Anti-Japanese sniper action

Chapter 629 Long Hair Boss
Within a minute, Zhao Zilong saw a man in his forties rushing over in a hurry.

Holding a smoking gun in his hand, the other party asked anxiously, "Mom, what do you always call me for?"

"This strong man," the old woman pointed at Zhao Zilong, and said calmly, "Because of a mission, he broke into our camp by mistake. I told him to let him go, but he insisted on waiting for you to come back before leaving."

"It's easy to say, easy to say," said the boss with long hair and a thin beard. At first glance, he looked like a beggar in the downtown area.

He glanced at Zhao Zilong, and then whispered to the old woman: "As long as it is something that mother decides, how can the son not be ordered to obey?"

The old woman raised her eyebrows at Zhao Zilong, the wrinkles on her face unfolded, and she said proudly: "How about a strong man? I told you that it doesn't matter, you can go."

Zhao Zilong didn't leave, he looked at the long-haired boss, cupped his fists and said, "Boss, I have something here, I want to ask for advice."

"Ask? Hahahaha," the long-haired boss was a little stunned, then pointed to Zhao Zilong, then pointed to his clothes, smiled, and said, "Look at yourself, then at me. How dare you say "ask for advice?" If you have something to say, just say it."

"Fresh." Zhao Zilong secretly praised in his heart, then glanced back, and the long-haired boss immediately understood.He dismissed his followers, leaving only the three of them, and then asked: "Now, can we talk about it?"

"Boss," Zhao Zilong looked at the other party and said seriously, "I ask you, have you ever heard of treasures nearby?"

"Treasures?" The long-haired boss twitched his mouth and laughed. He pointed his hands around and said in a low voice, "Aren't there treasures everywhere in China? It's a pity that a group of animals are now occupying them." Already!"

"Where is your hometown?" Zhao Zilong asked straightforwardly.

He ran out of time and had to rush to Xuzhou in a hurry.And along the way, what I heard everywhere was the situation over there.First, Han Fuqu, chairman of SD Province, gave up Shandong without firing a shot, and then the Japanese gathered in two groups and rushed towards Xuzhou.

"Home?" The long-haired boss immediately became alert, "Why do you ask this? Since we are a group of beggars, we are home everywhere!"

As he said that, he turned his head and saw his mother's eyes. Seeing that there was no response from the other party, he immediately changed his words: "Jiangnan, near Gusu."

"Then do you know the name of Hanshan Temple?" Zhao Zilong asked.

"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rings to the passenger ship?" The boss casually said, "But where is it?"

"Exactly," Zhao Zilong nodded and asked, "Have you ever been familiar with it?"

"Familiar," the long-haired boss nodded and said, "When I was young, my parents often took them there to offer incense. I heard that the guardian god there is Fudo Dharma King. If you are a chicken, it is still your natal Buddha."

Zhao Zilong raised his brows, and said in surprise, "Then, are you familiar with the things around Zhenjiang?" It turned out that he was taking every step of the way, first to test the young man, and then to see the reaction of the old man.

"Zhenjiang?" The long-haired boss saw that Zhao Zilong offered him a cigarette unknowingly, and immediately became happy.

He pointed to the old mother beside him by the way, "She, I mean my mother, she also smokes. However, her old man usually smokes that kind of big cigarette bag, the kind that is more than one foot long."

Zhao Zilong quickly offered one to the old woman and lit it with a match.

The long-haired boss went on to say, "I know Zhenjiang very well, but not as well as my mother. That's her old man's natal home."

The old woman regained her spirits when she heard it, and said casually: "Zhenjiang, Zhenjiang. What a nice name, I think back then, my great-grandfather was a Manchurian, and he was a messenger under the garrison commander.

The British long-haired man came, and the commander told him to send a letter for help.The letter was sent to the Jiangning mansion in those days, which is today the admiral of Liangjiang in Nanjing, but there was no reply.Originally, he didn't have to return, but he resolutely returned to Zhenjiang, and later died together with the soldiers there. "

"The Battle of Zhenjiang?" Zhao Zilong was taken aback. He still knew about it from the materials of the underground party back then.Engels, a close comrade-in-arms of Marx, once commented, "Those banner soldiers, although not familiar with the art of war, are not lacking in bravery and vigor.If this is the case everywhere, then the British army will definitely not be able to reach Nanjing, "500 people will fight against 7000 people, and in the end, all of them will be half-dead and martyred...'

The old woman suddenly raised her hand, signaling Zhao Zilong not to continue, and she said in a low voice: "Back then, my great-grandmother, an authentic bannerman, survived because she went north to visit her relatives. But later, she still He insisted on returning to live in ruins in Zhenjiang."

"She warned future generations that people just want to return to the place where their ancestors bled."

The old woman said: "My father participated in the Sino-Japanese War. Later, he couldn't bear the blow of Admiral Ding's suicide by taking poison. After escorting the last batch of Chinese elites back to the court, he crossed the sea and committed suicide..."

Hearing this, Zhao Zilong frowned, and suddenly a surge of anger welled up in his chest.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to the sky, and said in a deep voice: "I, Zhao Zilong, swear here today that if I don't kill all the Japanese slaves in this life, I swear not to return to my hometown!"

"Good, good!" The mother and son looked at it and couldn't help clapping their hands and exclaiming.

Afterwards, the old woman said, "I know about the treasure you mentioned. It is rumored that it is in the West Jiaoshan Mountain in Zhenjiang, but it is not."

"Why not?" Zhao Zilong's complexion changed, and he quickly asked: "Are there any fake things passed down from the ancestors?"

"It's not ancestral." The old woman shook her head, "It's just that their ancestors created so many tricks to prevent the real treasure from being discovered."

"Is that so?" Zhao Zilong couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Originally, he was going to Jiaoshan, Zhenjiang, because he thought that there would be treasures in that cliff carving place after listening to Wang Jingpu and Zhang Kui, but he went there because he was not a Tufuzi and did not have the experience of digging treasures. There is no map, so there is no way to find it.

However, he still brooded over the matter in his heart, and then he met a man who was accidentally killed by himself and got a treasure map or something. It was made of a piece of silk cloth and had a history of 200 years. Although it was recently marked The location is also blurred, but he can recognize the words on it, including the two seal characters of Yangtze River and Zhenjiang.

While they were talking, puffs of smoke came from the woods in the middle of the cemetery.The smoke is also weird, it doesn't look like cooking smoke but like mist.

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