The sun rises high.

The sunlight shone across the low wall and shone on Luo Fugui's forehead. He sniffed in his sleep, and his triangular eyes suddenly opened.

Suddenly, he turned over and sat up, closed his eyes and legs and looked left and right on the edge of the broken kang, and he looked back and forth twice... He didn't find his shoes, so he raised his legs and went out barefoot.

bong…his head hit the only door frame left.

"Your grandma..." Shui Tianpeng's eyes widened.

At first glance, I saw the uninhibited stove and the few figures in the room were busy.

The eyes of the triangle were shining brightly, Wang Xiaosan and Kong Zhizhong... and a man who was cooking porridge with fire could not see his face. The three of them laughed loudly when they heard the sound.

He swept into the house like a whirlwind in three steps, and reached out to grab the spread of big cakes.

Wang Xiaosan frowned, too lazy to pay attention to Luo Fugui's evil deeds, and it was useless to contempt him, so he was embarrassed in front of outsiders.

I saw clearly the person who made the porridge with fire was the leader of the middle-aged puppet army I saw last night.

Immediately expressed dissatisfaction: "Hey, stop, this is our ration for three days..."

"Three days of food?" Luo Fugui sat down on the empty water tank next to him, stuffed cakes into his mouth with one hand, and muttered: "Follow me in the future, eat delicious food and drink spicy food..."

"Do you think you are a bandit? You are delicious and spicy..." The middle-aged man looked contemptuous: "Eighth Route Army eats two meals, one meal of porridge, one meal of cold water and half steamed buns, really think I don't know?"

"Uh?" Luo Fugui didn't care about the contemptuous tone at all, and asked in surprise: "What else do you know?"

"I don't know anything! If my elder brother hadn't stopped you last night, I would have killed you all!" The middle-aged man pushed the firewood into the stove, and then stood up and walked out the door: "What's the matter..."

"Your grandma... I'm so laughing to death..." Luo Fugui curled his lips: "Just relying on your 100-digit miscellaneous cards, we will be wiped out?"

"Look at you...a gangster spirit. If it weren't for the fact that the Eighth Route Army really wanted to fight the Japanese... I'll beat you up and look for teeth now..."

Kong Zhizhong didn't expect that the two of them would be squatted as soon as they met, so he quickly persuaded him: "Fourth brother, just say a few less words..."

"You wait!" Luo Fugui interrupted Kong Zhizhong's words and stared at the puppet army's head: "You said... you want to beat me up to look for teeth?"

"I just said, what do you think?"

Wang Xiaosan, who was watching the fun next to him, thought the mule was going to fight Kong Laosi...

Just about to persuade...

Luo Fugui's next words almost made him look for a crack and crawl into it on the spot.

"Can you, why don't you go and fight to the Japanese?"

Isn’t it that seeking death if you fight the Japanese?

Kong Laosi was choked by Luo Fugui and almost got angry: "Then... don't get along with us..."

"I'm hang out with you? I respect you..."

"Haha, we don't need you to look down on you. If you have sex, get out now." Master Kong Si went out with anger and did not forget to add: "If you have sex, don't eat cake..."

"Just eat, I will eat, I will piss you to death..."

Seeing Kong Laosi leave proudly, Luo Fugui turned to ask Wang Xiaosan: "You are here... don't bring food?"

Which correspondent can bring a discharge of food? I know that this guy is asking right away.

Wang Xiaosan didn't want to pay attention to this guy: "What do you think?"

Not long after, a puppet army ran to the kitchen door: "Uncle Zhizhong, the imperial army sent someone to send an order to ask our troops to advance north immediately..."

Kong Zhizhong looked at Luo Fugui with an apology: "We must be able to get out, why don't we leave half of the rations for you?"

Meaning, don't follow

Luo Fugui shook his head: "No, we are still idle now, let's drive together!"

After saying that, he took out a piece of marinated meat from his backpack: "Make a meat porridge..."

Half an hour later.

The puppet army was in chaos and out of the village.

A puppet army saw a strong man like Marshal Tianpeng sitting on a mule cart pulling food in the team, and immediately became displeased: "Hey! You newcomer, don't you have long legs?"

Another one is even more straightforward, pulling Luo Fugui's arm directly: "Is this where you sit? Get down quickly!"

Kong Zhizhong, who was walking behind the team, trotted forward, but he had no choice but to explain to his puppet army: "Brother Luo... his feet are a bit inconvenient, let him take the bus..."

The two puppet troops let go of some sympathy...

Without paying attention, Marshal Tianpeng had already raised his palm-like slap...

Wang Xiaosan, who was walking behind the mule cart, held back his laughter and subconsciously touched the back of his neck.

...

"A few more miles will be Wang Shun's territory..."

"Even the Imperial Army is not a match for Wang Shun's troops. You can go there at this time, maybe it's a sheep entering the tiger's mouth..." On the way, I occasionally encountered a cyclist's team member, and the other party showed off proudly.

"You're worried, there's an imperial army ahead, so we're just here to make a comeback."

"I scared you, everyone has run away long ago." After saying that, I rode my bicycle and walked away with a clang.

An hour later, the team had almost walked nearly ten miles.

The village two miles ahead is still smoking.

The fields in the south of the village were filled with the Imperial Army.

"Hey, it seems like there has been a war in this place?"

"It doesn't seem to be here! Last night, the Japanese and... Wang Shun's troops had a big fight here." Luo Fugui, who was sitting in the car, had his eyes lit up.

"It should be so, the guns and cannons never stopped in the first half of the night." The puppet army, who had previously gotten out of the car, nodded in agreement.

"Oh, Brother Luo, it seems that many imperial troops have died..." A few slices of cured meat made the puppet army who drove the mule cart directly change it to Brother Luo!

A team of puppet army officers stood by the roadside and waited for the team to approach: "Brother Kong, your mission today is to send the remains of the village Imperial Army back to the city..."

Are you a corpse collector?

The people in the village were probably also affected.

Kong Zhizhong was in a heavy heart and had no choice but to ask his subordinates to continue walking towards the village ahead.

Before entering the village, you can smell the stench of corpses emitted.

There were constantly puppet troops, and the detective team members carried the bodies out of the village.

A traitor who was a detective, saw Kong Zhizhong bringing people over, immediately shouted: "Why are you still standing? Come into the village to help..."

"What's the situation?"

"I fought in the middle of the night yesterday, and the Imperial Army lost most of its squadron..." The puppet army who entered the village first murmured in a low voice.

"Most half of the squadron, only three of them ran out in total..." Another puppet army curled their lips.

Under the white cloth...is the corpse of the Japanese?

Marshal Tianpeng, who was sitting in the mule cart, immediately grinned and jumped out of the mule cart.

"Brother Luo, you..." The puppet army driving the car widened their eyes... How could they look injured?

Brother Luo walked to the village, muttering something in his mouth...

Turning over a courtyard wall, the guy's voice gradually became louder: "As soon as the rule of law, the Emperor of the Supreme Lord appeared and knocked all these dogs down to the eighteen levels of the underworld..."

"Don't take them on the road of the underworld with a cow head and horse face. Stay here as a lonely ghost and will never be born..."

There are corpses covered with white cloth everywhere.

Luo Fugui sniffed, and the smell was so bad that his grandma smelled.

The puppet army's corpse...is not much interest.

After walking through several yards, I finally found one...

The eyes began to shine...

"Hey, what are you doing?" A black-clothed detective team member yelled at a big and thick back.

Luo Fugui had just taken out a pen from his military uniform and was startled to hear the sound.

He stuffed the pen back into his pocket of the corpse, then turned around: "Carrange the appearance of Taijun..."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"Summon them..."

"Fuck you, I seem to be saying that you can't reborn!"

"What do you know? You don't know the ghost... Taijun believes in Aunt Amaterasu?"

"You know a lot..."

"That's a must!" Luo Fugui looked proud, Liu Yuanqing knew a lot.

It’s just that I haven’t figured it out yet, why did the Japanese believe in the aunt?
To be continued...