Ronin: Start with the cotton

Chapter 9 Flying down three thousand feet!
Qiao Shan stretched out his hand in front of his eyes,

The blasted stone on the back of the hand has already scratched the opening, and blood oozes out!

But fortunately, it was just a little bit of skin, and it's not a big deal.

……

Suppressing the horror in his heart, Qiao Shan pulled up the youngest and continued running up the mountain.
The moment the shell fell in front of my eyes,

Many images flashed through his mind, and finally he even thought of the scene where his flesh and blood were blown up!

"Wait for me! Wait...wait...wait for me..."

Qin Gui was still chasing after him, but his physical strength was obviously not as good as Qiao Shan and the youngest, and he was getting farther and farther behind.

As for the storyteller, he had already disappeared without a trace!
……

The explosion sounded farther and farther behind, and stopped completely after a while.

Finally ran out of the explosion range of the devils' mortars!

Qiao Shan and the youngest stopped panting, stood halfway up the mountain and looked down, and saw that the train station, which was crowded with people just now, was empty at the moment, only the sporadic people who fell on the railway and were killed, telling their stories with their lives. With the unwillingness in my heart!
"Damn little devil!"

Qiao Shan squeezed out a cold sentence from between his teeth.

"As long as I live for a day! Sooner or later it will become your nightmare!"

He watched a coachman collapse right in front of his eyes, and then never stood up again!
The anger in his heart completely burned his fear of war!

……

"Uncle Shunzi, the storyteller is up there!"

The youngest pointed towards the mountain.

Qiao Shan raised his head and vaguely saw the storyteller drinking water in front of the thatched cottage, subconsciously licked his parched lips, and said hoarsely, "Let's go up too."

This is an earthen house for mountain people to rest on their way.
No one lives there.

The storyteller stood in front of the water tank, gulped down the water, and washed his face again. When he heard Xisuo's movement behind him, he turned around in fright, and he was relieved when he saw that it was Qiao Shan.

Wiping his face, the storyteller stepped forward and asked:
"How did you give the strategic offensive map to others?!"

Qiao Shan ignored him, went straight to the water tank, picked up the gourd ladle, and drank the water. After drinking, he gave the ladle to the youngest. He leaned against the wall, took out the songbook from his pocket and threw it in front of the storyteller, staring. looked at him and said:

"How dare you call me, I haven't settled with you yet! You are so brave, you dare to play civet cat for me for the crown prince!"

The storyteller was at a loss for words, "I'm just afraid that you won't be able to complete the task!"

From the very beginning, he felt that Qiao Shan's method of leaving the village was too bold and not very safe. After all, it was too risky to leave openly under the eyes of the little devil!

That's why I had an idea and dropped the strategy map and script book.

……

"You haven't told me yet, why did you give the strategy map to others?"

The storyteller said anxiously.

Qiao Shan folded his arms around his chest, closed his eyes and rested, without any intention of opening his mouth.

The youngest one washed his face and said:
"Don't worry! We matched the code, and that person is the Eighth Route Army!"

"what?"

The storyteller was dumbfounded.

Has the task been completed so smoothly?
……

"Rumble..."

Suddenly there was a dull sound in the sky.

Qiao Shan squinted his eyes, looked up, and it was a little devil's fighter plane!
"It's too exaggerated!"

Qiao Shan had no choice but to complain, isn't it just a strategic map, as for releasing all the fighters to find them?

I didn't feel it when I watched the movie,

Putting himself in the same place at this moment, Qiao Shan only felt full of absurdity!
But this also proves the importance of the strategic attack map to the little devil from another aspect.

If I remember correctly, the big army of the little devils should have already launched their actions according to the attack plan.If you leak the strategic offensive map now, it will be tantamount to exposing your own offensive line and combat readiness to the Eighth Route Army!
This small notebook may determine the outcome of a war!

……

buzzing...

The little devil soldiers on the plane seemed to be looking for the fleeing crowd. They flew the fighter plane at low altitude and dropped bombs all over the mountains and plains!

Listening to the voice, the youngest thought it was the storyteller's ventriloquist, curiously went to break the storyteller's mouth, but was slapped open by the storyteller, pointed to the sky and said in amazement:
"I didn't blow it up! That's the devil's plane!"

He obviously didn't expect that the strategic attack map could draw out the devil's fighters!
The youngest raised his head, looked at the black shadow passing by in the sky, and said doubtfully:
"Airplane? It's an eagle..."

Seeing that the storyteller was about to sneak into the house, Qiao Shan grabbed the storyteller and prevented him from entering the house:

"Don't go in!"

"Oh! Don't drag me! A bomb is going to be dropped on the plane!"

The storyteller opened Qiao Shan and went into the room.

……

The youngest was still wondering, "Is this the same as a storyteller?"

So this is the plane?

"Youngest! Come with me! We don't care about storytelling!"

Qiao Shan dragged the youngest to find a steep slope to lie down on, and the storyteller was too stubborn, he would cry soon...

"What's that? Airplanes shit too?"

The youngest watched something fall from behind the rear of the plane, and the reflection in his pupils grew bigger and bigger.

What do you eat on the plane?

This piece of shit is too big!

Qiao Shan said, "That's also a bomb!"

"bomb?"

Obviously, bomb is a technical term for the youngest, and he doesn't understand the specific meaning.

Qiao Shan thought for a while and said, "Flying down three thousand feet..."

"what!"

The youngest understood, and quickly lay down tightly on the slope, covering her ears tightly with her hands.

……

collapse!
The shell exploded!

Qiao Shan and the youngest were instantly covered and buried by clods of earth.

The youngest wobbled, just about to get up, when he heard the sound of shells falling in the sky again, he quickly lay down again and remained motionless!
Bang~
The ground trembled,
This time, the expected explosion did not sound.

……

Qiao Shan looked up and was immediately happy!

This dud is the same as the original plot, just blocking the door of the house.

Seeing the plane fly away overhead, Qiao Shan got up from the ground and came to the door of the house, where he saw the storyteller with a terrified face shaking the railing of the west window in a panic.

"Tell you not to go in, but you won't listen!"

Qiao Shan beckoned, "Come here, this dud is about to explode! I'll pull you out!"

He has been professionally trained not to laugh at others easily,
But the way the storyteller was completely frightened at this moment made Qiao Shan really unable to bear it!
……

"thanks, thanks!"

The storyteller Yu crawled out of the gap in shock, and sincerely thanked him.

Qiao Shan was not humble at all, and accepted the thanks very calmly, "Of course I have to thank me, I saved my life again! But a single thank you is not enough, and you will teach me your ventriloquism later!"

The storyteller's ventriloquist is still very good, and the imitated voice is very realistic, which is comparable to the classical Chinese article on ventriloquism in the textbook.

As the saying goes, too much art does not weigh you down,

Sometimes, a small skill can have a big effect.

In this troubled world, the more ability you have, the more guarantee you can survive.

……

The storyteller obviously didn't meet someone like Qiao Shan who offered to repay his kindness on the spot. He froze for a moment, recovered, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said dumbfoundedly:

"Okay! As long as you want to learn, I will teach you!"

"A word is settled!"

The youngest looked at the two cheerfully at the side, suddenly sniffed his nose, followed the smell of smoke to lock on the target, pointed at the shell, and said with a smile:
"Hey, it's smoking!"

……

"Run!"

Qiao Shan and the storyteller shouted in unison.

I don't know why the storyteller's legs and feet are so fast. As soon as he finished shouting, he ran away in a hurry.

Qiao Shan pulled the youngest from behind, and was thrown off by him for a while.

At the same time, just as Qin Gui climbed up the mountainside, panting and standing still, as soon as he raised his head, he saw the backs of the three of Qiao Shan who had climbed over the top of the mountain.

He glanced at the isolated house on the hillside, shuddered by the smoking shells in front of the door, then looked back at the ghost soldiers who were chasing up to encircle and suppress,

He hurriedly followed the three of them, shouting at the top of his voice, wanting to cry without tears:
"Wait...wait for me..."

(End of this chapter)