Ronin: Start with the cotton

Chapter 4 Hammer?

"what!!!"

Qiao Shan's throwing technique was very accurate. The two little devils each had a pot of boiling water, and they hit the target with precision without any deviation.Before the two of them could react, they were doused with boiling water, and they were instantly scalded to the point where they wailed horribly!
Qiao Shan's heart skipped a beat, and he thought it was not good.

Quickly picked up the big wooden block and slammed it on the head of a little devil!
If the screams brought in other devils from outside, it would be a mess!
boom!
There was a muffled sound, and the devil who screamed the loudest rolled his eyes and passed out.

……

Enduring the severe pain from the burn, the other devil rushed to get the long gun on the ground. Qiao Shan had sharp eyesight and quick feet, and kicked it out, directly kicking the gun away from the little devil!

The youngest and the storyteller hurried out from behind the stove,

The three of them surrounded the little devil together.

"You don't plant cotton at home, come to us to kill people and set fire! Today I will let you taste the power of the stick!"

The youngest stared at the little devil in front of him, gritted his teeth,
He rounded the mallet in his hand, and slammed it hard at the little devil!
"Ouch~"

The next moment, the storyteller wobbled and fell down with his head in his arms, a large red and swollen bump was visible to the naked eye.

……

Qiao Shan didn't have time to think about it, he stepped forward and slammed into the little devil who was waiting for an opportunity to escape, and while the little devil fell, he slapped the devil's face twice with a round wooden block, and smashed the remaining little devil fainted.

"Youngest! Why are you smashing the storyteller!"

Qiao Shan was dumbfounded.

Didn't this happen in the original plot?

This even knocked the storyteller unconscious!
Qiao Shan squatted down to check the storyteller's breath, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, still alive!

……

The youngest smiled awkwardly, shrank his head:

"Missed..."

In fact, it didn't miss the target, it was because the little devil dodged his body and hit the storyteller.

"Forget it! Don't worry about these things, come here and take off the ghost clothes of the two of them!"

"Huh? Take clothes off? Uncle Shunzi, you..."

"Shut up! Keep your voice down!"

Qiao Shan dragged the two little devils to a hidden place in the corner, searched left and right, found a ball of hemp rope from the debris pile, looked at the two little devils who had fainted under his feet, paused, his eyes fluctuated unknowingly Thinking about something.

Next moment, take a deep breath,

Without hesitation, he wrapped the hemp rope around the little devil's neck...

……

When Qiao Shan picked up the hemp rope, the youngest had vaguely guessed what he was going to do, but seeing Qiao Shan calmly dealt with the two of them the whole time, he couldn't help shivering.

I haven't offended Uncle Shunzi before, have I?

Too scary!

Qiao Shan looked back at him and said:
"What are you doing in a daze? Come here and take off their devil clothes together!"

Probably guessing what the youngest was thinking, Qiao Shan smiled wryly and said:

"What are you afraid of! They are little devils! They are invaders! Don't think they are young, but they may have killed many of our compatriots! Don't forget, they are here to arrest the Eighth Route Army!"

Qiao Shan's face became serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"Youngest, remember, kindness to your enemies is cruelty to your own people!

Don't show kindness indiscriminately, it will kill people! "

……

In fact, Qiao Shan was also afraid,
At this moment, his heart was beating so fast that he didn't even dare to look at the dead little devil's face.

But he understands what the people in this land are suffering at this time, this is not filming, not acting in a movie, he is personally experiencing that humiliating history!
He has to do it!

Calming down his mood, Qiao Shan tried his best to let his rationality prevail, buried the stripped little devil with a pile of firewood, and said to the youngest:

"Put on the ghost suit!"

The youngest nodded, this time without asking why, and silently began to change into the devil clothes he had just taken off.

He now regards Qiao Shan as his own uncle from the bottom of his heart!

It feels like being covered by an uncle, so reassuring!
……

"Uncle Shunzi, let's change into the devil's clothes, are we going to pretend to be a devil and escape... Hey, Uncle Shunzi, why don't you change?"

The youngest changed into the devil's uniform and put on the Japanese army cap. Looking back, he found that Qiao Shan was still wearing the same linen shirt.

Qiao Shan hid the storyteller and Er Zhu behind the stove and said:

"The little devil's clothes are too ugly, so I won't wear them!"

The youngest: "..."

Qiao Shan kicked the water tank next to him and said:

"Shopkeeper, come out!"

From the sound of the gunshot of the devil entering the village, the teahouse manager immediately hid in the water tank, so fast that Qiao Shan didn't even have time to react.

"The shopkeeper's is in the water tank?"

The youngest was wondering where the owner of the teahouse was hiding and why he suddenly disappeared.Hearing Qiao Shan's words, he lifted the bamboo woven cover on the water tank curiously, looked down, and met the shopkeeper of the teahouse in the water tank with a bamboo tube for ventilation.

Two people, one outside the tank and the other in the water, with big eyes facing each other,

Everyone was taken aback!
……

"puff!"

The shopkeeper poked his head out of the water tank and whispered, "Why do you call me?"

He still remembered the youngest's face, and heard the movement outside, and knew that he was not a little devil, but this sudden change of Japanese military uniform still shocked him!
"Are you resisting the Japanese?"

Qiao Shan stepped forward and stared into the eyes of the shopkeeper of the teahouse, with a serious tone.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse shrank his neck,
"anti……"

"The tone is wrong!" Qiao Shan looked at the youngest, and asked the question again:
"Youngest, are you fighting against the Japanese?"

"Resistance! I am a bastard who eats weights! Resolutely resist!"

……

The tea shopkeeper understands,
He straightened his body, crossed his waist, and said decisively:
"Resist! I am also a bastard who eats weights! Fight the Japanese with determination!"

Qiao Shan threw the ghost suit in his hand and said:

"Then put on your devil's clothes, and you and the youngest pretend to be little devils in the yard and pretend to search. If other little devils come in, you two don't need to talk, just wave your hands to show that there is no one in the yard..."

Qiao Shan found out that these little devils searched the compound in groups of two,
So he didn't dare to use the storyteller's method in the original plot. He put on a Japanese military cap behind the stove, showed his head and waved his hands to deceive another group of little devil soldiers who came in to investigate.

Not afraid of ten thousand, just in case!

Besides, the storyteller has been knocked out by the youngest...

……

After smearing the face of the shopkeeper of the teahouse and the youngest with the stove dust, Qiao Shan came to the back of the stove and found Erzhu after telling them well.

"Er Zhu... Wake up! Wake up!"

Qiao Shan tore off Erzhu's sleeve and found that a piece of flesh and blood had been wiped off Erzhu's arm by the bullet, so he cleaned it up and bandaged it up.He poured another bowl of tea and poured it down carefully for Er Zhu.

Erzhu looked too young, just a child of thirteen or fourteen.

Qiao Shan's heart, which had been trembling in panic after finishing off the two little devils, suddenly calmed down completely.

……

"Ouch~"

Erzhu hadn't woken up yet, but the storyteller who was knocked unconscious on the ground next to him did wake up.

"What's wrong with me?"

The storyteller sat up blankly, his eyes lost focus.

The youngest who was pretending to search outside the stove heard the storyteller's voice, probed in and grinned at the storyteller:
"Storyteller, you're awake!"

The storyteller's pupils shrank, and he stepped back instantly in fright: "Ghost...ghost...devil!"

"It's me! I'm not a devil! Did you forget? A mallet, I hit you with a mallet, and then you passed out!"

The youngest took off his Japanese military cap, and frantically gestured with his hands.

damn!

The storyteller won't be fooled by me with a mallet, right?

……

"Devil? A mallet?"

The storyteller shook his head, his eyes gradually regained clarity, looked around, frowned and said:

"It's you! Why did you hit me with a mallet? Where are those two little devils?"

"I did not do it on purpose……"

The youngest tugged at the devil suit on his body: "Those two little devils let us hide, and now we are here to pretend to be them!"

"Us?" the storyteller asked in confusion.

Another head in a Japanese military hat poked in from outside the stove, and the teahouse shopkeeper grinned and said:
"And me, Mr. Xu."

……

Qiao Shan looked at the storyteller, it turned out that his surname was Xu!

He recalled the entire plot of the movie before, but he really couldn't remember the name of the main character in the plot.I just remember that everyone in the play called him "the storyteller".

"You two search it carefully! Let me explain to Lao Xu."

Qiao Shan asked the two to leave, and briefly told the storyteller what happened just now.

……

(End of this chapter)