After being locked up in the cottage for one night, they were picked up the next morning and taken to what looked like the most spacious hall.
This stockade looks a bit crude. The dozen or so rooms were originally a mountain temple, but were later occupied by them. There are no walls around it, only four turrets erected in the four corners, with people standing guard on them.
Along the way, Nangong Wentian discovered that there were more than 300 people in the village. The number of people who went there last time was only a few dozen, which accounted for one-fifth of the total number of people.
Arriving at the room that was originally the main hall of the Mountain God, Nangong Wentian and others looked up and saw that the statue of the Mountain God on the altar where the clay sculpture of the Mountain God was originally had been moved away, and now a chair was placed there.
It was covered with a piece of tiger skin and became the so-called tiger skin golden chair.
Under the altar, there were several people with different looks standing on both sides. They seemed to be the leaders of this force. They all looked arrogant and arrogant in their brows.
The chair was empty. It seemed that the real responsible head of the family had not arrived yet. Two minions pushed Nangong Wentian in and asked him to stand still at the door.
The leaders all turned back to look at him, with a look of scrutiny in their eyes.
Nangong Wentian looked calm. He took two steps forward, then stopped and looked at the leaders up and down.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and immediately after that, the thin man appeared at the gate, with two box cannons stuck in his waist, and a murderous look on his face.
Behind him was a tall man with a heavy back and a heavy waist, wearing a gray cloth trousers on the upper body, a pair of military trousers on the lower body, and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet.
This man had a dignified appearance, a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows that slanted into his temples, a square mouth, and twinkling eyes. He looked like a soldier in every move he made.
Nangong Wentian took one look and was sure that this man was from the army and had a lot of aspirations to be in the army.
He strode to the chair, and the big man didn't show any politeness. He turned around and sat on the chair, then raised his eyes to look at Nangong Wentian opposite.
Nangong Wentian also looked at him, refusing to give in.
"Lower your head, this is the commander-in-chief of our Fengtian Anti-Japanese Iron-Blooded Army. You are not polite." Someone next to him was unhappy with his behavior and reached out to slap him on the back of the head.
Nangong Wentian didn't even look back. Just when the slap was about to land on the back of his head, he seemed to move casually, and the opponent missed. He took a step forward due to the unbalanced force and almost fell down.
"Hey, boy, you dare to fight back." After suffering a secret loss, he became angry and stretched out his hand to fight back.
The big man frowned and shouted softly, "Stop."
Seeing that the master had spoken, the guy had no choice but to retreat in a dignified voice, but stared at Nangong Wentian angrily.
"This friend, you are so skilled." The big man chuckled without getting angry at all, "I wonder which sect you are from?"
Nangong Wentian smiled slightly, not caring, "It's a small trick, it's not a big deal."
"Hey, it's not a big deal?" The big man suddenly sneered, grabbed the 95-type improved automatic rifle from the table next to him, then clicked it on the gun, raised it with one hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun straight at Nan Gong Wentian, "Is it so
Good guy, he has a lot of background."
The sound of gunfire echoed in the hall. More than a dozen bullets were fired from the automatic rifle and hit a few inches in front of Nangong Wentian's feet. The green bricks on the ground immediately had a row of small holes.
Smoke and dust rose up.
Nangong Wentian never moved a step, or even blinked, turning a blind eye to the bullets that were so close to him, "What do you call this leader?"
The big man also admired Nangong Wentian's calmness very much. He stood up, put one foot on the chair, put the automatic rifle on his shoulder with his right hand, and laughed loudly, "As expected of Luo Xiao's subordinates, the same
The courage is soaring."
Nangong Wentian couldn't help but be surprised when he heard that the other party mentioned Luo Xiao. It seemed that the other party had already figured out his identity, and Luo Xiao and Hu Ya were very familiar with each other.
Taking a deep breath, Nangong Wentian asked in a deep voice, "I am Nangong Wentian from the first squadron of the Huya Special Warfare Brigade. Who are you and how do you know the commander of our regiment?"
At this time, the big man had someone bring a chair to Nangong Wentian and asked him to sit down and talk, while he sat on the tiger-skin gold chair.
After Nangong Wentian sat down, the big man clasped his hands and said to him, "I am Tang Shaofeng. I used to be the commander of the first battalion and first company of the 619th Regiment of the Seventh Brigade of the Northeast Army. When the Japanese launched the Fengtian Incident, I happened to be in the city.
I was on duty at the door, but ended up fighting with the Japanese, and it was Luo Xiao who led someone to save my life."
At this time, the other leaders also sat down, with smiles on their faces, especially the thin man, whose murderous aura was gone. At this time, he smiled and said to Tang Shaofeng, "Commander, stop making trouble. I was talking to this guy just now."
Just kidding, brother, please don't mind, my name is Ling Haipeng, I am the master of this village, after Brother Tang came, I followed him and we fought against the Japanese together."
At this time, Nangong Wentian realized that these people were joking with him, so he also smiled and said, "Master Tang, Master Ling, everyone, your joke is a bit serious, I'm still crazy now
Jumping."
Tang Shaofeng grinned and said, "Haipeng brought you back to the mountain. I recognized your identities as soon as I saw this gun. Only Brother Luo Xiao has weapons like this, but Haipeng likes to make trouble, so he said
I wanted to make a joke with you, so I agreed, hahahaha."
Only then did Nangong Wentian realize that people had recognized his identity a long time ago, and he couldn't help but said, "Master Tang, aren't you afraid that this weapon does not belong to Commander Luo Army, but to someone else?"
Tang Shaofeng shook his head affirmatively and said, "This weapon is too advanced. I believe it is not inexhaustible in Brother Luo's hands. How could it be given to others?"
Nangong Wentian was dumbfounded. He was a member of the Huya Special Warfare Brigade, so he naturally knew that these weapons were the best weapons they had at the moment. Luo Xiao was very expensive.
After knowing each other's identities, the two parties quickly became harmonious and chatted and laughed together.
At this time, someone had already invited the soldiers who were following Nangong Wentian, and tables were arranged in the hall. The men brought wine and food, and everyone began to drink happily.
There was nothing good in the village, just some game, but there was no shortage of meat and good wine. These people were generous people. Everyone drank from big bowls and ate meat with big mouthfuls, and laughter filled the whole hall.
After drinking for three rounds, Tang Shaofeng put down his wine glass and looked at Nangong Wentian, "Brothers, what's wrong with you? Why were you beaten so badly by the Japanese? I remember Brother Luo is very powerful?"