Those eyes still had murderous intent, and that expression could still be as ferocious as possible. Xu Ruifeng seemed to see in this second the god of death who had been arguing with the Japanese about heroes with real swords and guns.
"Old man, I'm afraid Harbin is..."
"It's hard to go out, right?"
The old man smiled slightly and said nonchalantly: "Then I won't leave."
"This is my home. Anyone I see when I walk on the street is a relative. It's a safe place to live."
He slowly opened the drawer and asked, "What were you looking for just now?"
Xu Ruifeng smiled sheepishly and said, "I saw a Browning 1935 in your drawer."
Ma Zhansan opened the drawer, took out the firearm parts very preciously, placed them all on the table, and said, "Do you know anything about guns?"
Xu Ruifeng said with familiarity: "Browning 1935, slightly modified from Browning 1929, was designed by fn company at the request of Belgium, so the Belgian army became the first batch of buyers. They like 'large capacity,
The "big power" publicity stunt prefers to have requirements that are so exquisite as to be pathological, including a melting capacity of 13 rounds, an exposed hammer, a manual safety, being durable, easy to decompose, and capable of killing people within 50 meters."
“I have only recently heard about this Browning 1935, and have never seen a real one. But considering that it has 13 rounds of melted ammunition, uses 9mm bullets, is extremely accurate, and the whole gun weighs only one kilogram, it’s a design that feels right in my hand.
It’s a bit prickly.”
Ma Zhansan listened quietly and assembled the firearm with two clicks. Finally, he inserted the magazine and said, "Try it?"
Xu Ruifeng took the gun handed over by the old man. As soon as he took in the fine frosting on the gun handle, he could already feel the manufacturer's attitude towards the gun from the touch of the gun. I am afraid that even a gentleman cannot be as meticulous as his own son.
To this extent.
"Old man, you haven't said yet whether what I said is right or not."
Ma Zhansan raised his neck: "How did I know?"
"I just like guns, who cares who gave them to me? As long as they can kill people, that's fine."
When he saw Xu Ruifeng's love that he couldn't take his eyes off at all, he added: "You like it? If you like it, take it away."
"ah?"
Xu Ruifeng suddenly raised his head and quickly sent the gun back: "That's not possible, old man. This thing is a treasure right now. How can I..."
The old man pushed the gun back and explained: "Do you know where this gun came from?"
Ma Zhansan said word for word: "Before I defected from the Japanese, they gave it to me in order to curry favor with me."
"This thing will always be a shame in my life, but in your hands, it can kill Japanese people." Ma Zhansan joked: "I heard that you have a foreigner who is a master of left-handed pistols.
Number?"
Xu Ruifeng smiled, he knew exactly what this old man was going to say next.
"Then when you hold this gun, don't miss it. You have to know that if you kill a Japs, we will lose one bastard who is causing harm to people in the Northeast."
Xu Ruifeng looked at the gun and then at Ma Zhansan's disappointed expression. When a general learns that he may not be able to enter the battlefield and will end his life in vain, one can imagine the loss he felt.
"Old man, do you still want to escape from the Northeast and then lead an army to fight back?"
Ma Zhansan said as if his soul was lost: "Fighting on the battlefield for the country, killing Japanese pirates and driving away the Tartars, this is my lifelong wish..."
"The sick bones are torn apart and the gauze cap is wide, and the lonely minister has traveled thousands of miles away from the river. I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country. The matter is determined and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed!"
This is a poem by Lu You. It was written on the eve of the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty. It is equally sad as the sixteen states of Yanyun that were lost in the Southern Song Dynasty. At this moment, Xu Ruifeng listened to Ma Zhansan mentioning these familiar historical events and poems, and his whole body seemed to be in a state of despair.
I saw the Song army that had fought bloody battles without ever experiencing the war.
Are they any different from who we are today?
The same Yanhuang blood, the same ambition to serve the country, the same desire, and the same sadness.
The words "gold war and iron horse" and "expelling the Tartars" all come from that era. The old man used the past to compare with the present, and even more expressed his strong feelings.
The most important thing is that he is not fake.
"Old man, when I send you away, I will use this gun."
This is not Xu Ruifeng's impulsiveness. His mission to Harbin has been completed. Miki was killed by the chef and he can evacuate. Why not send this gentleman out at this time?
"You can pull it down."
The old man smiled and said: "Without me, you guys are just small fish and shrimps to the Japanese. If I hang around among you, it will be... How do you say that? Yes, strategy
, that’s called a strategic goal, even if the Japanese invest all their troops, they still have to keep us men.”
"Besides, how can you get out?"
Xu Ruifeng said again: "Just tell me whether you want it or not."
The old man was so smart that he immediately asked: "You don't want to kill the two Japanese people outside and let me wear dog skins and sneak out like you, do you?"
"Okay, you guys, how old I am, I can't let the Japanese see it at a glance."
"Besides, I don't wear dog skin."
Xu Ruifeng smiled and said: "Well, I'm offended!"
…
In the courtyard, two Japanese soldiers were waiting in the courtyard after completing the search. They could only hear the sound coming from inside the house: "Baga!"
The moment they quickly removed their guns from their shoulders, Xu Ruifeng and Wang Ming walked out of the house, pressing Ma Zhansan and the servant.
The two Japanese soldiers outside understood what was going on at a glance. After all, the gun in Xu Ruifeng's hand was different from their standard firearms. Even if these two men were different from the people their superiors wanted to arrest, they could still be charged with harboring firearms.
.
Just as the two Japanese soldiers were about to come up to help, Xu Ruifeng turned his head and glared at them so hard that the two Japanese soldiers stood there in shock, not daring to move.
Lao Xu had human hair on his body, and his glare was very scary. Coupled with the bloody smell of killing people all the time, it really calmed the two Japanese. Xu Ruifeng just pressed Ma Zhansan and his servants on the road.
Fang Fang walked over in the opposite direction, and not only was no one questioning him, he also saw Japanese people like them, who were also grabbing people and hurried by.
The two Japanese were still muttering behind them: "Murakami, I want to go over and help, why do they look at me like this?"
"The Kanto people are like this. They are afraid that our Kansai people will take away the credit. Okay, let's continue with the mission."
On the street, Ma Zhansan hunched over and looked up at the city that once belonged to his rule, looking at the people who were supposed to be ordinary people being taken out of their homes by the Japanese in rags. He hated it.
I hate that I have no one in my hands, so I can't stuff all these bastards into the pit and choke to death; I hate that this era has caught up with the centuries-old weakness of the feudal dynasty, and allows others to bully me, and secretly swears in my heart that as long as I can get out, I will do it.
We have to give these little Japanese people a head-on blow...
Little devils, just wait until I come back!
"It's a sack!"
A Japanese officer who was wandering on the street where many Japanese troops gathered saw Xu Ruifeng and the others. He was kind-hearted and kindly reminded Lao Xu that they would hit all the suspects they caught and escort them to the parking place for centralized processing: "You two, press them down."
To the east..."
But Xu Ruifeng didn't understand. He heard someone shouting behind him, but even though he didn't understand the meaning, he pretended not to have heard it and turned into the alley next to him and disappeared into it.
"well!"
"well!"
Japanese officers gave chase.
As soon as he entered the alley, Wang Ming flashed out of his sight at the corner, raised his hand and shot: "Hey, uncle!"
