"You can really brag, you can fucking brag. One bullet kills a thousand people, let me see if they kill one? There are only so many people in Jinan, and the Japanese take out ten bullets, and all of us Jinan people will be killed.
Empty?"
The messenger shook his head: "Brother, you didn't understand. What those Japanese translators meant was to make some more powerful bullets and fire them with guns that are more powerful than long guns, short guns, and machine guns, and they can kill a thousand people."
"Haha, the Japanese don't try to figure it out when they brag... What's more powerful than a machine gun is a cannon. A cannon fires a shell and can kill at most ten or twenty people, but it can't kill a thousand people. The storyteller under the overpass is following me.
As I said, the most powerful weapon in the world is a bomb, which is installed on a plane and dropped from the sky. A bomb can blow up a train station, but it is impossible to kill a thousand people..."
As soon as he mentioned guns and war, Chuanwu became energetic, pestering Chuanwen and bickering, nagging and talking non-stop.
After finishing his meal, Chen Baoxiang took his food box and went out through the back door, heading straight to the Confucian Temple.
He had previously made a rule with Wu Yixiao to meet there if necessary.
When we arrived at the entrance of the Confucian Temple, we only stood there for a while before Wu Yixiao arrived.
"Third brother, I have found out clearly. There are forty-two Japanese and traitors in total. The best time to take action is during dinner time, when there are the most people and the most lax defense."
Wu Yixiao took out a piece of cigarette paper, looked at the numbers on it, and added again: "After the medicine poured out on them, I opened the back door and let the people from the Gunslingers Association in, killing all the Japs along the way. Then I found the key, opened the dungeon, and put
The people were rescued and retreated back to the original route. Overnight, they all dispersed from Jinan City, and no one was left."
This is a simple and perfect plan. Chen Baoxiang has calculated it many times.
He was able to figure out how to use rat poison. The basis of the plan was that he did not regard the Japanese as human beings.
"Have all the people in the prison been identified? Ben Leihu, Gu Lanchun, the traffic officer..."
"Yes, it's confirmed. The biggest advantage now is that the identity of the traffic officer of the Gold Transport Team is too important. The Japanese are not worried about letting people from Meihua Mansion interrogate him, so they just imprison him until he enters Luoyuan Mansion."
Wu Yixiao said while his eyes rolled around.
Chen Baoxiang knew Wu Yixiao well and knew that when the other party said this, he had already moved his mind.
He patted Wu Yixiao on the shoulder and told him word for word: "Cooperate with the Gunslingers Association, follow the rules, and don't mess around. If you harm them, you are harming yourself."
Chen Baoxiang's head was buzzing when he thought of Wu Yixiao's archery book to the Japanese military headquarters.
When Chief Han abandoned the city and fled, he had the same feeling - he hated iron and couldn't turn it into steel, and he couldn't help but feel angry.
"Second sister asked me to take the traffic officer with me, take a carriage out of the city immediately, pass through Zhangqiu overnight, and go to Yidu County."
Chen Baoxiang's chest felt clogged. He could command Wu Yixiao, but he could not control Song Zixue.
"Third brother, have you ever thought about leaving Jinan after finishing this job?"
“Where to go after leaving Jinan?”
"Go to...Shanghai, go to the south, go to Hong Kong, go to a place where there are not so many Japs. Anyway, we have gold in our hands, and we will be the masters wherever we go, right?"
Subconsciously, Chen Baoxiang looked at Wu Yixiao's neck.
According to Luo Hongying, Wu Yixiao was already dying and could not leave Jinan City alive.
"It's better to live well. It's not easy to live in these troubled times. Why do you think so much? Lao Si, I will live and die in Jinan all my life. I will never go anywhere."
Wu Yixiao chuckled: "You, third brother, are satisfied just watching your wife and children on the hot bed. You are truly a Jinan native. But why are you desperately trying to rescue Gu Lanchun? Isn't it also because of her——
"
This time, Wu Yixiao touched Chen Baoxiang's sore spot and made his heart tremble.
"Third brother, you saved Gu Lanchun, she must be grateful to you. Then what? Then what?"
Chen Baoxiang calmed down and responded in a low voice: "We are all brothers within the four seas. I saved her out of moral justice. She is a famous actress with real abilities and should not die in a Japanese dungeon."
"Shit... Third brother, that's the only thing you're not good at, you always keep it secret. You saved Gu Lanchun just because you wanted to be good with her, right? I saved Ben Leihu just for Luo Hongying. You see, how magnanimous I am, I
The more men I have, the more courage I will have..."
Chen Baoxiang gently tapped the wooden railings on both sides of the Confucian Temple gate, feeling angry and laughing at Wu Yixiao's words.
Everyone can act like a hero and pretend to be a hero.
Wu Yixiao provoked the Shenqianghui and stabbed down the sky. He still felt that he was a real hero, so he just beat the tiger with his bare buttocks - it was shameless and life-threatening.
"Okay, if there are no other accidents, we will make a decision to start the day after tomorrow."
"Third brother——"
Wu Yixiao stretched out his hand to Chen Baoxiang and rubbed his thumb and index finger gently.
"What?"
"I will have a share of the deposit that the sharp gun will give me. Brothers, it is the rule of the road to settle the accounts."
Chen Baoxiang didn't say any more nonsense. He took out the handkerchief Luo Hongying gave him from his pocket, took out two small yellow croakers and placed them in Wu Yixiao's palm.
"The Fucking Sharpshooter Club... is very rich. They were funded by the Northeastern Army's veteran commander and personally supervised by the young commander. They have tens of thousands of taels of gold, not to mention..."
Wu Yixiao put the small yellow croaker in his mouth and bit it. He confirmed that it was real gold and immediately put it in his pocket.
"Don't do other things, don't stay in prostitutes' houses, don't gamble..."
Chen Baoxiang said "no" three times in a row, and then sadly discovered that Wu Yixiao wanted money just for the two things above, gambling and prostitution.
"I understand, I understand, third brother is gone!"
Wu Yixiao ducked slightly and disappeared into the night.
Chen Baoxiang sat on the bluestone steps, holding his head in his hands, wanting to cry but without tears.
He was caught in the middle and didn't know how to deal with the dilemma.
Of course, Wu Yixiao would die regardless of whether he took action or not.
The Jianghu people who help the Japanese can only be traitors and cannot be anything else.
Wu Yixiao deserves to die because he is too smart. He not only wants to get the reward from the Sharpshooter Club, but also wants to wipe out the Sharpshooter Club in one fell swoop. In the end, he will gain both people and money.
At this moment, Chen Baoxiang has ambitions but cannot stretch them. He can only struggle to move around in the Japanese-occupied Jinan City. I wonder if he will be able to compromise in the end?
Chen Baoxiang sat for a while, stood up, determined the direction, and walked back to the back streets of the county.
Just as he reached the corner of the street where the windlass was turned, his feet slipped and his vision blurred. Two people, one behind the other, holding bright daggers in their hands, pressed him tightly.
"If you are sensible, hand over your treasure!"
The man behind lowered his voice and gave vicious instructions.
Chen Baoxiang was upset that he was so angry with Wu Yixiao that he neglected to take precautions and met the robber.
"Boy, I'm just a food delivery guy, I don't have any treasures."
"If you fart and die, just take out the handkerchief bag just now. We brothers, if you don't rub sand in your eyes, there will be at least two small yellow croakers in it, right?"