This chaos is over. If Zhao Wuji is killed, the chaos of the Sharpshooter Club will come to an end.
"Fourth brother, I finally avenged you... Under the Nine Springs, don't worry, don't worry..."
Luo Hongying shed tears like rain, but people cannot be resurrected after death, so they can only accept the pain of losing their lover.
Lian Chengbi gently held Luo Hongying's shoulders and comforted her to rest.
Chen Baoxiang and Mr. Mu went outside and guarded the five corpses on the ground.
Long Qianli and Zhao Wuji planned to strangle these three people. The plan was so hidden that Chen Baoxiang was unable to detect it.
He calculated that he would buy three good coffins and bury these three people properly, so that he could be worthy of Luo Hongying.
"Old Chen, I'm sorry."
Chen Baoxiang did not complain about the other party, but he was a little confused.
The night he and Mr. Mu watched a movie at the Grand Theater No. 1 seemed like just yesterday, but so many things had happened and there was no going back.
"Old Chen, you don't blame me, do you? Lian Chengbi is the sect master of Wanhua Tower. We all obey her orders and don't dare to act without authorization. She asked me to lurk in Xigendao Street just to spy on the activities of the Sharpshooter Club."
Chen Baoxiang thought of Yu Shutong. If he was still well and had not taken refuge with the Japanese, he could at least stay with Luo Hongying and protect her when she left.
"List--"
"At……"
The two people spoke at the same time, and Mr. Mu sighed: "You tell me first, I have kept it secret from you for so long, and I feel guilty. After I finish the things here, I will treat you to a drink."
"Mr. Mu, where is the Fourteenth Leader? Did he really defect to the Japanese?"
Mr. Mu exclaimed: "Is there any lie? This kid looks like a human, and he is very good at deceiving people. I shouldn't have taken him to the rice shop. Alas, I have been in the world for many years, and he was betrayed by such a person.
The young man deceived me, and I, Mu Changsha, am really... stupid!"
Chen Baoxiang gave up completely and no longer had any illusions about book boys.
"What should I do with Luo Hongying?"
"The eldest sect master has said that he will send her away from Jinan and see if she goes to Peking or Shanghai. Anyway, there are friends from Wanhualou over there who can take care of her along the way."
Chen Baoxiang covered his forehead and felt that his temples were swollen, as if they were pierced by ten thousand swords.
After the Japanese entered the city, he wanted to find a moment of peace in the war-torn world, but he always found nothing.
At this moment, two streets away, Gu Lanchun might still be planning to bomb the train station.
It was a plan with a near-death plan, and he couldn't stop it. He could only watch from a distance and wait to clean up the mess.
"Old Chen, the great sect leader said that you are a good person who has been tested for a long time and is worthy of trust. From now on, we are all brothers of Wanhua Tower. Our lives are entrusted to each other and we share life and death!"
"I--"
Chen Baoxiang has a hard time saying that he likes Gu Lanchun and admires Liancheng Bi, but he does not necessarily want to join Wanhua Tower.
Jinan City is already chaotic enough. The Sharpshooter Club has just exited and Wanhua Tower is about to take the stage again. Where can there be any harmony and peace?
"Hey, Old Chen, is it a good thing that the sect leader likes you? Why are you looking so sad? She has already investigated you. In the past, after the heroes of Liangshan jumped into the river, Chen Da, I am a Mu brother - there is no way to stop Mu Hong.
, the direct descendants of Xiao Zhelan Mu Chun. Our ancestors were good brothers, and we are good brothers now, hahahaha..."
It seems that Mu Changsha's gentle, elegant and cowardly appearance before was all an act. Now he is the true character of a hero.
The descendants of Liangshan heroes inherit their ancestral legacy and dare not sink. Anyone who dares to reveal the name of their ancestors has a heroic spirit and is not afraid of the bayonets and guns of the Japanese devils.
The two met again, and Mu Changsha mentioned Zhu Xiaotian with great admiration.
"I have heard about Brother Zhu's reputation many times. I passed by the rice shop last time and saw you and him discussing things in the courtyard. It's inconvenient to disturb you, but I have always admired him greatly. His ancestor Zhu Wu, the divine machine strategist, has countless plans and is full of wisdom.
, on Shuibo Liang Mountain, second only to Wu Yong, the wise and wise military commander. When he comes back, I will be the host and treat the two brothers to a drink!"
Lian Chengbi came out and frowned.
Mu Changsha quickly stood up: "Big Sect Master, what's the matter?"
"Drink and drink, Lao Mu, you were lurking in Jinan to protect Gu Lanchun, but now look, what have you done? Before the battle at Plum Blossom Mansion, you were able to send out a signal in advance that Xu Huzi was not inside..."
Mu Changsha cried sadly: "Master, you have wronged me. The news I got before was that Xu Huzi was in the Plum Blossom Mansion. Who knew that the Japanese were so cunning and set up an empty city plan for us in the Plum Blossom Mansion? Besides, Xu Huzi was just a member of the gold transport team.
Traffic officer, is it worth our efforts?"
So far, Chen Baoxiang also feels that all parties have put too much effort into Xu Huzi, but have achieved nothing.
He even felt that the Japanese had turned into Jiang Taigong fishing in the Wei River. Only a Xu Huzi was hung on the fishhook, and the Chinese hero ran away and broke his legs.
"Yes, it's really strange for Xu Huzi to have all the four killers of the Eighth Front Army here!"
"Grand Sect Master, I have only met You Canghai. Where are the other three? Are they here too?"
Lian Chengbi knelt down and while inspecting the wounds of Long Qianli and Zhao Wuji, he replied: "The news from Peiping said that the three of them came from the north, and their destination is Jinan."
Mu Changsha rubbed his hands and shouted in a low voice excitedly: "The iron mountains in the sea hold up the sky... Okay, okay, I've been lurking in Jinan for the past few years and can't go to the battlefield to kill the Japanese. I was depressed at first, but now I look at it.
It’s worth it, I can meet the top experts of the Eighth Front Army and learn from them, I will have no regrets in this life.”
Chen Baoxiang was exactly the opposite to him. He didn't think it was a good thing for the Eighth Front Army to send so many people.
The more chaotic Jinan becomes, the harder life will be for the people.
If we continue to make trouble, we won’t even be able to survive this new year.
Crack, crackle, crackle...
Suddenly the sound of firecrackers rang out in the dark night, accompanied by the laughter and playfulness of several children.
That was a signal. When he heard the sound of firecrackers, Lian Chengbi breathed a long sigh of relief: "Okay, someone will come over soon and take away the body. Finally, the Japanese devils were not alerted."
Mu Changsha also breathed a sigh of relief: "Great Sect Master, you said a while ago that there is a great thing happening, what exactly is it?"
"Send New Year's gifts to the Japanese and blow up the train platform."
Mu Changsha smiled: "Great, the cargo bay is busy transporting ammunition to the Japanese. It should be bombed long ago! But before bombing, how about we steal the guns and ammunition and transport them to Changqing?"
At this moment, Chen Baoxiang was thinking of Chuanwen, Chuanwu and more Jinan people working on the goods counter.
The goods platform exploded, leaving them no place to work and eat, and they might be affected and lose their lives.
Lian Chengbi shook his head: "Specialize in one area, and you will be successful. If you are greedy for too much, you will be in trouble."
"Grand Sect Master, you stand high and see far, so I will listen to you!"
Mu Changsha did not argue and nodded readily.
As soon as the door opened, two people came in and carried the body to the carriage outside.
"Buy coffins for them and give them a decent burial..."
Chen Baoxiang spoke up, but was immediately stopped by Lian Chengbi: "Is there any difference between a thick burial and a thin burial? When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out, and his flesh rotting into a puddle of mud. What we have to do now is to kill the Japanese, not to express sorrow in vain."
Her words made sense. Chen Baoxiang held it in his heart for a moment and could no longer speak.
The two men carried away the body, returned, quickly cleaned up the ground, and carefully removed the bullet casings all over the floor. Then, they dipped a rag in water, wiped off all the blood, and then closed the door and left.
"These brothers are in charge of the aftermath. Wanhualou has different divisions of labor and each performs his or her own duties."
In front of Lian Chengbi, Mu Changsha was honest and did not dare to joke with Chen Baoxiang.
"How's it going with You Canghai?"
"He is in the Luoyuan Mansion. He has not been brought to court or sentenced to death. According to what the informant heard, Bi Gong and Bi Jing have laid a dragnet to catch the other three people and make a big contribution."
"Big credit? The two of them dealt with the remaining three killers of the Eighth Front Army. Don't they have too much appetite?"
"The great sect master doesn't have a big appetite, but he has helpers——"
After the house was cleaned up, Mu Changsha boiled water and made tea while whispering: "The 'Drunken Eight Immortals' under the command of the former Korean governor have all defected to the Japanese and are coming from Nanjing. These are Jinan natives. They will feel like a fish in water when they return to Jinan."
They can become Bi Gong and Bi Jing's right-hand man. In addition, the Japanese military has also formed an elite team, named the 'Fenglinhuoshan' mobile unit. With the help of these people, Bi Gong and Bi Jing have a great chance of winning."
Chen Baoxiang didn't say anything, but he knew the "Eight Drunken Immortals".
The eight of them returned to Jinan to help the Japanese, which was indeed a huge trouble for the Eighth Front Army.
"It is a good thing for a wanderer to return home."
"My great lord, it's a good thing for the Japanese, but it's a bad thing for us, a big bad thing!"
Mu Changsha made tea, brought it to the table, and poured tea for Liancheng Bi.
"The feelings of wandering in the clouds, the friendship of old friends in the setting sun. Boss Chen, they are Chief Han's confidants, and you were once a guest of Chief Han. When old friends meet, the friendship remains the same, right?"
Chen Baoxiang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "They are Chief Han's confidants, guests, and main customers, and I am just a cook. Chief Han's concubines like to eat handfuls of meat, and I happen to know how to cook it, that's all.
"
He held up the teacup and thought of the gloomy ghost prison in Luoyuan Mansion, and his heart suddenly became anxious again.
Friends in the Jianghu have legends that the Eighth Front Army acted chivalrously and loved the people like sons. They continuously blocked the Japanese along the Great Wall, north and south of the Yellow River, and in Taihang, Shandong and other places.
Regardless of their weak strength, they launched continuous attacks, delaying the Japanese invasion of the south and buying valuable time for the southern people to retreat.
Therefore, Chen Baoxiang has always admired the heroes of the Eighth Front Army and believed from the bottom of his heart that only by following them can Jinan people destroy the Japanese and live a good life.
"That would be troublesome!"
Although Lian Chengbi said this, his tone remained calm.
She is the chief sect leader of Wanhua Tower, and her magnanimity and magnanimity that does not change even when the mountain collapses before her are indeed admirable.
"Grand Sect Master, after I learned about the informant, I have been thinking that if the four killers all died in Jinan, would the Eighth Front Army launch a massive attack to kill all the Japanese in Jinan City and completely break their backs?
?”
As Mu Changsha spoke, he took out a map from the broken wooden box at the end of the kang and spread it out on the table.