"
The black blind man was struggling and roaring hysterically. Those short, thick Utari men with thick beards and hair and some white features tried their best to restrain the black blind man.
Zhao Chuanxin ""
Didn't he say he worshiped the bear spirit
Why did he kill this blind black man
Waiting for the black bear to die Tooru, they went to cut off the black bear's head.
Zhao Chuanxin was fascinated by what he saw, and soon someone discovered him.
Then he stepped forward and chatted.
Zhao Chuanxin didn’t understand, but what he didn’t expect was that Xingyue actually understood.
What the man said was "Who are you and why did you come to our land?"
Zhao Chuanxin whispered, "I can understand you if you understand Nivkh. How can I still understand Utari?"
Xingyue said that their language is a Baohe language, derived from Polynesian. I have been to Hawaii with you and heard too many Kanaka languages. There are many languages in common. I can understand the dialects and dialects that you don’t understand.
So Zhao Chuanxin relied on the pronunciation given by Xingyue to tell UtaLi Hanzi spoke with confidence, "I came from the Sauron tribe, and I was commissioned to mediate the conflicts between the ethnic groups in Sakhalin Island. You said this is your land of giving, what do you mean by giving it?"
Ukraine The man from Tali was silent for a long time and said, "More than a hundred years ago, we Utali people were massacred by the Japanese. We couldn't defeat the Japanese. They restricted the activities of us Utali people and allowed us to stay here. It is called the land of giving." ."
Zhao Chuanxin felt happy.
Sure enough.
Whether it is Tsarist Russia or the Japanese, their invasion is to assist Zhao.
Zhao Chuanxin expanded the sample collection, but the conclusion is the same.
But there was compassion on his face, "Damn the Japanese."
The Utali man was silent again.
Zhao Chuanxin asked again, "How is the relationship between the Japanese and the Russians?"
The Utali man, like the Nivkh people, had no scheming intentions. He bluntly said, "Before they went to war, they The relationship between the people is very good, but now the relationship is very bad. Their soldiers fire at each other from time to time in the dense forest of the Parana Valley, and some people are killed every month."
Zhao Chuanxin was ecstatic. .
At this time, the people of the Utali tribe had already begun to skin the bears and cut the meat.
Seeing Zhao Chuanxin staring there, the man from Utali said, "That is the bear spirit sacrifice. When we eat bear meat, we can get closer to the bear spirit."
What a self-serving fallacy.
At this time, a Utali woman came over and asked the man who Zhao Chuanxin was.
The man from Utali introduced to Zhao Chuanxin, "A friend from the Sauron tribe, this is my daughter, she is twelve years old this year."
Zhao Chuanxin looked at it The man's daughter's dark and old face couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "You are so mature at such a young age, it's really good."
The two of them thought it was a compliment and smiled honestly with yellow teeth.
Zhao Chuanxin did not stay long and left before they could complete the Bear Spirit Sacrifice and continued heading north.
About sixty miles away, there is the Japanese Kata Hall on Sakhalin Island, now called Fengyuan City.
Zhao Chuanxin heard Korean speaking on the street. He grabbed the man and asked in Korean, "How many Koreans are here?"
Passers looked at Zhao Chuanxin and were surprised by his clothes. , surprised that he could speak relatively fluent Korean.
"Yes, you are not Korean, are you?"
Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back and said proudly, "I am an old friend of the Li family in Gyeongju, South Korea. We are from the Dacheng Chamber of Commerce." Do you know that the leader Pu Zehu must bow respectfully when he sees me? Zhao Bingshi, Shen Xiangxun and other ministers, as well as your abdicated emperor Li Xi, must respect me as sir."
Bangzi passers-by's eyes widened. "This is true."
He suspected that Zhao Chuanxin was bragging.
"How can it be fake?" Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyes. "Let me ask you, what industries do Koreans here work in?"
The other party felt a strong sense of enthusiasm from Zhao Chuanxin.Strong aura.
He couldn't tell whether the aura was that of a superior person or the murderous aura tainted on the battlefield.
In short, Zhao Chuanxin's pretense was quite successful.
Although Bangzi passers-by were suspicious, they did not dare not answer, and even their tone became more respectful without realizing it. "There are many, some people go to participate in mining, some people go to the Metropolitan Police Department for inspection, and some Joined the 11th Regiment of the Japanese Independent 13th Division and was responsible for garrisoning the Gutun Fortress in Moka Port, Dabo Port and the Polonai Valley in the north to prevent Russian invasion. ”
Anyway. These are not secrets either.
It is certainly not a secret to him, but it is very useful to Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin’s eyes were sharp and he asked a lot of details while the iron was hot.
The man responded at first, but then he felt more and more that something was wrong.
He frowned, "Sir, you don't even know your surname. You just said that you recognize our Emperor and several ministers. Can you tell me your surname?"
Zhao Chuanxin Seeing that the other party was suspicious, he turned his nostrils to the sky and said, "You, a mere commoner, are worthy of knowing my name."
The passerby's nose was so twisted "You"
So many answers The problem is, there is hard work without credit, right?
How could this person be so rude
Zhao Chuanxin had no fondness for Bangzi, and left with his hands behind his back and a proud face on his face.
Bangzi passerby spat at his back, "Hey, I'm afraid it's not a spy sent by the Russians. I have to go to the police station. Maybe the civil affairs chief Hiraoka Shotaro from the Huatai Department can give me something." "Distribute rewards"
As the seat of the Civil Affairs Bureau of the Japanese-occupied territory at the southern tip of Sakhalin Island, Fengyuan City has a small population, but it has already shown initial signs of prosperity.
Electric poles were neatly erected on both sides of the street. In addition to rickshaws, Zhao Chuanxian even saw a few cars.
There is a two-story building with a signboard of "Ikeda Western Souvenirs Store".
Because there was a pavilion on the top of the second floor, the terrain was high and the view was wide, so Zhao Chuanxin took out the copper eye and asked Xingyue to hold the copper eye and insert it on the top of the pavilion.
After doing this, Zhao Chuanxin saw at the street intersection, a column of Japanese military police with live ammunition, led by the passerby who had previously answered Zhao Chuanxin's question, belatedly arrived.
Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled, giving them a distant thumbs up.
These Japanese soldiers were furious when they saw this, and some even raised their guns to threaten them.
But Zhao Chuanxin retreated to the corner, avoiding their sight.
The next second, he appeared on the top of the two-story building.
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