"After entering, keep going inside. The innermost part is the warehouse area. Someone is waiting for you over there." After the guard finished explaining, he retreated.
Li Feng started Stypunk and drove slowly towards the door. The light suddenly dimmed. When the vehicle drove out of the door, the clear sunlight reflected on Li Feng's face again.
"Is this thing so big inside?"
Holding the steering wheel, Li Feng stared at the high-walled compound around him, on which were lines of words painted with white putty: "Change evil. Good, the future is bright."
There is an inward-sloping barbed wire installed on the top of the wall. On the high tower standing at the corner of the wall, there are 56-style guards on their shoulders, watching the incoming trucks from a distance.
"Duck, duck, duck-eared duck, duck-eared duck", the guards shouted slogans on the wooden platform in the center of the playground, accompanied by the sound of whistles from time to time.
Led by slogans, a group of middle-aged people in black cotton-padded clothes lined up neatly and ran around the playground, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust on the ground.
Through the fence, the people inside looked at Li Feng with envy, his arm resting on the car window. Li Feng also stretched his head, looking at them like a curious baby.
The living history of fighting against the small days. Some people in the textbooks in the past are now like a picture scroll, unfolding in front of Li Feng, and he can see clearly.
No one urged him, and the road was quite wide. Li Feng drove slowly. After all, safety came first. He looked at everything around him curiously. He had never entered a place that he had never entered in his entire life, but now he had actually entered it.
After passing through this playground and arriving at the next playground, a group of middle-aged people took off their clothes and played badminton and volleyball there, with smiles on their faces and wiping sweat from their foreheads.
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"It seems that the treatment is quite good, and everyone is motivated to play." Li Feng said to himself.
After all, there are many people outside who don’t have enough to eat. They can’t move as much as they can, otherwise they will starve quickly.
There is a large wooden table in the middle of the playground. A group of old men threw their hats on their heads and howled, "The Seventh Corps was crushed and wiped out. What does it have to do with me."
< p>It's like playing a game and encountering a headwind situation, between yourself and your enemy teammates.Going deeper, you can see about a dozen stoves built on the field, and the walls are also painted with slogans "Resist, aid and protect the country." It seems that it is internal time, for the soldiers of the Zhiyang Army. A place where they cook "chow mein".
"Fried noodles" are not the fried noodles of later generations. Instead, wheat flour is added to soybean flour, stir-fried with some salt, and then supplied to the front line as field food. It needs to be mixed with water to swallow it.
Not delicious, but convenient, fast and anti-hungry.
Looking at these stoves, Li Feng remembered that only 10 years had passed since that time.
After this incident, Yingjiang’s East Point Military Academy has been keeping two highland sandbox models, 5377 and 5979. Xia Gan leads the battle
"Come on, come on, we are beating people again in my childhood, come on and help." A long way away, Li Feng heard shouts coming from the latrine in the distance.
Why it was judged that it was a latrine? Because the uncle who called people was picking up his trousers and tying his belt.
Li Feng stepped on the accelerator.
After passing through the playground, Li Feng felt that he should have arrived at the logistics area. There were piles of coal residue on the ground.
Before the guards could react, a group of middle-aged men in black cotton-padded clothes and a young man in a beige coat started fighting in Meishan.
"How many people have been harmed by killing these little people, but they are still eating and drinking here."
"Help, don't stand on the side. Last time After fighting, you still won’t admit defeat, right?”
Someone spit in the palm of his hand, rubbed his palm, picked up the wooden shovel from the edge of the coal mountain, and joined the melee.
Li Feng slowed down to five yards, watching with relish, as the two young men were pushed to the ground and beaten hard by a group of adults.
The guy with the wooden shovel hit him hard on the butt. Xiaori held his head, protecting his head and shouting words that Li Feng couldn't understand, as if it were the rubber rope used by doctors to tie his arms. Tourniquet
After a while, the whistles of the guards in yellow rang through the backyard. Unlike the shields and batons in Hong Kong movies, they just went over to start a fight with nothing.
Li Feng has sharp eyes, and he accidentally stepped on or kicked Xiaori when he saw a supervisor trying to start a fight.
A guard blew a whistle and waved his hand at the slow-moving Li Feng, urging him to go back quickly and not to waste time here.
Li Feng pouted, dissatisfied with being driven away, and stepped on the accelerator, preparing to go to the back to make a errand.
Not long after driving, I heard someone yelling from the front again.
"Quick, quick, quick, the pig is running away, hurry up and stop it." A group of clean uncles in their fifties and sixties were wearing aprons, waving butcher knives, chasing the black pig. Domestic pig. At that time, there were no white pigs like today, they were all black pigs.
Black Pig felt the murderous intention on the butcher's knife. Many of his seniors may have died under this knife, so he had to flee for his life in a hurry.
At this time, Li Feng's Stypunk drove over by chance, but the black pig couldn't dodge and sent himself under the rear wheels, dying in a hurry.
Beside the rope tied to dry the sheets, there was a lazy old man lying on his stomach.
I didn’t chase the pig, and just stared blankly at the pig butchers gathered around Li Feng’s big wheel.
"Hey, why don't you chase me, this is more beautiful than the Spanish bullfight."
Li Feng just felt that another pig's life might be lost under the wheel,
When I opened the car door, I listened to this man's sarcastic remarks and looked closely at the person who said these words.
I thought, "Isn't this Uncle Ge?"
Li Feng looked at a group of former high-ranking generals, wearing white aprons and holding butcher knives.
I turned around and looked at the "piece" of pigs under my wheel. Yes, it was a "piece". The car pulling the steel bars was heavy in itself., this time the pressure was very real. Only one butt could be seen to be a pig’s butt, and the front was completely flat.
"I'm sorry, gentlemen, I might as well drive the car forward to save you from getting killed."
Li Feng scratched his head in embarrassment, feeling that he was so Car and Pig are incompatible with each other, so they are in conflict.
"It's okay, little comrade. We didn't press the button properly and it ran away. No wonder you. Just keep driving forward and we'll take care of it."
Li Feng decided. Looking at this old man with a slightly protruding smile, wearing glasses, and being polite, he doesn't look like a pig butcher at all.
It should be the leader among these people. With this appearance, he could be the immediate boss of Liao Yao He put on his apron, shook hands with Li Feng, and looked at the crowd.
"I'm really sorry for you guys, I didn't pay attention when driving. I'm sorry."
After saying that, he climbed into the car neatly. People's hearts are ulterior. These people have been imprisoned for so many years. , don't go back and cause trouble.
The crowd saw Li Feng getting into the car. Driven by the elder, they got out of the way and Li Feng drove forward slowly.
Through the rearview mirror, I saw several people using shovels to shovel out the body embedded in the ground.
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