Two days later, Han Feng finally confirmed this seemingly incredible but undeniable fact. It was not that Li Yunlong appeared, but that he appeared himself.

To be precise, it was him, Han Fenghun, who was wearing Han Sanlangzi, who was just the stupid son of an honest farmer. Later, after the begging of Mr. Han, he was barely taken to the new group.

When Han Feng's soul merged with Sanlangzi's memory, he found in his feelings that the Sanlangzi's memory was really pitiful, and he was indeed an unscrupulous person.

It is certainly a misfortune to the soul of a low-powered man. But Han Feng's personality determines that he is like Robinson, who is optimistic and pragmatic in Crusoe. Since everything has happened, just think in a good direction. Isn't it said that attitude determines life!

First of all, the appearance is average, there is nothing to say. Although it is definitely not handsome compared to your previous life, it is not ugly. Men are mostly faces of the public. This is an era of fire. Be handsome? It’s useless.

In Han Feng's view, this may be the legendary "silly big guy"!

After the Robinson-style measurement was completed, Han Feng chuckled.

Not bad, the situation is easier to accept than I expected. In this war-torn years, I have a burly body, coupled with my smart soul from later generations, and even think deeply that I can predict that everything in the history of this sword will happen in the future. Isn’t it very exciting?

Han Feng was originally a soul who pursued excitement and had a strong acceptance. He had read novels and was not unfamiliar with the plot of soul-piercing. But he didn't expect that luck would make people happen and things would actually come to him.

After two days of figuring out the situation and tidying up his mood, Han Feng turned over and stood up from the thin cushion covered with straw on the bottom floor. It was late autumn, and the weather was already a bit of chilly. He looked around and there was no extra clothes left for himself.

Without thinking, Han Feng turned around and put on a neatly stacked set of earth-gray Eighth Route Army uniforms on his body.

"It's not bad, I'm so energetic and warm, I'm just a little tight!"

Han Feng pulled his clothes and pushed open the door of the wooden shaft. It is said that the door panels of this wooden shaft can be disassembled. When people in rural areas slaughter pigs during the Chinese New Year, they remove half of the door panels, then sharpen the knife, boil water, hook the pig's cheeks with an iron hook and pull it. The big fat pig just lay obediently on the wooden board in a loud howling sound. Soon, it will turn into pieces of fat meat and delicacies.

Outside the gate, the Eighth Route Army brothers seemed to be training, probably practicing assassination! The shouts were shocking, but I just didn't know how I practiced.

As for the shooting exercises of live ammunition target shooting? Let’s just say that even Han Feng, an outsider, knows clearly that as a younger brother who is not recognized and loved by the eldest brother, the Eighth Route Army has a shortage of ammunition storage to the extreme.

"Squad leader, that silly man came out in your military uniform." The smallest unit where Han Feng was located was Squad 3. When he walked out of the dirt house, Squad 3's deputy squad leader Xu Fengshou pulled the clothes of Squad leader Liu Zheng and chuckled, "Squad leader, look, your military uniform is almost burst by this fool."

Liu Zheng was stunned. When he looked up, he saw Han Feng coming out in his military uniform. There was a big hole in the front of his military uniform, which was a very obvious sign. The soldiers of the entire third squad knew that this was the clothes of the squad leader Liu Zheng. I heard that it was a hole left when he was fighting a bayonet with the Japanese. The story of the hole made all the soldiers of the third squad respect Liu Zheng. This was a man who had walked through the gates of hell.

"Sanlangzi, you're awake!" Liu Zheng ignored Xu Fengshou's joke and asked in an authentic local dialect: "How about it, I'm wearing this military uniform is not bad, right?"

Han Feng shook his head and tried his best to follow his previous tone: "To be honest, it's not so good, thin and not warm, the key is that it doesn't fit well, and it feels uncomfortable to wear it like a green onion wrapped with a layer of skin."

Xu Fengshou suddenly laughed, "Squad Leader, you see, the military uniform that you often don't want to wear, you always look at it. Now, you're wearing it by a big fool, and you're even ridiculed, hahaha." The soldiers in the training burst into laughter.

Liu Zheng was generous and didn't get angry. He smiled and touched Han Feng's body, saying, "The weather is cold now, and your young man's clothes are thinner. According to the old rules, when the new recruits come to the army, they are given new military uniforms. However, you may not know the situation of the army, and you are also nervous. You can just put on my military uniform and don't freeze again after turning around."

Han Feng felt that the squad leader was pretty good. He had previously reminded himself at the conference to exonerate himself and now he gave himself the military uniform that he wouldn't want to wear on weekdays. He replied: "Thank you, squad leader, but I'm a little dressed, so I'll put it back for you when I look back."

"That's OK!"

Xu Fengshou glared at Han Feng and said to Liu Zheng: "What can you do? Squad leader, you are so kind. Look at what the attitude of this fool."

"All of them are revolutionary comrades! You have to help each other." Liu Zheng comforted him, not caring about Han Feng's rudeness. Xu Fengshou had no choice but to give up.

"What are you doing?"

“The team is training.”

"Training?" Han Feng looked at the other ten soldiers from Class 3 were indeed practicing assassination with wooden guns with red belts.

Han Feng said: "Is this a red tassel gun?"

"Yeah, you fool know a lot of things!" Xu Feng's old habit of silence was recurring. Han Feng, who was not familiar with his personality, frowned. He had not experienced the tradition of veteran bullying new recruits in his previous life, but this guy was too annoying.

Liu Zheng smiled and said, "It's the Red Tassel Spear."

"Squad leader, why don't you call me when you are training?" Han Feng was very confused. Over the past week, other soldiers got up early and went to training. He fell asleep in the room, but no one even called him.

Sometimes Han Feng even doubts that he has joined the Eighth Route Army?

Little did they know that Liu Zheng and Xu Fengshou were also wondering at this moment. Since these three fools were awakened at the new leader's meeting, they seemed to have changed. They used to be just following Liu Zheng and laughed foolishly, looking like they were silly and stupid when they saw people. Often, they couldn't hold up a whole word for a long time.

Platoon leader Qian Datong ordered: Comrade Sanlangzi had problems with his mind and did not have to be treated as a normal soldier. He could just go freely on weekdays, just think that the Eighth Route Army raised a stupid son for his fellow villager. So in the third squad, Han Feng became the one who was treated "differently", and he didn't have to fuck him at all, and he just slept soundly all day long.

As expected, Sanlangzi slept all day long and became a fool who everyone in class 3 joked. Until Han Feng's soul penetrated, the changes in a few days caused the doubts of the squad leader Liu Zheng and others.

Liu Zheng couldn't figure out how to speak, but Xu Fengshou didn't care about this. He asked directly: "Sanlangzi, your mind seems to have improved a lot recently. What is going on? Could it be that you are not stupid?"

Han Feng:...
Chapter completed!