Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 758

In the silent crowd of hundreds of people watching.

The little Taoist priest in a navy blue taoist robe, with white cloth wrapped around his eyes, stood quietly on the field with his hands hanging by his side.

Everything seemed extremely quiet, as if it was a different world from the bustling streets not far away.

Only pretending to be calm, he gently shook the wooden stick in his hand above the sergeant's head, and there was a soft ringing of copper bells.

No one dared to urge the little Taoist priest who hadn't moved. This kind of knife throwing stunt has gone beyond the scope of performance. Once a miss occurs, it will lead to catastrophe.

Not to mention this kind of wartime, even in peacetime, killing and wounding a soldier is basically a capital crime, and some people who are afraid of trouble have quietly stayed away.

Being keen on curious human nature makes more people choose to stay and wait for miracles to happen.

After 30 seconds of this suffocating silence, the sergeant finally couldn't bear it any longer, and simply broke the jar and said, "Little Taoist priest, can you be so good? If you can't, I won't accompany you."

The little Taoist's answer was straightforward.

Raise your arms!

Within two seconds, four bright sword lights flashed!
Four darts were impressively pierced on a board that was no wider than the size of an adult's palm.

Two-handed knife throwing is more difficult than the previous one-handed dart. In addition, blindfolded, the legendary listening to the sound, the two are integrated to form an unbelievable miracle.

The army sergeant obviously didn't realize that the miracle had happened, and was still shaking the wooden stick in his hand instinctively.

"Okay!" The crowd of onlookers was quiet for a few seconds before they gave a thunderous applause.

It wasn't until this moment that the army sergeant subconsciously looked above his head and found that all four darts were stuck on the wooden board.

Putting down the wooden stick, he pulled out the dart with his hands. The thick muscles on his forearm puffed up before he pulled out the dart. Only then did he see that the dart had penetrated a full three to four centimeters into the wooden board.

The army sergeant had a look of surprise on his face. As a soldier, he knew all too well what this meant.

When a Taoist priest dared to shoot a throwing knife blindfolded since he was a child, his soldier's instincts told him that his accuracy was probably not bad, and his frightened appearance was actually pretended to cheer up the little Taoist priest.

The army sergeant who retreated here from the battlefield has been in Xuzhou City for several days, and he has seen too much suffering of more than [-] to [-] refugees in the city, but he is just a small soldier, so what can he do?

It's rare to see a foreigner willing to perform for the rescue of refugees. He will naturally help. A piece of silver is not enough. He is more willing to risk his life as a prop for the little Taoist priest. He also believes that the little Taoist priest can see it.

No matter how accurate you are, if you don't have enough strength, it's just a play skill, but if you add enough strength, it's a typical killing technique.

Even such a thick elm board can penetrate three or four centimeters, so what about a human body? Within a distance of 20 meters, there is enough lethality.

Isn't this the master of cold weapons that the chief said?As the most elite unit of the Independent Battalion, not only is it accurate in marksmanship, it must also be able to become the most ferocious killing weapon in close-range hand-to-hand combat.

But relatively speaking, training a master of cold weapons is much more difficult than training a gunner. At least in the current independent battalion, none of them can meet the requirements of the chief.

Unexpectedly, the officer asked him to enter Xuzhou City ahead of time to look for large commercial firms such as Mashi and Liangpu to inquire about the market, but when he found such a big treasure, the army sergeant became very excited.

However, there was no expression on his face when he was excited in his heart, and he roared boldly: "Okay!", and threw the two pieces of silver in his purse into the hands of the refugee who was holding a bamboo basket.

Seeing the generosity of the army sergeant, most of the onlookers took some copper coins and threw them into the bamboo baskets, even though most of them had little money in their pockets. Several soldiers even followed the example of their colleagues and threw silver coins.

After a while, there were more than a dozen silver coins and more than a dozen French coins in the bamboo basket, and copper coins even covered the bottom of the bamboo basket.

The eyes of the refugees who were originally invited to serve as trustees flashed a desire for surprise and surprise. For them, it was a life-saving money, at least two or three hundred catties of grain could be bought. Unexpectedly, the Taoist leader could complete it with only one performance.

"Thank you for your support, Xiaodao is very grateful!" Ming Xin also solemnly bowed to the people and soldiers outside the arena as Taoist priests to express his gratitude.

A show raised more than 20 silver dollars, which was far beyond Ming Xin's estimate.

The crowd dispersed, only the army sergeant who stood quietly outside the crowd did not leave. Mingxin glanced at him from a distance, called the thin man in charge of collecting the money, and told him in a low voice to take ten people to collect all the money. All the money was used to buy food, which was distributed according to the previous promise of half a catty per person, and the rest was cooked into rice porridge, which was thicker, and distributed to the refugees who knew about it.

If it is done well, there will be more tomorrow, otherwise, there will be only this meal.

The thin man's complexion was sallow at first, but now his face was flushed because of excitement, and he patted his chest to promise that he would fulfill the arrangement of the Taoist master and never let down the love of the Taoist master.

After everyone dispersed, Ming Xin went to the army sergeant who was quietly waiting for him: "Mr. Jun, I have to thank you for your wholehearted help today. Otherwise, Xiaodao's first performance in his life would never have been so smooth."

"Little Taoist priest, you are so good at it, how can you hide it like this? I am waiting for you, just to invite you to join my battalion on behalf of my commander, and go to battle to kill devils, okay!" The army sergeant was simple and direct, saying Reasons to wait for Mingxin Trail.

Mingxin was a little bit taken aback, perhaps he didn't expect this person to invite him to join the army so directly without any foreshadowing. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, but he shook his head and refused: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jun, if I were outside the city, I might immediately follow you." You go, but you can't do it now."

"Oh? Why?" The army sergeant may have thought that he would be rejected, but he didn't expect this reason, so he couldn't help being a little curious.

"Those refugees are suffering too much. If we don't help them, they will die. I can't devote myself to eradicating the demons in this world." Ming Xin said.

"Little Taoist priest, do you know how many refugees our army has lost after two consecutive battles?" The army sergeant stretched out a finger and persuaded him patiently: "It's a million, just a little more. Those hundred people, but can you save those one million people? The culprits are the Japanese devils who invaded our country, as long as they are driven back, the people in this world will have a better life."

"Mr. Jun, I know the truth of what you said, but I am a cultivator who pays attention to following my heart. Slaying demons and demons to protect my Huaxia is my heart. It is also my heart to eliminate the strong, help the weak and save people from fire and water. Original heart!" Ming Xin made a Taoist bow with one hand. "Please also leave the serial number of the military master. In the future, I will think that I have done what I should do, and I will join the army to kill the enemy!"

"Okay! Little Taoist, remember it well. Our army is an independent battalion directly under the 43rd Army of the National Revolutionary Army. It will soon arrive in Xuzhou. If you want to find our army, it will only be a few days." Army Central Seeing that the little Taoist was extremely stubborn, the scholar could only settle for the next best thing.

But in his heart, he secretly planned to stay in Xuzhou City these few days, not for anything else, just for this little Taoist priest.

He believed that his own officials would not let such a good special soldier go, and he even thought that if he could partner with this little Taoist priest who has the skill of listening to the voice and throwing knives, he would be able to pinch the whistle in the middle of the night.

The army sergeant's name is Lu Zhongda, and he is a member of Gu Xishui's special team. As a machine gunner who is nearly 30 years old but only has three years of military experience, Lu Zhongda actually did not belong to the 88th Division, but a business failure. The militiamen who took refuge in the militia were recruited into the 88th division before the Battle of Sixing Warehouse due to the heavy losses of the 88th division in the battle of Songhu.

Originally, Lu Zhongda was just a peddler. In the eyes of many regular soldiers, he was just cannon fodder. Unexpectedly, Lu Zhongda not only survived, but also died in the battle of the main and deputy machine gunners in the Sixing Warehouse. A light machine gun, accidentally developed a talent for machine gun shooting, and became more courageous in the later battles, killing dozens of enemies with a light machine gun.

Although his military rank is only sergeant now, in fact, that is the result of jumping three ranks in a row. In fact, he did not even have a military rank in the militia before, and he was given the rank of second-class soldier when he entered the 88th division.

Gu Xishui was selected into the special operations team because of his precise machine gun shooting skills, and his rich experience in the world.

Otherwise, Tang Dao would not have just sent him to Xuzhou to investigate the prices of Xuzhou's local horse market and grain market one step ahead of the main force.

Little Daoist Mingxin didn't know that he had missed the most suitable army for him, and he didn't know that there would be a special soldier who would treat him as a treasure and stay in Xuzhou City for him. He only knew that he had to do something for those refugees. something.

The refugees did not disappoint him. Seven or eight refugees went to the grain shop and bought all the money raised by Mingxin’s performance. They boiled it in the open space under the city wall at noon that day with a few large pots borrowed from the soup kitchen. Make rice porridge.

It's just that it wasn't as thick as Ming Xin imagined.

Indeed, there are too many people.

The refugees who heard the news gathered more than 2000 people in less than an hour. Even the army in charge of city defense was alarmed and sent an infantry platoon to maintain order.

Facing the yellow-faced and emaciated refugees who were waiting for food, several refugees who had deeply felt the taste of hunger had to cook gruel, and then barely shared a bowl for each person.

And there are more refugees coming here from farther away, Mingxin can't refuse the expectations of the refugees, so he has to perform again.

However, Ming Xin is very smart and knows that although his flying knife skill is very good, but now is a time of war and chaos, and no one is rich in the pockets of the people, it is difficult to have the previous effect after performing in a certain area.

For three days, Ming Xin took more than a dozen refugees who had filled their stomachs and gained some strength, and traveled throughout Xuzhou city to perform.

When the harvest is good, the income can be as high as 20 silver dollars at a time, and when the harvest is not good, there are constant applause, but there are only three or five silver dollars in the bamboo basket.

There was even a moment when the military police saw that there were too many people gathered and dispersed the crowd before Ming Xin started his performance.

However, this did not disappoint Mingxin who was trying to pursue his true heart.

In this world, everyone has their own position and ideas, and different positions are bound to have different views.

It may be difficult for them to not give money after watching the excitement; the military and police who violently dispersed the crowd did not want the crowd to gather to pose a threat.

However, this noon, Ming Xin was angry.

Some people's hearts are really dark.

In the morning, Mingxin ran to two places in a row, and worked hard to perform two performances, but only raised nearly ten silver dollars. According to the current market price, it was only money to buy eighty or ninety catties of polished rice, but the city wall There are more than 3000 people waiting to drink porridge. This is already a noon that is destined to completely turn rice porridge into clear water porridge.

But what Mingxin didn't expect was that the unscrupulous shopkeeper in front of him took the money and gave them only the first bag of 20 catties of polished rice, and the remaining three bags were brown rice mixed with an unknown number of stones. Shi Zi'er had half of them, and the refugees who did not check in detail because the bag was tightly tied cried sadly on the spot.

As the saying goes, a man does not flick his tears lightly, but a few big men cried because they were cheated for buying rice!
Naturally, Mingxin would not comply, and asked for a refund with a few bags of brown rice.

"Hehe! Daoist, you are wrong. What evidence do you have to prove that this is bought from the grain store? Even if you bought it from the grain store, once the rice grain is sold, it will not be returned or exchanged. This is the rule of the grain store. In addition , you said that there are stones in these three bags of brown rice, so can I suspect that the Taoist priest and your people put them in to corrupt the grain store?" The shopkeeper of the grain store with a pair of slender eyes and sharp cheeks smiled. Very villainous.

"Shopkeeper, you know what you do yourself. Xiaodao, I am an outsider, so I won't trouble you for no reason!" Ming Xin suppressed his anger and remained calm. "If you exchanged the food for the lives of the living refugees today, the evil things you did should have never happened. Otherwise, don't blame me for suing the officials!"

"Tsk tsk! Sue the officer! Then please do your own thing, the Taoist priest. Now you can go as much as you want, don't block my business!" There is a long queue of people with bags. "Ask them, are you willing to watch the Taoist priest make trouble here?"

"Treasurer Wang, I think it's not easy for Taoist priests to raise money and food to help those refugees. Why don't you just make up for him with a lot of rice and food?" voice.

"Who? Who is speaking for him? It's really a toad yawning --- what a big tone!" The sharp-faced shopkeeper frowned. "Since some people want to indulge this Taoist priest to make trouble for no reason, that's very good, buddy, go and write, because of the lack of food today, the price of food has risen by [-]%!"

"Shopkeeper Wang, don't, don't!"

"Xiao Daoist, please do me a favor, let's go! Don't make trouble here!"

"That's right! Who doesn't wait for the rice to go to the pot! Little Taoist priest, the price of food is already high, and if it rises by [-]%, the family will not be able to survive."

Hearing this, the crowd was blown up, the wind direction changed immediately, and everyone was eager to drive Mingxin away.

"You are a profiteer who bullies and dominates the market! You should be killed!" No matter how much Ming Xin is a cultivator, he has been cultivating himself in the mountains for more than ten years, but he is still a young man. At this time, his anger welled up, and he slapped him.

"Boom!" The sharp-faced shopkeeper came directly and took off on the spot.

Ming Xin slapped a human body weighing more than one hundred catties flying two meters, and smashed it hard on a square table where grain was placed, crushing the square table to pieces.

The crowd that was still chaotic just now suddenly fell silent.

Shopkeeper Wang, who was lying on the ground, was obviously stunned by the sudden slap. He didn't recover for more than ten seconds. It wasn't until half of his sharp face became 'fat' visible to the naked eye that he realized that he was being slapped. beated.

"You're so rich!" Shopkeeper Wang, who covered his face with one hand, pointed at Ming Xin with the other and trembled.

It wasn't until he made a sound that he couldn't believe it himself, and tremblingly groped for his mouth, only to find that his two front teeth were also blown away by Ming Xin's big mouth, and the wind leaked like 80 years old old lady.

This meant that Ming Xin finally took a little effort at the moment when he slapped him, otherwise, how could this guy have a chance to test whether his mouth was leaking or not?

"Nursing courtyard, nursing courtyard, someone is robbing food!" The stunned boy shouted frantically.

There were hurried footsteps in the food store.

The crowd who bought food dispersed, and many people left quietly.

As locals, they knew the strength of this grain store that had just arrived in Xuzhou City.What kind of background should there be for a grain store that can overwhelm a group of local snakes and climb to the top three grain stores in Xuzhou City if it is not a strong dragon crossing the river?
Not far away, Lu Zhongda who had just arrived also saw this scene, but frowned quietly.

He has also inquired about Tang's Food Company, which is one of the best in Xuzhou City. Although Tang's Food Company was established only a month ago, I heard that it has a strong background. The one who nodded and bowed, and I heard that he has a military background.

On weekdays, the short catty is less than two, and brown rice is exchanged for polished rice. Even the locals do not dare to say a few words.Not to mention outsiders, they basically suffer from being dumb.

The independent camp needs to buy food, so such a food business is naturally on the blacklist, and it is better to have less dealings.

Unexpectedly, the independent camp didn't mess with such a black-hearted businessman, but Ming Xin beat up the shopkeeper at the front desk, and even knocked out his teeth, which was destined to cause a big disaster.

More than a dozen guards with big arms and round waists rushed to them aggressively, but Ming Xin was happy and fearless!

Slaying demons and eliminating demons is based on the original heart!
These people are not monsters, but they are little ghosts who cause trouble in the world!
The master said, then beat him up!

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ps: Today is still two chapters in one, a 5000-word chapter!
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