Wizard Wang Xiaobo

() This is a sentence from a little devil. Everyone in Southeast Asia does not understand the meaning of this sentence, that is, the bloody and unbearable past.

Whether it's the Southern barbarians or the Huaxia people, these words are still fresh in their memory, as if there is a bloody smell in the air.

The little boss wearing glasses was stunned for a moment, and Hua Xiayu blurted out: "It's a little devil, so he should be killed." Then he raised his gun.

At this time, Wang Xiaobo and Gao Jingtang acted at the same time, and ten two-inch nails hit the guns of the ten gunmen respectively, and the ten guns fell to the ground at the same time due to the strong impact of the two-inch nails.Gao Jingtang kicked on the ground, kicked up the gravel, and kicked up a cloud of rain and mist, covering the bodies of the dozen or so people opposite, all of them stood there dumbfounded.

"Obviously he's from Huaxia, but he wants to pretend to be a Southern barbarian. I don't know what he's doing." Wang Xiaobo walked over with a smile on his face, patted the other man's face, then took off his glasses and said: "The glasses are also made in China, but they are too old, as if they were made more than ten years ago."

"The great leader *Chairman said: 'Want to fight, not fight.' You must untie our acupoints." The leader wearing glasses said plausibly.

Wang Xiaobo said with a smile: "You admit that you are from Huaxia, so what are you doing in this small country of Nanman?"

"'Make up your mind, not be afraid of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties, and strive for victory.' For the sake of world peace, we must persist in our red journey to the end, and victory must belong to us." The leader seemed to be reciting a spell, and took out the Take out a red book and put it on your chest.

Wang Xiaobo looked at the chairman's quotations on his chest, and knew that this guy's spirit was still stuck in the ten-year catastrophe, and his fanatical beliefs dominated their unreasonable actions.However, he had a certain interest in the red journey he was talking about, so he asked: "What organization is the red journey?" He slapped his hand and released his closed acupoints.

The other guy was taken aback for a moment, seeing that he was free, he immediately posed in a rather cowhide pose, with his right hand raised high above his head, and his left hand holding a quotation book in front of his chest, still the typical pose of the Red Guards in the 60s.The highest instruction in his mouth is still the same: "'A single spark can start a prairie fire'. Our red tour will once again ignite the revolutionary spark in Jinggangshan, ignite a raging fire covering the world, fight against imperialism, eliminate the capitalist system, and establish proletarian socialist society."

"The proletariat of the world unite and overthrow imperialism!"

"Long live the great leader *Chairman, long live, long live, long live!"

The dozen or so people behind him who had their acupuncture points tapped refused to lag behind and shouted slogans.It's like those heroes in domestic movies, shouting slogans on the execution ground, with a sense of righteousness and awe.

Wang Xiaobo and his team members didn't feel anything new, they looked at them indifferently.Gao Jingtang and Yaonu looked at them curiously.Yaonu even ran up to the head, touched his forehead, shook her head and said, "It's normal, what's going on?"

"The world is turbulent and angry. At present, the international and domestic situation is very good, not a small one. We firmly believe that the proletarian revolution will surely win." The leader waved the quotation book as if making a report.

Wang Xiaobo knew that the beliefs of this group of people would not be able to make sense in a short while, and he had a mission and time was tight, and he didn't want to continue to entangle with them, so he interrupted him and said, "Go back and continue your revolution. , we still have tasks, goodbye!"

But as soon as the boss heard about the mission, he became excited: "The chairman taught us that we all come from all over the world and come together for the same goal. So your mission is our mission. This is no longer a camp against imperialism, but It is the bridgehead of revisionism. Their selflessness will never die, and we must deal them a severe blow."

Wang Xiaobo thought that although these people couldn't extricate themselves from their fanatical beliefs, they had a thorough understanding of the situation around them, and they knew the ambitions of the southern barbarians well.Then he said: "These revisionists forget to subvert our proletarian dictatorship, do you think we can agree?"

When the leader heard this, he became even more excited: "Yes! We must never agree. The great leader said that the enemy's selflessness will never die, and we must never forget class struggle. Life is endless, and struggle is endless. Regarding these revisionists, we don't need to fight with them. You're welcome. The revolution is not a dinner party, it's not..."

Seeing him reciting the chairman's quotations eloquently, Wang Xiaobo interrupted him and said, "These revisionists are constantly causing trouble on our borders. Let's investigate this time and prepare to teach them a lesson."

"We should teach them a lesson. The chairman said, if people don't attack me, I won't attack. If people attack me, I will attack. For this little revisionism, we have already prepared for the red tour, and we have already drawn their border defense map. Take it, and give me a hard lesson." The boss said proudly, but he still didn't forget to recite a quotation from the chairman.

Wang Xiaobo looked at them in amazement, and listening to their mouthfuls of Beijing movies, he must have been Red Guards in the Beijing-Tianjin area. The wolves are ambitious, and they have been prepared early, so they can't help but respect them.He walked around in a circle, slapped everyone, and released the acupuncture points on these people.

"Comrades from the motherland, you have worked hard. Go to our base area to take a break and give you the map by the way." The boss held Wang Xiaobo's hand tightly, and did not quote the chairman's quotations this time.

Gao Jingtang looked at these two groups of people, both came from his own country, but the mental outlook and language they reflected were completely different.The so-called red tours in front of him all looked like monks, chanting words, as if they were reciting the Bible, but the words they said were too new for him, and he couldn't understand a word.But Wang Xiaobo and the others are different. Although they haven't been back for 40 years, they still have a sense of intimacy and there is no language barrier.

Seeing Wang Xiaobo walking towards the deep mountains with this group of people, he retreated to Dagou and asked, "Is the surname of this Red Journey Jiang or Mao?"

The big dog wanted to laugh, and tried his best to hold back, thinking that this old man was still stuck in 40 years ago.The difference is that one side is a believer, while the elderly are ignorant.He couldn't explain anything, shook his head and said, "They have also been away from the motherland for more than ten years, and they can't keep up with the development of the times."

Gao Jingtang didn't know everything that happened in that era at all, and he didn't understand the big dog's explanation, so he couldn't help but shook his head and followed them up the mountain without saying a word.

Two hours later, they finally arrived at their so-called base, that is, on a piece of flat land in a mountain valley, there were more than a dozen thatched huts, with a red flag flying in the center, embroidered with four big golden characters of "Red Journey" .In the north, there is an archway built with big trees, and the head of the chairman is hung, which makes it seem that this place has a Chinese flavor.

Suddenly, the beeping whistle sounded, and Wang Xiaobo looked at his watch subconsciously. It was already seven o'clock in the morning.

The dozen or so Red Journey warriors who were standing beside them seemed to have been spat with chicken blood, full of energy, they ran to the lower end of the archway and stood there upright.Moreover, more than [-] soldiers of the same age as them also ran out from the surrounding houses, all holding red books in their hands, chanting words in their mouths without knowing what to say.

Although Wang Xiaobo was still young at that time, he still knew about the ritual of asking for instructions early and reporting late.For them, this is obviously not a ceremony, but a standard for whether they are proletarian fighters.Now that there is something to be asked of them, they can only follow the customs of the country.Then he waved his hand and followed behind them muttering words.

The small team are all from that special era. It must be interesting to see how the wild wolf does it. Of course, they also asked for instructions early.The giant panda and the flying cat also recited the chairman's poem aloud: "The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulty of the expedition, and the thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting..."

What's more, the big dog announced loudly: "The latest instruction: 'The potatoes are cooked...no farting...'" This made a group of Red Journey soldiers dumbfounded and stared at him blankly.

A young man in his thirties, wearing a Chinese military uniform from the 50s and wearing glasses, ran over.The previous leader who was also wearing glasses quickly came over and introduced: "This is Commissar Jiang from our red tour, the party representative of Gen Hong Miaozheng."

When Wang Xiaobo saw the military uniform he was wearing, he knew it was a police officer.Busy said with a smile on his face: "Commissioner Jiang, we all shoulder the important task of liberating all mankind, and the purpose of the red trip is the same. This time, the superior asked us to conduct reconnaissance behind enemy lines, just to take this small revisionism and liberate contribution of all mankind."

This political commissar Jiang was not like that boss, and he came out with a quotation first: "For this southern barbarian revisionist, the red tour has already been prepared, and a large number of soldiers have been sent to draw a map of their border force layout. Including the bright and dark forts it set up, it may be useful for this operation."

Wang Xiaobo hurriedly said: "With the cooperation of the red tour, we have greater hope of completing the mission. After we go back, we will definitely report to our superiors, and hope that in the near future, we can successfully join forces here."