Anti-Japanese sniper action

Chapter 558 The Old Doctor and Commander Wang

Sachiko felt better after drinking the medicine.

After Zhao Zilong settled the other party, he went to the medicine cabinet to watch the apprentice grab the medicine and gave the money.

After the little apprentice grabbed the medicine, he immediately set up the small stove and said, "Sir, your wife's medicine needs to be taken immediately, there can't be a moment's delay."

"All right, hurry up." Zhao Zilong nodded.

"Brother, is there anyone else here to harass you?" Zhao Zilong asked while the other party was free.

When he came to Bailuzhou, he found that although the houses here were dilapidated, most of them were in good condition, and the lives of those people didn't seem to be disturbed in any way.

It is less than ten kilometers away from Nanjing City, not very far, so he was a little surprised.

However, Zhao Zilong didn't know what kind of mentality the people here had towards devils, so he spoke vaguely.

"Wow! That's the little devil who comes here from time to time." Who knew that the little apprentice snorted coldly, with an aggrieved face on his face.

"Then when do they usually come?"

Zhao Zilong was a little worried, Xingzi was recuperating here, if devils came, it would be a little troublesome.

"The devils come whenever they want, they don't specify when they will come." The little apprentice shook his head.

Zhao Zilong wanted to ask more questions, but the young apprentice was called to help by the old doctor, so he left to cook the traditional Chinese medicine.
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When Zhao Zilong asked Xingzi to take the medicine, the middle-aged gentleman walked in.

He looked at Zhao Zilong, smiled and asked, "Brother, it's already noon, and the old doctor said he would leave us here for dinner."

"Ah? No need." Zhao Zilong shook his head instinctively, somewhat unexpectedly.Although he saw that the old man had a warm heart, he didn't want to trouble him, and, more importantly, he seemed to feel a little strange from the middle-aged gentleman's words.

The middle-aged gentleman didn't expect Zhao Zilong to refuse, his face changed, and he didn't know how to answer the words.

"You are welcome, the meal is ready." At this moment, the door curtain was lifted, and the old doctor came over.

The old man pinched his beard, looked at the middle-aged gentry, and said with a slight smile: "It has always been my family rule to hang the pot to help the world and save the sick."

Zhao Zilong was taken aback, not quite understanding why the other party said this.

"Getting rid of violence and keeping the good, eliminating evil and strengthening the righteous has always been my style." At this time, the middle-aged gentleman replied in response.

After the two finished talking, they nodded and smiled at each other.

When the two of them turned their heads to look at Zhao Zilong, but the other party just stared at him and didn't express anything.

But Sachiko who was lying on the bed heard it, but her eyes changed, she didn't know what to think.

The middle-aged gentry looked at Zhao Zilong and said, "Brother, from the moment I saw you on the pier, I can see that you are a heroic and courageous person. How about it, what do you think when you come to the old capital this time?"

Zhao Zilong raised his brows slightly, but replied, "I want to see the Qinhuai River. I wonder if it looks like it did before?"

"It's different, it's different."

The old Langzhong sighed, and said: "From last year to this year, the devils killed people for six weeks. It is said that the Qinhuai River is filled with human corpses."

Hearing what the other party said, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but think of the tragedy he had seen with his own eyes after Nanjing was massacred, and felt as if his heart was being suppressed by a big rock.

That tragic situation, that kind of grief, that kind of humiliation as a Chinese, I will never forget it in my life!

Looking at the old man and the middle-aged gentry's compassionate yet resolute looks, Zhao Zilong suddenly felt that these two people were not as simple as they appeared on the surface.

"Master! Master!"

Suddenly, the young apprentice's cry came from outside.

As the sound fell, the elementary school apprentice ran in like the wind, screaming: "Master, it's not good, the devils have come to Bailuzhou to fight the autumn wind again!"

"His mother is a devil!" The middle-aged gentry cursed unexpectedly, and then pulled out a pistol from his waist.

Zhao Zilong took a closer look and saw that it was a box cannon.

"Battle Commander Wang, don't be impulsive. How many people are there?" The old man shook his head at the middle-aged gentry, and then asked the young apprentice.

"About a dozen people, all carrying long guns, came up from a small boat." The little apprentice immediately explained the situation.

"It's only a small team! It's not scary."

The old Langzhong thought for a while and then ordered: "Battle Commander Wang, take people to ambush, remember, fight for one pot and don't leave one behind."

"Okay." The middle-aged gentleman named Battalion Commander Wang nodded and raised his pistol to go out.

"Master, I'm going to kill devils too." The little apprentice also shouted.

"What are you going to do? You haven't even taken a gun." The old doctor shouted with a glare.

The little apprentice immediately lowered his head with a bitter face.

"After killing all the devils, you can help clean up the battlefield." Battalion Commander Wang comforted, and the little apprentice became happy.

"Battalion Commander Wang!" Zhao Zilong also took out his pistol and said, "I'm the one who kills devils."

What he took out was the small pure gold Browning pistol that Li Zongren gave him.

When Battalion Commander Wang saw it, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good gun!"

As he said that, he looked at Zhao Zilong with something different.

"A gift from an officer." Zhao Zilong explained, and then said: "Although this gun looks good, it is not as easy to use as a box cannon or a bastard box."

"Yeah. This gun is still easy to hold, and it's fun to shoot."

Battalion Commander Wang raised the box cannon and said with a smile: "However, brother can get such a gun from the officer, which means that the officer's position is not low, and you must be capable."

Zhao Zilong smiled, followed everyone out without saying a word.

"Brother, in fact, ever since you got off the boat, I have seen that you are a man, a real man." Battalion Commander Wang said as he walked.

Zhao Zilong twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "China now needs tens of thousands of men like us."

"Yes." Battalion Commander Wang nodded.

"You guys go first, I'll go back when I go." Zhao Zilong heard Xingzi's cry from the room at this moment, he thought for a while, and turned around immediately.

Battalion Commander Wang and the old man looked at Zhao Zilong's back in astonishment, but they didn't say anything, they just ran forward quickly.

"Xingzi, what's the matter?" Zhao Zilong ran to the bed, helped Xingzi who was trembling, and said, "You should stay with me."

He was worried that there would be more than a small group of devils, and if there was a fight, they might not be able to return.Because he had promised Xingzi to send him to Shanghai, he had no choice but to do so for the sake of safety.

"Mr. Zhao!" Xingzi said with a choked voice, "If your compatriots find out my identity, they will definitely cut me into pieces..." As she spoke, two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Will not."

Zhao Zilong shook his head and said: "You don't say they don't know, and you are a kind person, even if they know, they won't make things difficult."

It's just that when he said this, he lacked confidence.After all, in this special period, we share the same hatred.

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When Zhao Zilong helped Xingzi out, he heard several gunshots from outside.

(End of this chapter)