Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 285 Amitabha

Crow, I feel like I'm about to become a roast duck.

The crow that Master Zhuang was thinking about didn't withdraw to the city, not because he wanted to stay in the residence and fight the Japanese.

He's not stupid, the big guys have run away, and if he wants to take revenge and stay here to fight the Japanese, it's useless.

It's just that, at the critical moment when he led a dozen of his subordinates carrying a few wounded people, he suddenly found that he had lost an extremely important thing.

The big yellow croaker that the crow regards as treasure lost two.

After thinking about it carefully, it should be when he was going to snatch the "corpse" of the unlucky boy Wang Laoshi from the side of the burning armored vehicle. In a moment of impatience, he threw out the large yellow croaker carefully wrapped in cloth strips and inserted in his belt as a grenade.

It doesn't matter whether it explodes or not, the important thing is to subconsciously tell the crow during that time period that it will be safe at that time.

That's probably a typical case of taking money to kill you in the Republic of China version!

Crow, who finally recalled this detail, angrily gave Wang Laoshi, who was lying on the stretcher and still humming, his mind. It wasn't because of this bastard, how could he lose his big yellow croaker.

The innocent Wang honestly lay down the gun.

Then, ordering his subordinates to continue to run away with the wounded, Crow decided to turn around and look for his own big yellow croaker. It wasn't that he wanted money or his life, but that those few big yellow croakers were a bride price for him to marry her, even if she was gone. Well, as long as the bride price is still there, she will still be in his heart, and he will feel more at ease.

If even these were gone, he was afraid that the only connection with her would disappear like this.

After all, this is the crow's biggest obsession. Before he dies, he doesn't want to forget her.

With her in his heart, he could continue to muster up the courage to fight the Japanese without fear of death.

Then, it took a while to find that the crow, which he had thrown into the house across the street, was running for hundreds of meters. When he was more than 200 meters away from the city, which represented safety, the artillery fire from the Japanese army came down.

The rising fireballs mixed with the light green poisonous gas made the crow look desperately at the fortifications being blocked again.

There is no way out.

If you want to live, you can only find a place to hide.

Crow knew that if he stayed in the house, he would be grilled sooner or later by an incendiary bomb that exploded with a huge fireball, and it was not safe to stay in the cellar.

As the saying goes, quick-witted, he looked around blindly in panic, and finally found the only way to survive.

The most famous temple in Songjiang City, Xilin Temple.

It's not that the Xilin Temple, blessed by the Buddha, has a copper wall and an iron wall, which cannot be burned by fire or smoke.

Instead, there is a pagoda in the main courtyard of Xilin Temple, which is 30 meters high and is located in the temple. The surrounding houses are still a certain distance away from it. The odds of survival should be much higher than staying on the ground.

The current crow is on this pagoda, which is almost the highest position in Songjiang City, staring at the entire block.

At least one-fifth of the houses outside the city were ignited by the terrible incendiary bombs of the Japanese army, including the land where he was located. A large number of wooden structures in the Zen Temple were emitting thick smoke and flames, making the crows at a height of 30 meters Can feel the terrible heat caused by violent burning.

His hair has become curly, and the military uniform has been taken off because of the unbearable heat. The shirtless young man is covered with oil and sweat.

During the 20 minutes when the fire started, the crow felt that sooner or later he would become a roast duck, the kind that was sizzling with oil.

Fortunately, the Buddha appeared again.

There was a continuous drizzle in the sky, and it was cold and wet, and it actually suppressed the fire that was waiting to burn.

"Amitabha! Buddha bless you! You scared me to death." A shiny little head poked out his head, looked at the gradually extinguished fire under the pagoda, and clasped his palms together to express his sincere praise to the Buddha.

"Buddha can make the dragon king rain and put out the fire, but it doesn't mean he can help you block the bullets, you little bastard who doesn't obey the military order, why don't you hide well for me." The crow looking outside through the stone gap of the pagoda didn't Angrily slap Xiao Guang on the head. "Also, do you think the Buddha is because of your fake?"

"Call me an asshole? Huh! Without me, Lennon would probably be familiar with it by now." The little bald man on the top of his head, who was not ordained, rolled his eyes angrily. "Maybe the old Buddha thinks that I have the roots of wisdom, so he came here to save me."

But the body was very honest, hiding the protruding bald head back.

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But there is no way to refute.

What the little bald head said was the truth, without the appearance of a fake like him, the crow would probably have become a roast duck before it even had time to reach this pagoda.

Crow, who hastily selected the best place to avoid incendiary bombs and gas bombs, did not run directly to Xilin Temple.

Instead, return to the original hiding place and carry some ammunition and weapons that must be given up because of the need to carry the wounded.

He had a hunch that after the shelling, the Japanese army would enter the fire site to search if the fire was small. If he could escape the catastrophe by chance, he might not be able to escape the Japanese army's bullets, and the burned-out blocks would no longer be able to give him the same protection as before. Provide enough space for exercise.

Then fight the devil.

It would be foolish to want to fight the Japanese just by relying on a shell gun and a few magazines on his body. Therefore, the crow returned to the hiding place with a light machine gun on his back and two rifles made by his brother Hanyang who died in battle. With 10 grenades and the remaining 300 rounds of ammunition issued by the light machine gun, he regarded himself as Rambo in the security regiment.

Although the weight of 40 kilograms made the crow's movements far less agile than usual, but relying on his familiarity with the road and good luck, he insisted on making it to the Xilin Temple 300 meters away under the artillery fire.

However, after entering the gate of the temple, the crow used up his good luck.

An incendiary bomb exploded right at the courtyard wall of the temple. The green brick courtyard wall blocked sparks from flying around, but did not block the air waves.

The rushing shock wave directly rolled up the crow and flew it to the entrance of the hall, and it fell unconscious.

According to the routine operation, the crows that were thrown away at the entrance of the main hall would either be suffocated to death by poison gas, or roasted by the fire, or the kind that smelled fragrant.

Fortunately, this is the site of the Buddha.

A person who was not supposed to be here rushed out of the hall and woke the crow up with a basin of water.

The dazed crow didn't have time to ask the thirteen or fourteen-year-old little bald head why he didn't leave, so he knocked down the basin in the little bald head's hand with extreme arrogance, stopping his impractical idea of ​​carrying water to put out the burning fire, and picked up the pot on the ground. The fallen guns and bullets led him to kick open the wooden door under the pagoda and climb up the stairs to the top of the pagoda.

Then, the two watched the overwhelming incendiary bombs hit the temple. Even the golden body of the Buddha could not stop this man-made disaster. The temple and the surrounding dwellings were ablaze. It continued to explode and scattered on the ground like ghosts.

The young man with a small bald head looked at the burning main hall and side hall, with a heartbroken expression on his face.

Although Wu Ya didn't believe in Buddhism before, all the monks in Xilin Temple, from the abbot to the monks, were all 'gifted' out of the temple by the security team the afternoon before yesterday, and none of them were left behind. Rescuing him somewhat made him feel a little guilty towards the old Buddha, who was still cultivating a golden body in the raging fire.

He has enough respect for a bald-headed teenage boy who braved gunfire and wanted to fight the fire.

But soon, when the crow asked why the little bald head stayed in the monastery, the little bald head's eyes began to become erratic, and his words faltered, saying that he did his evening class too late the day before yesterday and slept too much in the meditation room , When he woke up, everyone was gone, and he hid in the depths of the temple in a moment of panic.

These nonsense, it may be okay to deceive an honest gentleman, but in front of the crow, who lives in the old world by cheating, it is simply playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong's door.

"It doesn't matter that you saved me, but there is no favor in wartime. Anyone who may become a devil's spy will be punished. At worst, I will give you my life back after I finish beating up the Japanese."

Seeing the sneer at the corner of Crow's mouth, and his "sinister" behavior of patting the cannon in his waist, the little bald man's psychological defense finally collapsed.

Crow finally met a guy who was more desperate than himself to collect money.

It was none other than this little guy named Xia Dayu in front of him.

What kind of little monk is he? The reason why he has a bald head is just so that he can have an explainable identity after being caught by the soldiers.

Ever since Songjiang organized the city-wide evacuation, this guy has had the idea of ​​sending out 'national wealth'.

Of course, this kid is not targeting private houses with closed doors. In his words, whether the owner is at home or not, that is stealing, and he is not a thief.

What he focused on was Xilin Temple. Xilin Temple had a wishing pool, and there were many copper and silver coins left by pilgrims in it. When the monks retreated, they couldn't take them with them.

What he went to get the Buddha was borrowed, not stolen. He had already said this in front of the Buddha. When he grew up and developed, he would definitely return ten times the incense money.

You know, Xia Dayu, who even designed his hairstyle, went wrong after all. On the first night, the silver and copper coins in the wishing pool were touched by him a lot, but before he left, the 3rd Battalion of the Security Regiment came Taking this place as a stronghold, an infantry platoon moved in.

Therefore, the unlucky boy Xia Dayu who took more than a dozen silver dollars from the Buddha could only hide in the heavy veils behind the golden body of the Buddha. up.

Until all the members of the security team evacuated, the thief 'Sami' who was dizzy from hunger was planning to search the temple to see if there were any valuables left by the Buddha.

As a result, there was this crisis.

As for the heartbroken face just now, it is natural that there may be valuable things that will be burned.

Really, it hurts so much!
Lao Tzu, take it!

At that time, the crow really had a black line on his forehead.

(End of this chapter)