Pick.

When a strange sound came from the cell, Lao Xu opened his eyes.

He smelled a smell, which was the fragrance of noodles when the rice was just taken off the pot.

Lao Xu quickly supported his body with his elbows, looked at the fragrance in the pain all over his body, and on the straw mat where he was lying, there was a steaming steamed bun.

At this time, there was no thought about it. Xu Ruifeng grabbed the steamed bun and chewed it on big mouthfuls.

When the large coarse grains slid across the throat, Xu Ruifeng almost coughed up without choking. At this point, he still couldn't bear to spray it out. He closed his mouth and swallowed it hard.

Crack.

Cut the pickled cabbage into strips of steamed steamed buns mixed with corn flour and put them into your mouth. It is fragrant and delicious, and it is more satisfying than all the noodles that Lao Xu has eaten, especially when he bites the pickled cabbage.

"Eat slowly, the Japanese soldiers on duty have gone to the toilet. There is no one here now, so don't worry."

Lao Xu had seen the person who was talking. He had previously stuffed a water pipe into the cell.

Looking at him again, he was already standing outside the cell with a mop, his face covered with gray beards, and he looked like a rough man who never woke up to take care of himself.

Seeing this, Xu Ruifeng also touched his mouth, and his beard was also covered with stubble.

"Are you always?"

Xu Ruifeng had not yet confirmed that the person in front of him was the Japanese who set up the chess piece, and he retained the minimum politeness.

"I'm an idle person, I'll ask you something today, do you want to save Wenwan?"

The exact news about Wen Wan's arrest was brought in by this old man. Today I opened my mouth and asked if I wanted to save people. You are not as capable as the reincarnation of Daluo Jinxian, right? Now even if the Japanese emperor wants to release a certain Red Party from the cell, it must be called "pardon". You, a Chinese, would be saved if you say he was saved?

Xu Ruifeng didn't think much about it. This must be a Japanese character design. As long as you respond, you will definitely ask: "Then do you have to exchange something?"

These are all Xiaojiujiu.

Xu Ruifeng deliberately joked with him and said, "Why don't you want to!"

At this moment, the door sounded, and three or four people walked from far to near. Before the steps were approaching, a series of questions in Japanese were first heard into Xu Ruifeng's ears.

"Master Miki asked me to ask you who gave you the courage to contact prisoners privately!"

Old Xu was so happy, it seemed like this was a big drama that even the book was still there.

The old man quickly bowed and pointed to the cell: "Taijun, I didn't contact the prisoner, it was him!"

Xu Ruifeng smiled even happier and said to himself: "Play, you can continue acting!"

The old man was immediately pushed the gun on the back of his head by the translator, and stood at the door of the cell, bent over there and poked. Miki asked at this time, "What did he ask you to do?" While speaking, he looked into the cell.

"Taijun, he asked me to give me a word to Zhang Ziqiang, the coachman of Ruixiang Car Shop."

Ruixiang car ride?

Lao Xu was very sure that he didn't know this car dealer, let alone Zhang Ziqiang.

"He asked me to bring a message to Zhang Ziqiang and say, 'Wenwan has been arrested, everyone must hide their identity and wait for the day when Beiman City opens the city gate'."

"Baga!"

When Xu Ruifeng got here, he really couldn't understand it. What kind of routine is this?

"Mr. Xu, did you say this?"

Facing Miki's inquiry, he didn't say anything, but he might be pulled out for a trial. So what if he answered? Anyway, the drama was played by you and the relationship between the characters was determined by you. Can you really bring back a Red Party?

That's impossible!

"Sayed."

Xu Ruifeng responded with a wicked smile.

Sanmu's face was flushed outside the door, looking at Xu Ruifeng and said, "Xu Sang, you are very unreputable."

After saying that, he reached out and pointed at Lao Yu and said, "You are not allowed to leave!"

Lao Yu pretended to be alarmed and quickly defended: "Taijun, I am loyal!"

Xu Ruifeng took out half of the steamed bun, bit it and said to himself: "What are you doing?"

The steamed buns got into his mouth, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. When the drama was finally played, what could the Japanese get?

...

There were people on the streets of Beiman. It was not that the Japanese opened the banned city gates, but that the people would not be able to live a life if they didn’t come out. At this time, every household was poor and had no overnight food. If they didn’t earn some chewed grain, what would their family eat? How could they celebrate the New Year?

The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year.

People say that the New Year is coming and firecrackers are set off, but on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month of this year, there was no sound of firecrackers in the entire North Manchuria. Even the people who walked on the streets saw Japanese soldiers patrolling and went into the alley. Only when they arrived in a secluded corner did they dare to ask someone they knew: "Is there any soy sauce?"

"There is no soy sauce, there is garlic, what do you have?"

"I'm just a pickled cabbage."

It is hard to imagine that the people of North Manchuria were so scared that the Japanese did not even dare to do normal transactions on the surface, for fear that the Japanese who were crazy about gaining and losing their minds would be unhappy, so they were arrested and lost.

Interestingly, eating melons eighty years later has become a fashion.

Ruixiang car rides.

The boss was when Fengjun was still alive. He came over to avoid disaster after committing a crime from inside the pass. Because he was not short of money, he drove a car shop to avoid being idle. Those who came here to rent a car were all poor people, and they wanted to have a cheap car deal. But when Japanese people locked up the city, rich people dared not go out. Who would still take a car?

Therefore, while the chariot yard was full of cars, several homeless coachmen were all gathered on the chess board to play chess to relieve their boredom.

Only Zhang Ziqiang was holding a gourd and leaning against the rickshaw to drink.

"Oh, when do you think the city will be closed? The two money in my pocket has been spent almost the same amount. If I don't give up the car, I can't even afford corn flour tomorrow."

"Who is rich? Have you ever seen a wealthy family come out to get into the car and pull the car?"

"If you don't have money, then don't you have money? Zhang Ziqiang has been drinking every day these days, and he is very happy."

While chatting here, the owner of the car shop walked out angrily, holding a hatchet that he usually chops wood, stood in the yard and scolded: "Who did you guys steal my wine?"

"who!"

Suddenly, everyone turned to look at Zhang Ziqiang.

Zhang Ziqiang's face was flushed, and he turned his face and smiled foolishly at the owner of the car shop. He raised his gourd without saying a word and opened his mouth wide. He poured the last sip of wine into his throat. After sucking the taste, he ignored him.

"Zhang Ziqiang!"

The boss was about to rush over with his knife, and before he could take two steps forward - 告.

The gate of the yard of the car shop was kicked open, and a team of Japanese soldiers entered with guns, holding guns one by one and aiming at everyone in the yard.

The next second, Miki walked in, with a cold face.

"Who is Zhang Ziqiang!"

The interpreter stood in the yard and shouted. When the owner of the car shop looked at Zhang Ziqiang, who was sitting in the rickshaw carriage, he asked: "Taijun, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"Catch the person away!"

"Everyone in the yard is detained."

A group of coachmen also asked: "Why!"

"Why, you have an affair with the Red Party!!"

Affair...the Red Party?

They were all dumbfounded, only Zhang Ziqiang stood up honestly, shakingly, and raised his hand near the Japanese soldiers. While being tortured, he turned his head to apologize to everyone: "Sorry, my buddy is the Red Party, which has delayed everyone."

He actually has time to say something silly.

Since Zhang Ziqiang did not resist, the Japanese did not search so carefully, and pulled out with their arms on one side.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Japanese soldiers took their men out. Miki stood in the yard and asked, "Where is he living? Who has the closest relationship with him?"

No one in this courtyard dared to speak, and they all turned into mute.

Zhang Ziqiang stepped out of the door. Seeing that there was no one around, he glanced at the Japanese soldier who didn't care much. He took advantage of his unpreparedness and touched his arms. He quickly unscrewed the lid below and pulled the string directly.

Scream...

Smoke emerged at the bottom of the grenade.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

...

Wafang Shop.

Lu Xiang, who was sitting by the stove with the Manchurian Daily in his hand, stopped moving while being shocked by the loud noise, letting the dust on the roof fall, and still didn't take a look outside the window.

The Manchurian Daily read: "Today, our imperial army carried out a large-scale cleaning of the Manchurian mountainous areas, and wiped out 216 anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese elements. Their strongholds found that there was no food in the house. Except for a little prey hunted from the forest, only the boiling water of the snow-filled water was burning on the stove."

"The anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements have reached the end of their lives, and the imperial army will definitely be able to completely annihilate them in one go."

Lu Xiang shook his hands and went to the newspaper. When the dust fell, he said, "I'll do the next one."

Xiaowuzi reached out to stop him: "Brother, dear brother, I'll do it, I don't want the last one to leave alone."
Chapter completed!