As soon as Xiaofeng heard this, a smile appeared on his face, and he repeatedly thanked the guard, and wanted to walk inside.
The guard's lips were slightly colored, his eyes looked away, but his legs suddenly stretched out towards Xiaofeng.
Xiaofeng wanted to go in, but he didn't notice the guard's small movements at all. He didn't expect that the guard would stretch out his leg to stir him. The foot that stepped out hooked the leg that suddenly stretched out, and his body immediately lost his center of gravity. Fell to the ground.
Hu Feng is a martial artist with swift eyes and quick hands. When he saw the guard’s leg stretched out, his hand also stretched out and grabbed Xiaofeng’s arm at the right time, “Watch the road carefully, you’re fine if you fall. Bumped into these two military masters."
Xiaofeng nodded with a pale face: "Yes, yes, I was too careless."
Hu Feng glanced faintly at the guard who stretched his legs, and his cool eyes seemed to hold a sharp knife.
The guard obviously didn't pay attention to the two of them. With Hu Feng's sharp gaze, he didn't even see it at all. He just smiled triumphantly, madly.
Seeing that Hu Feng's mood was not right, Xiaofeng hurriedly took him away: "Brother Hu, I'm fine, let's go."
Hu Feng silently wrote down the ugly faces of the two men, and swallowed the breath for the time being. One day, he would spit it out again, spit it out fiercely.
Dongqiying is different from other camps. There are wooden fences around the camp to separate Dongqiying from other camps.
Xiaofeng pointed to the camp ahead and said, "That's it."
The guards outside the camp were sitting outside the tent and napping, and they didn't even wake up when they approached.
Dongqiying is very quiet, very quiet.
There are a total of three camps in the camp. Only the door in front of you is guarded. It seems that only this one is closed for people, and the other camps are empty. Even if they are not empty, they must be locked with insignificant prisoners.
Hu Feng hissed at Xiaofeng, motioning to him not to wake the guard in front of him, lest he, like the two in front of him, would have to toss them if nothing happened.
The two entered the tent lightly, a foul smell rushing over their faces.
There is an unpleasant fecal smell, the rotten smell of skin and flesh after purulent, and the moldy smell of food, mixed together, and stinky choking nose.
Since Xiaofeng entered the tent, tears couldn't help falling down. He tried his best to hold it back, but he couldn't help it when he saw the terrible situation of the person inside.
Hu Feng held his hand tightly, warmly and forcefully: "Don't say anything, hold this first." Although he hasn't seen the appearance of these criminals clearly, he still has a faint feeling in his heart that these people may be with himself. There is a connection.
After handing the food box to Xiaofeng, he turned around and walked out of the camp. After making sure that there was no one, he stretched out his hand and slashed at the sleepy guard, stunned him with a palm.
He returned to the tent and saw Xiaofeng kneeling in front of a comatose prisoner, shaking the prisoner's body constantly, tears falling down like broken beads, open his mouth and wanted to scream. But he didn't dare to scream, his trembling mouth only kept whining.
Hu Feng stepped forward and patted Xiaofeng on the shoulder, "Don't cry, he is not dead yet, he is still alive."
Xiaofeng wiped away the tears from his face and looked at Hu Feng imploringly: "Brother Hu, I know you are a capable person, please, please help him."
Hu Feng was not surprised that he would make such a request. Since Xiaofeng went back crying, he knew that the people in the Dongqi Camp must be his relatives.
"Who is he? Why is he locked up here?" Hu Feng asked.