"Sir Liu, this is already the third wave of guys coming out from the direction of Mengcheng. Each of these guys looks like they don't want to be good people. Could they be in the same group as the fake bandits we killed?" Sitting on the shaft of the car.
Zhang Yun and Liu Yangyang were whispering in a low voice. Liu Yangyang, who was sitting with Lu Yong smoking and chatting, couldn't help but look in the direction of Zhang Yun. Several men in black riding horses were standing on the side of the road.
Looking this way, Liu Yangyang's eyes happened to collide with each other. The other person was slightly dazed. Under Liu Yangyang's gaze, he turned his head and looked away pretending to be nonchalant.
"Zhang Yun is right, these guys should be in the same group as those fake bandits." Liu Yangyang did not look away because of the opponent's dodge, but carefully looked at the men on horseback one by one.
After checking it over again, Liu Yangyang finally laid his eyes on those stirrups. If he saw it correctly, the stirrups of these guys were exactly the same as those of the fake bandits. Even the logos on the stirrup belts were exactly the same.
Liu Yangyang and his carriage slowly passed by the men in black who were standing by the roadside. There was no obvious abnormality on either side. However, before Liu Yangyang told Lu Yong what he had observed, a man in black on horseback had already
He galloped towards Mengcheng. "Don't worry, the guys in our hands are not given for free. These are not people wearing official clothes. We are afraid of what he will do." Liu Yangyang once again showed Zhang Yun and others from the Sichuan Army
In spite of his arrogance, even Tang Cheng and Jiujin looked indifferent.
Tang Cheng, who had filled his stomach, had already left Jiu Jin's two horse legs far away. Compared with the fat and tender stewed chicken, simple roasted horse meat could no longer meet Tang Cheng's needs. What's more, Tian Kui also said
There are a lot of delicious food in Mengcheng, and Tang Cheng’s heart has already flown far away to the dining tables of various restaurants in Mengcheng. He quietly touched the gold bar sewn on the inside of his belt, and Tang Cheng felt that he was now a rich man.
Now, I had never had this idea when I was searching for money in the Japanese-owned sushi restaurant in Shanghai, but after experiencing the Nanjing War, Tangcheng also began to agree with Liu Yangyang's idea of enjoying life in time.
Tang Cheng, who was sitting on the carriage and thinking about something, did not notice the suspicious-looking men in black on the roadside, because all of Tang Cheng's attention was occupied by thinking about things in his mind, and he had no extra thoughts to pay attention.
Other things. Tangcheng is delicious. Thanks to the experience of traveling around with Robert since childhood, Tangcheng has eaten delicacies from many places. Of course, I also eat wild vegetables and drink rice soup. In this era where death can occur at any time
, Tang Cheng is ready to let go of his usual reserve and become a person who forgets about life and death and can enjoy himself in time.
The rain and snow in the past few days turned the vast fields into white, but all of this was soon trampled by groups of refugees and defeated soldiers marching in the snow into black, yellow, yellow and muddy conditions. The same is true here in Mengcheng. Northern Jiangsu
The land of northern Anhui is filled with refugees from all over the place; they don't know where to go to escape the damn war. These frightened and helpless people only know how to follow the crowd, go north or west.
Go. But in Mengcheng, where everyone thought they could stay away from the war, the fleeing people were blocked in this wilderness a few miles away from Mengcheng.
Several big cowhide drums were beaten loudly, and two large flags embroidered with the words of the Mengcheng Militia were billowing in the wind with a "crackling" sound. Below the big flags that were blown by the wind were a group of people with live ammunition.
Among the men, the man with a sharp face, sitting on a Taishi chair, wearing a shiny mink coat and a beard similar to the Japanese, was watching his men whip a man who was begging for help.
A middle-aged man rolling around in the mud begging for mercy.
These men in black armed with guns used rough wooden horses to cut off the road. On both sides of the avenue, there were some men in black on horseback patrolling and galloping back and forth. The middle-aged man who was being whipped was because
Those who wanted to bypass this checkpoint were caught and punished by the men on horseback. "You outsiders, what do you think our city is? A shelter? Those who want to enter Mengcheng must pledge their anti-Japanese donation. As long as they pledge their donation,
, our brothers will let you go immediately, if you don't want to hand over, then stay here." The man with a sharp face smoked a cigarette leisurely, and motioned to his men to tie the middle-aged man to the horse for public display.
There are several large bamboo baskets placed in the mud in front of Juma. There is also a banner on the baskets with the four characters "Anti-Japanese Fundraising" written on it. Everyone who wants to cross the checkpoint to Mengcheng must throw their baskets into the baskets.
Buy money for the road. Some people said they had no money, so they were driven to the nearby fields by the men in black with guns. No matter how much these people begged, the men in black with guns ignored them.
It's not that no one resisted, but resistance didn't work, because the people blocked here by the checkpoint were not very united. Just three or four hundred meters beyond the checkpoint, you can see with the naked eye people lying on the snow.
The scattered corpses are those who are unwilling or unable to pay to pass the checkpoint and want to take a detour. The snow on the field around the checkpoint is covered with withered grass and mud that is difficult to walk. Those who want to take a detour to cross the checkpoint are definitely not
The opponents of those riders who are lucky will be caught and whipped, while those who are unlucky will be shot to death in the wild by the riders. This is why so many people are blocked here and no one dares to resist.
reason.
A fast horse rushed all the way to the checkpoint. The rider on the horse dismounted and ran in front of the man with a sharp face in three steps and two steps. He whispered, "Fifth Master, we saw it when we were walking on the slide in front.
There was a group of about 30 people, some of whom were carrying long guns. The fourth master recognized that two of them were officers. They were coming this way. The fourth master said that the checkpoint should be withdrawn first.
Save yourself the trouble."
"What? My fourth brother really said that?" The knife-striped face that had been sitting motionless in the Grand Master's chair, making him look like a mountain tiger, suddenly became furious, "When did the fourth brother's courage become so timid? Here is
In Mengcheng, even those who come here have to keep their heads in front of me. It took me a long time to collect the money today, and the brothers are still waiting for the collected money to drink wine. After the checkpoints were removed, I still got the money.
Why are you collecting money? Tell the brothers, copy the guys and give me some energy. If you find something wrong soon, I will take care of this gang of **."
"Fifth Master, those Qiu Ba people are here." Less than ten minutes after the Tian family's carriage paid for it and crossed the checkpoint, Liu Yangyang's carriage slowly appeared in the sight of the knife-faced man, along with those who were blocked by the militia.
Different from the defeated troops, Liu Yangyang and the others clearly had murderous intent on their bodies. He signaled his subordinates to get ready, and the knife-faced man stood unsteadily in front of the checkpoint. He didn't want to conflict with Liu Yangyang and the others, as long as he thought
This gang of prostitutes, Qiu Ba, has some eyes, so it's not impossible to let them pass for free.
Liu Yangyang, who was walking on the left side of the carriage, did not notice the knife-faced man standing in front of the checkpoint at first. The first thing that came into his sight were the refugees and a dozen broken soldiers in military uniforms who were blocked in front of the horse.
When he saw the sharp-faced man standing in front of the horse, Liu Yangyang couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. Although Liu Yangyang was also a defeated soldier now, he looked down on the dozen or so people mixed in with the refugees.
The soldiers were defeated and felt that they had completely humiliated the country.
"Jiu Jin, go and call those bastards from the crowd. You're going to be so fucking embarrassed." Still dozens of meters away from the checkpoint, Liu Yangyang gave the order to stop advancing, but he sent someone who didn't know what was going on.
Jiujin went to the crowd and called those defeated soldiers over for questioning. "You guys should just take off your fucking skins. Is the gun in your hand a fire stick? There are more than a dozen of you, and you still have fire sticks on your body."
There are grenades, but you can’t even deal with a group of vigilantes who are not much stronger than women?”
After asking what had happened, Liu Yangyang, who was standing on the carriage, cursed the defeated soldiers loudly in front of the group of men in black. Liu Yangyang's voice was too loud, and he was the man in black standing behind the checkpoint.
Even with my ears blocked, I could still hear clearly. "Load the bullets, unscrew the back cover of the grenade, and the fighting will begin in a while. Take care of yourself and don't let them get close." The Tangcheng on the carriage clicked.
The gun of Hua's machine was loaded with bullets, and the muzzle of the gun was hidden under the coat and pointed at the knife-striped face, whose expression changed greatly.
"What are you looking at? I'm scolding you, what can you do to me?" Seeing the sharp-faced face change drastically after hearing this, Liu Yangyang jumped out of the carriage and went up to him, cursing as he walked.
Still a few meters away from the knife-striped face, Liu Yangyang had already pulled out his shell gun, "Put down the gun for me. How can a small vigilante group be so fucking arrogant? Here are the little devils.
I still call him a bloody bitch."
Seeing that Liu Yangyang had already come forward to greet him, Tang Cheng and the others did not dare to neglect the carriage. They jumped off the carriage and followed him with rifles in hand. The militiamen blocking the private checkpoint here were only a dozen people, including those on horseback.
There were more than 30 people, but Liu Yangyang showed off more than a dozen spears at once, and Jiu Jin simply held two grenades with the back cover unscrewed in his hand. This time, there was an obvious contrast in the strength of the two sides.
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"Is it your Mengcheng County government's idea to set up a fucking checkpoint here to collect donations?" Seeing that his subordinates had been driven into the wilderness by the other party with rifles, facing Liu Yangyang's aggressiveness, the knife-faced man felt in his heart
Naturally, he was a little panicked. Seeing that the sharp-faced guy didn't reply, Liu Yangyang became even more angry, and directly hit the opponent's forehead with the barrel of the shell gun. In just a few blows, he hit the opponent's forehead.