The little white-faced left, with a hint of humiliation and fear, or if he didn't know where to comfort his wounded heart, his faint figure and his butt looked so lonely in the cold wind.

Yang Feng hummed a song and began his old nostalgic journey to Peking leisurely.

Behind Tsinghua Gate, a skinny old foreign devil was staring at his back intently.

"Lucas, the friend you introduced is indeed unique. He rode an electric tricycle made of expensive aerospace aluminum alloy and plastic, and used gas stoves that only the upper class in China could see to sell cheap pancakes. I am really curious if he had calculated how many pancakes he had to sell to earn his investment back." He said to the beast beside him with interest.

The wild beast was holding a bottle of wine, leaning lazily against the wall, staring at the passing female student with a despicable look on his face.

Yang Feng didn't know that he had been treated as a pig and eating a tiger. He was playing the game as a wealthy young man in the folk. In fact, he was now beating his chest and stamping his feet for too few oceans in his pocket.

There are business opportunities everywhere! Not to mention the cheap antiques that he wanted to rush in and grab when he saw them, even the few turtles carried by a buddy on the roadside made him covet.

"Brother, can you sell it?" The guy stopped the car and asked, drooling.

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I fished in the river. It's not a good thing. If you really want it, just give me a dollar."

Yang Feng took out a big ocean without hesitation and threw it to him.

None of the four turtles is less than three pounds. Such a large wild turtle is more than two hundred per pound. I will take it back for a few days and take it with me when I leave.

Yang Feng was holding the turtle and was proud, but suddenly he realized something was strange. He felt that several very unfriendly eyes were focusing on him. He subconsciously raised his head.

Yesterday, the two Northeast Army were standing in the middle of the road ahead with their arms around, looking at him with malicious intentions.

"Brothers, we're meeting again!" Yang Fengdui said with a smile on his face.

A big man in his thirties opposite him smiled and said with a smile on his middle finger, "Brother, explain what this means?"

"It's nothing. It's true that you are incompetent in beating the Japanese, but you are very excited to beat your own compatriots, so I'll give you encouragement!" Yang Fengzhen said with a smile.

The big man's face turned red, he wouldn't slap people in the face, and he wouldn't slap people in the face, and he wouldn't expose his shortcomings, let alone he was exposing his face.

"That's thank you! Our brothers have nothing to say. How about loosening your muscles and bones?" The big man said in anger, and walked slowly over with his fingers with his companion next to him.

Yang Feng quickly wanted to turn around, but found that there were three Northeastern troops behind him. Although he did not move forward, he smiled and blocked the retreat.

"You guys forced me!" Yang Feng sighed helplessly, reached out and took out his cell phone from his pocket, and poked the screen a few times.

“My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast.

There are forest coal mines there.

There are also soybeans and sorghum all over the mountains.

My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast.

There are my fellow citizens there,

And the aging parents.

September 18, September 18,

From that miserable time,

September 18, September 18,

From that miserable time,

Leaving my hometown,

Abandon the endless treasure,

Wandering, wandering!

I'm wandering around the pass all day!

In which year or month, I will be able to return to my lovely hometown!

In which year or month can we recover the endless treasure!

Dad, Dad,

when,

Only then can we gather together!”

On the phone speaker, sad songs rang out on the quiet streets. Before the singing was over, there were already crying. None of the soldiers in the Northeast, fleeing refugees, and even infected passers-by were crying.

"Thirty-hundred thousand people were all out of their armor, and Ning Wu was a man!" Amid the sad sigh, Yang Feng rode a tricycle past the two Northeast soldiers who were so crying that they fell to their knees, and then left.

Not far behind him, a Northeast army general wearing the rank of major general knelt on the ground in front of the Northeast, crying silently.

This song is an unsolvable weapon for the Northeast Army who are wandering in the pass, especially in 1932 when this song has not appeared yet.

To put it bluntly, Zhang Xiaotuozi was actually forced to launch the Xi'an Incident by this song. Other things are nonsense for the country and the nation. When 160,000 Northeast Army sang this song together, as long as they were not fools, they would understand what this meant. If he did not take any action, then there was only one result waiting for him, a large-scale mutiny!

Yang Feng left leisurely, not caring about how big a bomb he had detonated. Although he had only heard it once, the song on Songhua River was so stunning that at least one-third of the people remembered it completely.

That night, in the Northeast Army's barracks, among the refugees slept on the streets in the cold wind, among the students in exile, and even the homes of some Northeast Army officers, this song spread like a plague.

For Zhang Xiaokuzi on the big smoke bed in the Shuncheng County Prince's Mansion, this is indeed a plague.

"You are ignorant when you are a soldier, are you ignorant? If you fight back to the Northeast, what will we fight back to the Northeast? Can we beat the Japanese?

Aircraft, tanks, warships, what do we have? Just the rifle in your hands can be used to hit the Northeast?" He shouted hysterically at Wang Yizhe who was kneeling in front of him.

"This is an incitement with ulterior motives. I know, this must be made up by the people in Nanjing. They are dividing our army! Let us fight with the Japanese, and they will be happy when we fight all of them!" He yelled as he coughed weakly.

At this time, Miss Zhao Si, who was standing by, quietly winked at Wang Yizhe and signaled him to retreat first.

"Okay, it's just a song! It's no big deal. Ding Fang was also impulsive, don't be angry." After Wang Yizhe went out, she said gently.

"The Japanese forced me, Nanjing forced me, and now my own people forced me, do they have to force me to death?" Zhang Xiaotuozi burst into tears and arched into her arms, feeling the familiar body temperature, and then slowly calmed down.

"When you go back, what will we take back? Will the fellow villagers who go back to the Northeast still recognize us?" he said sadly.

The culprit was very comfortable. In the afterglow of the sunset, the tricycle was driving lightly, and laughter like silver bells came from behind from time to time.

Xin'er wanted to treat him to dinner, eat at the famous Six Kingdoms Hotel, and took his tricycle to go there. Now he was huddling with Yang Jing in the back compartment and whispering in a low voice.

Behind the tricycle, the black Mercedes followed suit.

"Sweet, I smile sweetly, as if flowers are blooming in the spring breeze..." Yang Feng's singing echoed in the wind.
Chapter completed!