Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

Just under a big willow tree by the river beach, Zhuang Dashuan, dressed in coarse cloth and wearing a straw hat, folded his arms around his chest and looked coldly at the busy laborers on the river beach. Xiao Shunzi, who showed up during the Nanjing rescue, seemed to be Zhuang Dashuan's personal attendant.

Kinoshita Yong asked Zhuang Dashuan to raise [-] tons of rice for the Japanese army in four days. Now it was the third day, but Zhuang Dashuan only collected enough [-] tons. He was very nervous, and it was too late for him to pursue these matters. He only asked Zhuang Dashuan to be transported to the riverside as soon as possible, and now he can only transport as much as he can.

"Boss, the little devils are too busy to take care of themselves now. Why do we still have to give them so much food? In my opinion, we'll try our best to delay the rest until tomorrow." Xiao Shunzi behind Zhuang Dashuan whispered Said.

"What do you know, the more it is the last moment, the less we can offend these little devils, lest they go crazy and vent their anger on the common people. Two years have passed, and it's not bad." Zhuang Dashuan whitened the little boy Shunzi glanced at it and said, then turned his eyes to the barge in the river, and asked again: "Xiao Shunzi, are you sure that the equipment on this train is the equipment of the power plant?"

Xiao Shunzi raised his head, and said with certainty: "No mistake, I saw with my own eyes that they didn't use our labor to carry them onto the train. It was carried by the little devil himself, probably because he was afraid that our people would make trouble."

"Forget about the food, this power plant can't be moved by the little devil, otherwise, with the current economic capacity of the national government, Wuhan doesn't know when it will be able to use electric lights again, so we have to find a way to make the two boats of the little devil move." no?"

"It's not easy. Our banker is not only good at intelligence work, but assassination is also top-notch. As long as we kill the devil who drives the boat, the boat won't be able to move?"

Zhuang Dashuan gave Xiao Shunzi a blank look, pointed at the Japanese soldiers on the boat, and said angrily: "To put it simply, there are so many devils, assassination? Can you kill them?"

"If they get in the way, kill them all!" Xiao Shunzi's originally clean eyes suddenly showed a fierce light, he pouted in the southwest direction inadvertently, and then pulled out a small white porcelain bottle as if by magic, and shook it in front of Zhuang Dashuan.

Zhuang Dashuan unconsciously looked to the southwest, saw a wisp of cooking smoke curling up, and immediately understood what Xiao Shunzi was up to, and stared at Xiao Shunzi for a few seconds, Zhuang Dashuan nodded and said, "Be careful!"

"Come on, are you optimistic about it?" Xiao Shunzi said happily, then turned around and left.

Under the river beach, a few little devils set up a temporary stove and were preparing dinner. Although it was still early and it was not time for dinner, the war situation was already very tense, and gunshots could already be heard by the river beach. It means that the national army is not far away from them, and while there is still some time, the little devils have made dinner in advance, and they still have the task of meeting the No.30 Ninth Division to cross the river. Who knows if there will be any Time to eat?

Xiao Shunzi was wearing a green shirt with short sleeves, a top hat and a folding fan in his hand. He looked like a traitor, and staggered towards the little devil's cooking class. A few tens of meters away, a devil sentry He became alert, flicked the [-] cover on his back, and yelled at Xiao Shunzi at the point of the gun: "Baga, what are you doing?"

"It's me, Zhuang Xiaoshun."

Xiao Shunzi took off the hat on his head, and replied slowly, his steps did not stop at all, obviously he was very familiar with these Japanese soldiers.

"Yo Xi, so it's Zhuang Sang, a friend of the Imperial Army." The Japanese sentry put away his rifle, carried it on his back again, and smiled at Xiao Shunzi.

The dealer had been dealing with the Japanese army for a long time, and provided daily supplies such as food and cooking oil. Naturally, it was inevitable to deal with the little devils below, and it was not surprising that he knew the Japanese guards in the city.

"Mr. Xiaolin, what kind of meat are you stewing in this pot? It's so fragrant that it has drawn out my gluttons. Why don't you give me a bowl?" Xiao Shunzi said and handed it over. a cigarette.

The little devil took the cigarette, and said happily in broken Chinese: "It's delicious, mutton, as long as Zhuang Sang likes it, you can eat as much as you like." Then he made a gesture of invitation to Xiao Shunzi.

Xiao Shunzi was not polite, and walked towards the stove in a big way. In a big iron pot, a pot full of mutton was tumbling, and steam was steaming outward.

Xiao Shunzi took a long breath as if enjoying himself, and said, "Well, it smells so fragrant, hurry up and make me a bowl."

"Yoxi!" The little devil agreed, and then ordered the cooking soldiers to find a military lunch box immediately.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Shunzi picked up the spoon on the stove with his right hand and stirred it in the pot. In his left hand, there was already a small white porcelain bottle with the bottle mouth facing down. Poured into the pot.

"Zhuang Sang, this is the lunch box you asked for." The Japanese military cook handed over a grass-green aluminum military lunch box with a respectful expression on his face.

Although the Japanese army never looked down on the Chinese, the identity of the banker was not ordinary. Whether it was the former Tada Hayao or the current Anan Yuji, they were all polite to the banker, and even the devils with a little discernment knew that the banker was not easy to offend.

Zhuang Xiaoshun was not polite, picked up a spoon and filled a lunch box, declined the Japanese army's invitation to "eat together", only said that the big shopkeeper was still waiting up there, he didn't dare to eat alone, and walked back swaggeringly.

Back under the big willow tree, Xiao Shunzi couldn't help but stretch out two fingers at Zhuang Dashuan, saying, "It's done!"

In the following time, Zhuang Xiaoshun called a few workers to whisper, and then the two of them sat under the big willow tree and vomited.

Ten minutes later, the Japanese army cook carried two large bamboo baskets full of military lunch boxes on his shoulders, shouted "Let's cook!" and walked onto the barge. Pick up a lunch box, put down the gun and sit on the ground, and start to mess around.

After distributing the soldiers, the cook walked from the gangway on the barge to the tugboat. When he came out, the lunch boxes were all empty.

Zhuang Dashuan watched as the Japanese soldiers finished their meal and stood upright one by one with their guns in their hands. Suddenly, his face was full of suspicion, and he said, "What kind of medicine are you using? Why are all the little devils still alive and well? It's not like that at all. Does it look poisoned?"

Zhuang Xiaoshun smiled strangely, and said, "Master, don't worry, my 'Blood Mandala' is a slow poison, and it will take at least half an hour for it to kick in. Once it kicks in, Hua Tuo can't save it even if he's alive. "