Temporary workers in the war

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

The knock on the door interrupted the communication between Feng Quan, the head of the family, Niu the centurion, and Li Xiang, the captain of the ghost ship.

"Please come in!"

It was Maverick who knocked on the door. After this guy had finished his flirting on the first floor, he returned to work in a hurry before the time was [-]:[-] set by Feng Quan, the head of the house.

The little guy walked in with his head poking around, "Report to the boss that there is a telegram from North Korea!" After saying this, Xiao Niu smiled kindly at Daniel and Li Xiang.

"Hehe, it's almost dawn, hurry up and go back to rest for a while!"

Feng Quan took the telegram and waved his hand to signal the orderly Maverick to back down.

"boom."

The big iron door of the cabin was gently closed, and the boss read the telegram at a glance and smiled.

"Hehe, it's just trivial matters. It's getting late. I estimate that we will arrive at Baekling Island around eight o'clock tomorrow. Let's all go back and have a rest."

......

After the darkest moment before dawn, the fiery red sun rises from the horizon as usual, day after day, year after year, repeating itself like a cycle.

The sunshine that shines all over the earth brings a lot of warmth and vitality to the world.

However, in North Korea, which has long been annexed by the island country, even on a peaceful morning, there are still countless miasmas in the sky.

Although North Korea has been annexed by the island country long ago, and there are no clouds of war before the annexation, the hearts of North Korean people with lofty ideals who are ruled by aliens still contain various feelings of depression.

Born in troubled times, naturally there is no shortage of heroes. Even after all kinds of bloody suppression by the islanders like wolves and tigers, most Koreans have accepted this helpless reality, and they are living in troubled times.

However, there are still some North Koreans everywhere in North Korea who are determined to restore their country. They have failed time and time again, and they have a rhythm of tiredness and love under the domination of their inherent sentimentality and rich feelings.

A single spark can start a prairie fire, but if these sparks come from the original raging fires, it will really damage morale.

Some North Korean patriots continue to work tirelessly, but in North Korea, which has a rhythm of being assimilated by the island country, most people have no hope of success, and the soil for these people with lofty ideals to survive is getting less and less .

Some people with lofty ideals in North Korea chose to save the country by curve, and went to the fugitive compatriots in the three eastern provinces of China to develop, and the resistance forces remaining in North Korea almost disappeared.

In order to avoid being betrayed by those court traitors who emerge in endlessly and like to betray the country and seek glory, these people with lofty ideals in North Korea are hiding deeper and deeper, and they will not take action easily.

No matter which country there will be no shortage of servile and shameless villains, in order to receive a little bit of fleshy bones with a deteriorating rhythm from the island occupiers, once they notice the presence of North Korean resistance forces around , I hurriedly went to the master to ask for it.

......

The plan for a year lies in spring, and the plan for a day lies in morning.This sentence applies not only to China, which has a vast land and rich resources and a glorious history of 5000 years, but also to North Korea, which has always enjoyed the blessings of China and is deeply influenced by China.

In North Korea, which is far across the sea from Shandong, which is known as the hometown of Confucius and Mencius and the state of etiquette in China, there is a small fishing village with more than 100 households. From the outside, it looks like a remote area in China. countryside.

Just like before, 32-year-old Che Feigang, who is in his prime, is having breakfast with his frail wife Li Jinhua and five-year-old son Da Xiong.

Breakfast is three corn tortillas, a small dish of pickles, not even soup.

Gobbling it voraciously, Che Fei swallowed a cornbread in just a few mouthfuls, feeling that he was only half full, and just about to take another cornbread from the basket, seeing that the basket was empty, he couldn't help but wryly smiled again and again.

Without the tortillas that could barely fill his stomach, Che Feigang focused on the small plate of kimchi again, but when his big hand stretched halfway forward, it stopped abruptly.

Even kimchi is almost gone, and his wife Li Jinhua is very budget-conscious and good at living.

Their family was poor, and they could only rely on pickles and corn tortillas for three meals a day. The jar of pickles was almost bottomed out. How dare Li Jinhua let the family of three eat with their stomachs open?

"Gudong Gudong..."

The extremely depressed Che Fei just shook his head and drank the bowl of boiled water in one gulp.

"clang!"

Just as Che Fei shook the big bowl on the dining table vigorously, he began to curse.

"Paralyzed, when I was young, my father was still alive. I heard from my father that they went fishing in the sea all day long. Although they couldn't eat and drink spicy food all day long, they could fill their stomachs anyway. Stomach, every now and then, I can even improve my life, buy some wine and meat to eat, I didn’t expect that after the **** Japanese devils came over, they wouldn’t even let me go fishing, if I make me anxious, I’ll fight them!!”

As soon as Che Feigang finished speaking, his timid wife Li Jinhua was terrified, and quickly reminded, "Emma! Are you talking nonsense? Be careful not to be heard by those islanders from the Water Police Station and the Gendarmerie Detachment!!"

"What the hell? Could it be that the water police station and the gendarmerie dispatch team are still here to collect taxes today?"

If he doesn't listen to his wife, he will be at a disadvantage right in front of his eyes. Just as Che Fei heard his wife Li Jinhua's warning, his voice was much lower when he spoke.

"Paralyzed, these people who suffer thousands of knives, they not only collect taxes indiscriminately, I also heard that those Japanese devils built a shrine in Seoul, and it seems that we are going to build a shrine in Bailing. After it is completed, they will force us North Koreans go to worship."

Li Jinhua, who was frail and sickly, hardly ever left the door, had never heard of these things, and expressed her attitude.

"Which people are enshrined in the shrine, are there any Koreans?"

Che Feigang looked like he had eaten Coptis chinensis, and said with a wry smile: "Damn it, it would be great if only Koreans were enshrined in it, but the smoky atmosphere inside is all from Taiwan!!"

Men and women are different, but Li Jinhua, who is diligent and thrifty, does not think about these things. Frowning, Li Jinhua said fearfully: "Emma! If I were to estimate, the Water Police Station and the Gendarmerie Dispatch Team will definitely come to collect taxes again! "

Hearing this, Che Fei stood up abruptly, "Paralyzed, why don't these goddamn islanders die, they can't even eat enough, our family doesn't have money anymore, don't pay, don't pay, Just don’t pay!! Do whatever you like!!”

"Hmph!" Li Jinhua glanced at him, "You forgot about our neighbor Erlang, why is he swollen and dead!?"

"Hey! Erlang can be regarded as a man of love and righteousness. In order to prevent his unmarried wife from being taken away by the islanders, he was beaten to death by the islanders. His wife was also taken away in the end. I don't know now. Dead or alive..."

Hearing his wife Li Jinhua talk about Erlang next door, Che Feigang's confidence was almost gone, and the rhythm of cursing just now was no longer there.

The husband and wife chatted for a while, Li Jinhua didn't continue talking, and lowered his head to eat slowly.

Looking at the white neck and beautiful figure of his sickly wife, although the clothes are tattered like his own, they are very attractive.

When the adults were talking, the five-year-old son Da Xiong didn't interrupt, he lowered his head obediently and silently stuffed his mouth with unnutritious food.

......

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

Someone slammed on the door vigorously, probably because the islanders came to collect taxes again. Che Feigang and his wife Li Jinhua were frightened and panicked, and Daxiong even hid in his mother's arms all at once.

"His mother, you lead the big bear to hide in the inner room quickly, I will deal with them outside! Hurry up!!"

......

"Open the door! Those who open the door will work! If you don't open the door, everyone will die!!"

"Bang!"

The already rotten wooden door was easily knocked open by the wolf-like islanders, almost hitting Che Feigang's face.

"Taijun, too..."

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Three island policemen from the water police station entered the courtyard, all of them were short and tall, and the one in the middle had a swollen face. Without saying a word, he slapped Che Feigang three times in the face.

"Your conscience is so bad, why did you work for someone who didn't open the door earlier!?"

Just now he was almost hit on the head and got three big mouths, Che Fei just didn't dare to be negligent, put on a smiling face, nodded and bowed and said.

"Xiaoshan Taijun, you have worked hard, please sit in the house and work."

Seeing that Che Fei was on the road just now, Koyama Shinji was very satisfied, and nodded, "Yaoxi, you are working to open the way ahead!"

Four people filed in, and Shinji Koyama sat at the head of the dining table with a big knife and a golden horse, took out a notebook, and began to give orders like a dog.

"In order to strengthen management, we Bailing will build a shrine after a while to commemorate the soldiers who died for Bailing's prosperity..., yours, you have to pay three yen for work within three days. ..., if you can't hand it in, you will die!"

As expected, things did not go beyond Che Feigang's expectations, those who came were not kind, and those who were kind did not come, and the water police station was indeed a weasel giving a chicken New Year's greeting, without any kind intentions.

But they can't go fishing at the seaside to subsidize their living. With only two acres of Susukida in the mountains, how can Che Feigang's family spend three yen!

Che Fei was just so worried, worried, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he could just pay, but he didn't have one at home, and his relatives and neighbors were all at the same level, so where could he find money! ?

"Your Excellency Xiaoshan Taijun, our family really can't afford so much money, you see, can we waive the payment or give us a grace period, please!!"

Seeing that the frowning Che Feigang was so disrespectful to himself, Shinji Koyama was furious.

He kicked Che Feigang who was nodding and bowing hard, and Shinji Koyama roared loudly with his broken voice.

"Your, search for me!"