The bald wounded soldier in the lead of the other party had not yet understood what Hou San meant. He didn't know how the other party could misinterpret his meaning into a competition between street gangsters. But before he could open his mouth to speak, he saw Hou San begin to take off his own clothes.
Top. Hou San, who was shirtless in front of everyone, attracted a cry of exclamation. He looked at the bald wounded soldier with a sneer. Hou San smiled with disdain, "Boy, grandpa, when I compete with others,
I'm afraid you are still hiding in your mother's arms and sucking milk. Grandpa has more wounds on his body than you have ever seen. Before you come to make trouble next time, you should weigh your weight clearly."
Hou San's body was covered with scars. Some looked like old wounds, and some looked like new wounds. However, these wounded soldiers did not expect that a person would have so many scars on his body.
"Monkey, you are wrong. Why are you showing your scars when you have nothing to do? We are soldiers who fight against Japanese invaders. We cannot just take off our shirts and show off our flesh. This is not good. Put on your clothes quickly." Hou San.
What he said was pure disdain, but what he said was a slap in the face to those wounded soldiers.
Hou San and Dice's singing made the bald wounded soldier's expression become very strange. He thought that with the large number of people on his side, the other party's people would know the current affairs and spend some happy money, but they didn't.
Thinking that the other party actually had two guys with the same flesh as hobs. Tang Cheng had been sitting and smoking. Although he didn't speak or move, he had been observing the expressions and behavior of these wounded soldiers. This bald guy must be the leader.
, as long as he is pressed, the remaining wounded soldiers will not be a concern.
Tang Cheng watched calmly, not feeling embarrassed at all because he was a spectator. Hou San and the others were not fools, and they should know what they could and couldn't do. The reason why Hou San was acting so recklessly was because he wanted to anger this person in person.
Bald and wounded soldiers, as long as the opponent makes a move first, Hou San and Dice will have reason to fight back. These two gangsters never consider what they will face if they make things worse. They only want the pleasure in front of them.
First being betrayed by Hou San and then being despised by Dice, the bald wounded soldier finally couldn't help but prepare to take action. "Brothers, these outsiders don't know good and bad, so join them." The bald wounded soldier obviously didn't do it either.
What a fool, Hou San's scars alone are not something he can deal with alone, not to mention Dice and Wu Laosan standing behind Hou San don't look like they are fuel-efficient people, so the bald wounded soldier shouted to follow.
The other people he came in started to work together.
The sound of a gunshot instantly restored calm to the noise in the warehouse. Tan Fei, holding a shell gun, appeared in the sight of the wounded soldiers. Next to Tan Fei stood Liu Shitou, who was holding a Czech light machine gun.
"What's the matter, you still want to take advantage of the large number of people to start a group fight. Okay, according to our rules in group fights in Peking, you can touch the guy, and you can kill him. You can come over and try." Tan Fei, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, said with a mouthful of Beijing movies,
He pointed the shell gun in his hand at the wounded soldiers in front of him. All the wounded soldiers who were pointed by the gun involuntarily and quietly retreated.
"Don't be afraid. They only have these two guns. Besides, the machine gun might just be a decoration without bullets. There are so many of us, I don't believe that his gun can hold dozens of bullets." The bald wounded soldier was still confused.
Looking at the others behind them, Zhang Xiaobao and Fatty Ma, who had been silent, took out their rifles from under their beds and pointed them at themselves. The bullets that jumped out when they pulled the bolt were definitely not an illusion. The yellow bullet that fell to the ground
The bullets caused most of the wounded soldiers to retreat outside the warehouse.
"You can't leave, stay here to answer a few questions." The unreasonable Hou San pointed at the bald man who also wanted to exit the warehouse and shouted. The latter tried to glare, but was directly hit by Fatty Ma's rifle.
Holding his chin, he could only obediently follow Zhang Xiaobao's request and squat at the door of the warehouse with his head in his arms. He thought he could watch a good show, but unexpectedly it turned out to be an out-and-out farce. The wounded soldiers started but ended badly.
Tang Cheng was helpless, and he immediately stood up and asked Liu Shitou to help him go in to rest, leaving the matter of treating the bald and wounded soldier directly to Hou San and the others.
Tang Cheng was lying on his bed without closing his eyes. The stationmaster named Mao, who had been beaten by the wounded soldiers, came to Tang Cheng to chat with him with a bottle of wine. The shelter station set up by the 58th Army in Liuyang was just
It is a temporary unit, but no one with some ability in the 58th Army will come to do this. The stationmaster surnamed Mao was forced to be the stationmaster who has no control over anyone because he offended him."
Brother Tang, I really belong to you. Wang Hu refused to accept anyone in the shelter. I didn’t expect that he asked you to subdue him today. Brother, I don’t have anything good, just a bottle of wine and some peanuts. I want to have a good time with you.
Let’s talk.”
"Stationmaster Mao is so polite. You don't want to offend anyone. Otherwise, even if there are a few more reckless men like Wang Hu, they won't be your match." After being flattered by the other party for no reason, Tangcheng didn't like it.
Do you mind putting a tall hat on the other person? Tang Cheng excused himself as he was injured and couldn't drink, so he just asked Zhang Xiaobao to make a pot of tea and bring it over. He used tea instead of wine to chat with the webmaster surnamed Mao. Webmaster Mao knew that this was Tang Cheng's grudge.
, he didn’t say anything, just chatting with Tangcheng all over the world.
"Stationmaster Mao, I drank wine, ate peanuts, and talked so much. If you have anything to do, you might as well just tell me directly. I'm not a person who can guess riddles." This is not what Tangcheng said.
It was the first time I chatted with Webmaster Mao. It was obvious that Webmaster Mao was not in good condition today. Seeing that he was a good guy and had just been beaten, Tang Cheng simply asked directly.
Perhaps he had been waiting for Tang Cheng to ask such a question. Stationmaster Mao did not shy away from Zhang Xiaobao, who was sitting next to Tang Cheng, and directly explained his purpose. "To be honest, brother Tang, the food in the shelter was originally
There isn’t much. I originally thought I could get some food supplies from Changsha, but I didn’t expect that all the food in Changsha has been transferred to the frontline troops. The shelter originally provided two meals a day, one dry and one thin, but now there is not enough food.
I can barely afford two meals of porridge a day."
"You are a sensible person and a capable person. You have to help me find a way. If these wounded soldiers make trouble a few more times, my brother and I may lose my life here." Station Commander Mao said firmly.
He took Tang Cheng's hand and pretended to treat a dead horse as a live doctor, which made it difficult for Tang Cheng. He secretly cursed himself in his heart. If he kept pretending to be confused and chatted with him, maybe his surname was Mao.
He wouldn't behave like this, but now that the words have been spoken, he can't refuse them outright.
Including those who are still bedridden, there are approximately more than 300 wounded soldiers in this shelter. There are only a dozen or so people like Station Commander Mao who have been entrusted with important tasks by the 58th Military Commission to stay in the shelter. A dozen people are in charge of more than 300 wounded soldiers.
Soldiers are already very busy, so I can't blame Station Commander Mao for seeking medical treatment urgently because of a food shortage. Once these wounded soldiers don't have food to eat, something big will happen.
"Then what method do you want? My method may not work on these wounded soldiers of yours." Tangcheng is actually in a dilemma. The wounded soldiers in the reception station don't even have weapons. Tangcheng asked them to suppress the bandits.
To make money, you need to have enough force. Is it possible that these wounded soldiers can still carry wooden sticks and go out to suppress bandits? "If you can get weapons for your wounded soldiers who have recovered their ability to move, I can
I’ll give you an idea, maybe I can solve your problem in just one try.”
When Tang Cheng said these words, he obviously emphasized the words a bit. The horrified stationmaster Mao looked at Tang Cheng with an expression of extreme fear. He thought that Tang Cheng wanted to treat others by pretending to be a bandit and robbing houses. "You want to
What, I am an officer of the national army, how could I encourage you to become a bandit?" Tangcheng glanced sideways at Station Commander Mao, "Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and other places have always been the distribution centers for cigarettes. Most of the cigarettes in the north come from Yunnan, Guizhou and
It was shipped from Sichuan, and you know that trafficking in tobacco is illegal, right?"
After the confused Station Master Mao nodded in confusion, Tang Cheng continued, "When my people were out, they saw someone selling tobacco soil on the black market, and the price was very low. The price of tobacco soil is low.
, it can only mean that a large amount of tobacco has arrived in the near future. Only when the quantity of goods is large, the price of the goods will go down, and the same is true for tobacco."
Stationmaster Mao was still confused after hearing this, so he asked, "What does what you are talking about have to do with my affairs? Now I am not only short of food but also short of money. Even if I want to pour smoke, I have no capital. Can you
I can’t explain it clearly directly.”
The other party's lack of understanding could only make Tang Cheng curse in his heart, "You idiot, I didn't want to ask you to go dump the smoke. What I mean is that since there are already recovered soldiers in the shelter, as long as you can find weapons,
It shouldn't be a problem to give it to them and go out to rob a road, right? The guys who are pouring smoke are all fat and oily. It doesn't take much to do it. It only takes one or two times to solve your problem. It is said that it is food, and even money can do it.
I got a lot back."
Seeing that Station Commander Mao lowered his head and said nothing, Tang Cheng immediately lowered his voice and continued to confuse, "The trouble those wounded soldiers are looking for you is just to fill their stomachs. As long as you have food and money, do you think they will still look for you?"
Is there any trouble? If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it. It's so difficult to find a place to take care of food these days, and it's easy to make a bowl of rice."
Stationmaster Mao lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly picked up the remaining half bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth, "Grandma, that's it. If you don't give me food, why don't you give me a few broken guns? As long as you don't give me food."
Don’t let the people in the shelter starve to death, let alone let me rob smoke and soil, so what if I really become a bandit." After sending away the drunk stationmaster Mao, Tang Cheng lay on his back on the bed, which was a little strange.