Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Jiang Jiyuan looked at the half banknote stuffed into his hand and wanted to say something but held back.

"boom!"

Ling Feng walked up to the struggling Japanese prince and knocked him unconscious with a single slash of his hand.

Jiang Jiyun whispered a few words into Yan Xuyang's ear, and Yan Xuyang put Jiang Jiyun down and went out.

"We must hurry back and send a telegram to the base and Lao Qin, asking them to respond at any time."

After saying that, Lao Zhao and Jiang Jiyuan expressed their thanks again and then left the haunted house. Only the unconscious prince and the brother and sister were left in the house.

"If I had known this would happen, should I have released this prince?" Jiang Jiyun said sullenly.

Jiang Jiyuan came over and touched his sister's hat and said, "The prince and his men will know about this tomorrow at the latest. The Japs will not give up until they see the body. We have to leave quickly."

Jiang Jiyun said with a firm look in her eyes: "I have arranged for Brother Xuyang to take a donkey cart to the coffin shop to buy a coffin and put him in the coffin. Then, I will dress him up carefully, so that even if the Japanese come to check, they will find it difficult to recognize that this is their prince." As she spoke, she walked over and untied the clothes wrapped around the Japanese's head.

Jiang Jiyuan came over again and carefully fed a little bit of powder to the devil, explaining: "This will keep him unconscious for a longer time and will be safer."

Jiang Jiyun gave her brother a thumbs up and said, "Brother, go find him a set of clothes and shoes from your fellow villager and change them into. I'll help him with his face first." After that, she took out a box.

Jiang Jiyuan looked at the thing in his sister's hand curiously and asked, "What is this?"

Jiang Jiyun coaxed him, saying, "This is the makeup used by the Japanese women. We can paint his face pale so that he looks like a ghost."

Jiang Jiyuan stood up and said, "Then I will go inform your sister-in-law and Wanting, and let them meet us outside the city gate." After that, he ran out quickly.

When Yan Xuyang drove the donkey cart carrying the coffin slowly over, he saw from afar Jiang Jiyuan changing clothes for the "corpse".

By the time they finally got the person into the coffin, the two young and strong men were so tired that they were panting and slumped aside.

At this time, Jiang Jiyun found a quilt from somewhere and gently covered the "corpse" with it and pressed it down.

"We can't let him freeze to death, otherwise all our efforts will be in vain." Jiang Jiyun said to his brother worriedly while busying himself, "But if we cover him with the coffin lid like this, will he suffocate to death?"

Yan Xuyang shook his head: "Don't worry, as long as the nail is not hammered to death, his life will not be in danger."

Jiang Jiyuan used a rope to secure the coffin, then pulled the reins and walked towards the city gate. Yan Xuyang followed closely behind him, carrying Jiang Jiyun on his back.

Fortunately, there was no one guarding or checking the city gate today.

They passed through the city gate smoothly and successfully met up with Du Wanqing who had been waiting there.

Then they placed their luggage next to the coffin and prepared to move on.

Yan Xuyang's helmet was also taken off by him, leaving only a simple helmet. Just in case, he kept the iron pieces on it and threw away the helmet.

Several people did not dare to stop along the way. Except for stopping to eat and rest, they just hurried on their way.

After sending the telegram, Lao Zhao began to deal with the captured Japanese soldiers.

He selected one who resembled the prince and took him away, while the other prisoners were executed on the spot.

On the evening of the same day, Lao Zhao led everyone and swaggered out of the north gate.

Along the way, they loudly declared that they would go to Jiangbei and hand over the devil prince to the Xingsi army's large force.

When people everywhere learned that it was the Japanese prince who was captured, they finally understood why the war broke out. No wonder the Japanese troops tried so frantically to send reinforcements.

After eight or nine days of traveling day and night, except for the pregnant Du Wanqing who could ride in the ox cart, everyone else, including Jiang Jiyun who could temporarily lie on the coffin lid to rest, had to walk. The long walk caused blisters to form on the soles of everyone's feet.

Finally, they arrived outside Jiading City. It was only sixteen days away from the Chinese New Year. The people standing outside the city were full of confidence, believing that they would be able to reunite with their families before the New Year.

"Hey! What are you doing? Why are you carrying a coffin into the city? Don't you know that you are not allowed to bring such things into the city?" The Imperial Army stopped Jiang Jiyuan and others who were pulling the donkey cart, their eyes full of vigilance and suspicion.

The person who came to check carefully looked at Jiang Jiyuan and his group. Seeing that their faces were chapped and their hands were covered with cracks, he couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Who are you in the coffin? Don't you know the rules?"

Jiang Jiyuan quickly lowered his head and said, "To answer your question, the person lying inside is my uncle."

"Why did you bring them here? Your accent doesn't sound like that of locals, and your dialect is weird too. Open the coffin and let us check it." An Imperial Army soldier narrowed his eyes and looked them up and down, as if trying to find some clues from them.

Jiang Jiyuan's heart tightened, but he still pretended to be calm and quickly opened the coffin lid. A strong stench immediately wafted out from inside.

"Ugh... Cover it up quickly! Tell us how he died?" The Imperial Army soldier who was going to check covered his nose, quickly retreated a few steps, and his face became very ugly.

"Alas! My uncle was a naughty boy who seduced someone else's young wife. As a result, he was beaten to death by the man's family. Before he died, he said he wanted to be buried in his hometown, where he returns to his roots. We had no choice but to send him back with great difficulty." Jiang Jiyuan sighed helplessly and made up a story.

"So that's how it is. But how long have you been dead? Why does it smell so strong? And where is your hometown? We don't seem to have seen you before." The Imperial Army was still a little suspicious and continued to ask.

"Master Jun, please stop asking questions. This matter is too embarrassing. If it gets out, our family will be too ashamed to face anyone in our hometown."

As Jiang Jiyuan spoke, he took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the Imperial Army soldier, saying with a smile: "Soldier, this little money is your hard work pay. It's so cold and you're still sticking to your post. It's really hard work. Use this money to buy some wine and food. It's my little token of my appreciation." He lowered his voice for fear of being heard by others.

The Imperial Army soldier took the money, squeezed it with his hands, felt the thickness of the banknote, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Okay, since you are so sensible, I will let you go this time. But remember, don't make this mistake again in the future." After that, he waved his hand to signal them that they could leave.