"Stop fighting, it's boring. You are fighting over and over, and what you are fighting for is just a bubble. If you have this time, why not think about how to rescue Ben Leihu and make Master Jiu smile happily."
Chen Baoxiang is someone who has come before. What Luo Hongying needs at the moment is not a man to flatter her and win favors from her, but to help her solve the big trouble in her heart, which is to rescue Ben Leihu.
"Bullshit, you know shit! Ninth Sister is pure and pure. Her reputation is more important than anything else. How can this thief humiliate her in public at the inn and not kill him? How can he be worthy of Ninth Sister?"
Yu Shutong was furious and cursed him with foul words.
He exerted force on his hands, and Wu Yixiao made a hard gurgling sound in his throat and rolled his eyes.
"If you want to save people, don't kill him. If you want to make Master Jiu happy, don't kill him."
Chen Baoxiang was a little discouraged, so he just reasoned and did not stop him.
If you do evil in heaven, you can still live.
If you do your own evil, you will not live.
Wu Yixiao caused trouble by himself, so of course he had to deal with it himself.
"Kill him first, then-"
Before Yu Shutong finished speaking, a layer of dust suddenly floated down from the beams of the woodshed.
Then, a thin figure landed on the bed like a gray butterfly, and a pistol was pressed against Yu Shutong's temple.
"Second sister, help...help..."
Wu Yixiao called for help with difficulty, and escaped from the mouth of Yu Shutong's left hand.
"Second sister."
Chen Baoxiang stood up and cupped his fists.
The person who controlled Yu Shutong was a middle-aged woman with handsome features.
Her eyes were extremely sharp. She glanced at Chen Baoxiang's face a few times and shouted in a low voice: "Third brother, what's the point of refusing to save someone even if they die? Even if the fourth boy insults the other person, don't forget that he is
My brother, if you don't save him, you are betraying your brother, do you understand?"
Chen Baoxiang shook his head, smiled bitterly, and did not defend himself.
Even though Wu Yixiao is his fourth sworn brother, now that Wu Yixiao has broken the law and offended the public of the Gunslingers Association, he really deserves the blame.
"Song Zixue, kill me. Will the sharp gun let you go?"
Yu Shutong was not afraid at all, but anyone who opened fire here would alert the Japanese.
Song Zixue put away the short gun, got out of bed, ignored the book boy, and stared at Chen Baoxiang.
"Third brother, I haven't seen you for a few years, you have changed."
Chen Baoxiang was also very moved. When the four of them became sworn brothers, Chief Han had just taken over Shandong.
At that time, the Japanese were huddled outside Shanhaiguan and did not show their ferocious fangs.
"Second sister, are you okay?"
The two of them opened their arms at the same time and hugged each other tightly.
"Let's go, I'll spare your life. Remember, no matter how powerful the magic gun is, you still have to give some face to the friends on the road in Jinan. You can't step on them as much as you want, and kill them as you want."
Song Zixue waved her hand, and Yu Shutong put away his gun and walked out angrily.
"Bi Gong and Bi Jing are outside."
Chen Baoxiang told him in a low voice that this was what he was most worried about.
"Don't be afraid, I have released the suspects. The north bank of Daming Lake is full of people from the Sharpshooter Association and other Jianghu forces. The devils want to arrest people, but they can't catch them all. Everyone of them has a good citizen certificate. Third brother, don't be suspicious.
Bi Gong, Bi Jing came to Jinan not for you and me."
In the past, Chen Baoxiang had great respect for his second sister Song Zixue.
Just as all the heroes in Shandong in the past respected Song Gongming, the "timely rain", he knew that Song Zixue's ancestor was the direct descendant of Song Gongming, the only authentic one among the one hundred and eight generals in Shuibo Liangshan.
Therefore, when he saw Song Zixue, he was always respectful and respectful.
"I came here for the gold, and especially for the gold transport channel——"
Song Zixue smiled, took out a piece of white satin from her arms, slowly unfolded it, and spread it on the bed.
It turned out to be a map of Shandong, but the labels on it were in Chinese and Japanese characters. You could tell at a glance that it was drawn by the Japanese.
"Lao San, I came from Qingdao and killed a Japanese spy team who was drawing the map and obtained this map. You see, they have been looking for the gold transport team of the Eighth Front Army. From Zhaoyuan to Dongying, from Dongying to Shouguang,
Yidu continued southward, passed Linqu, and climbed over the mountains..."
On this map, the Japanese have marked the movement route of the gold transport team with eye-catching red lines.
In other words, as long as the gold transport team goes here, they will definitely get into the Japanese pocket array, and eventually all the people and the gold will be arrested.
"Lao San, think about it. With the map, we can ambush you in advance. Not to mention a thousand taels of gold, even if it's ten thousand taels or one hundred thousand taels, it's all ours. All you have to do is prepare the carriage and wait to load the gold.
"
Wu Yixiao had already recovered his breath and pointed at the map with surprise on his face: "Second sister, now that we have the map, what are we still doing in Jinan? Just go eastward!"
Chen Baoxiang looked at the map carefully and then gave Song Zixue a thumbs up.
Compared to Wu Yixiao's irritability, Song Zixue is calm and calm.
Compared with "outwit the birth plan", Song Zixue's plan is simply impeccable. It is almost like fishing in a dry lake. It can catch all the gold shipped from Zhaoyuan without leaving a single ounce.
The Japanese are cunning, but they never imagined that China's Jianghu forces have such a huge appetite.
"No, we have to rescue the traffic officers of the gold transport team. The purpose of rescuing people is to kill people, and to kill people is to control the news. This time, we will bring back a gold mountain and recruit a new team. Who dares to look down on us?"
Chen Baoxiang breathed a sigh of relief. He could see that after several years of dormancy, his second sister Song Zixue had also changed.
It's a pity that he doesn't want to see Song Zixue like this.
Gold is useless. Even ten gold mountains cannot drive the Japanese out of China. We can only keep killing them until all the Japanese are killed.
He felt that the woodshed was stuffy, so he went out alone and stood in the yard.
Liu Yue'e came from the front and whispered to him: "Everyone in the store has left, no one is left. I heard them talking, maybe they went to Tiegong Temple on the north bank of Daming Lake. Many people were arrested there and escorted
A prisoner."
Chen Baoxiang nodded, Liu Yuee was always able to observe people's words and gave him a lot of help.
"Master, what happened inside?"
"Don't worry about it, just take care of the store."
Chen Baoxiang didn't want Liu Yue'e to know more. After all, Song Zixue and Wu Yixiao were both Taoist people. They talked and acted differently from ordinary people. Don't frighten Liu Yue'e.
Song Zixue walked out of the woodshed, stretched slightly, and headed towards the direction of Pearl Spring.
"Lao San, when Chief Han was here, I said that one day we would become guests there. Now, if we have thousands of brothers and thousands of guns, can we do business with the Japanese?"
Chen Baoxiang's heart sank suddenly. He would not discuss business with the Japanese.
At any time, he was at odds with the Japanese.
If Song Zixue returned to Jinan with such a purpose, everyone's thinking would be completely different, even going in opposite directions.
"Second sister, what you said back then has no effect as time has passed."
Wu Yixiao also got out of the woodshed and interrupted with a smile: "Why doesn't it work? If someone has a gun, it will work anytime!"