"I can only do this. If you offend Miss Lian, please say a few nice words in front of her. Don't be offended."
"The eldest sect leader is not a ruthless person. Her parents, uncle and aunt died in Nanjing. Two cousins and three cousins fought bloody battles in Yuhuatai. They used a company of troops to block three Japanese regiments and fought until the last person fired a bullet.
Fire the glory bomb and die together with the enemy. When it comes to killing the Japanese, no one is more radical than her. This time, she plans to divide her troops into three groups, targeting the cargo platform, the military headquarters and the Luoyuan Mansion..."
Chen Baoxiang was stunned. The above three locations were all the core of Japanese defense.
Even if a large force of the Southern Army comes over, they still have to think carefully about how to fight this battle.
"That's impossible. How many troops do you have to have before you dare to divide your troops into three groups? This is to die, not to fight -"
"So I say, Boss Chen, in the eyes of the great sect leader, as long as you can kill the Japanese, you have to do it resolutely, even if you fight one by one, three by one, ten by ten..."
"She's crazy."
Chen Baoxiang blurted out, but at the same time he understood, why did Lian Chengbi hate the Japanese so much? The hatred for killing his father was irreconcilable. As long as he had the breath of his life, he would fight the Japanese to the end.
"Boss Chen, in the eyes of the great lord, all people in the world are equal. If your son doesn't die, other people's sons will die. If everyone is greedy for life and afraid of death, Jinan will be finished. All cities in the country will become Japanese herding horses and cattle.
Stables and cattle pastures. Do you want to see this miserable situation of losing power, humiliating the country, and being slaughtered by human beings?"
Chen Baoxiang didn't know how to respond, he just stared blankly at Gu Lanchun's eyebrows and hair.
"I am an opera singer. Singing opera will not save the country. Singing opera will not kill the Japanese devils. Even singing opera... my hometown was destroyed by the Japanese invaders. Thirty-two households in the village, including 140 people, were all burned to ashes."
Chen Baoxiang responded solemnly: "I know, I understand the helplessness of the eldest sect leader."
"Boss Chen, the war is spreading all over the world. Even if your son doesn't die today, when the Japanese conduct bacterial experiments, they will select healthy young men and take them directly to the laboratory regardless of whether they are willing or not. In the Northeast, this
There are too many things going on. Now that those boxes have arrived in Jinan, it is their last stop. This is a certainty and no one can change it."
Gu Lanchun continued talking on her own. It seemed that whether Chen Baoxiang responded or not, she had to make it clear.
Chen Baoxiang felt like he had something stuck in his throat and wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't find a suitable reason.
"Boss Chen, before detonating the bomb, we will throw flares and incendiary bombs in advance and tell the children that as long as there is a fire, they should immediately find a corner and lie down. Don't run around and scream, don't listen to the Japanese, and put out the fire honestly. If there is a fire,
, the bomb was detonated five minutes later, and it was all in the wooden box - on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, at 11 o'clock in the night."
Gu Lanchun lowered his voice for the last sentence and could hardly hear it clearly.
She stood up, put on her hat, poured the sausages on the table, picked up the basket, and turned around to leave.
"Thank you very much. It's a great kindness. I will never forget it!"
Chen Baoxiang held his hands towards Gu Lanchun's back, and his chaotic heart finally calmed down.
"On the fourth day of the first lunar month, it's eleven o'clock in the middle of the night... As long as Chuanwen and Chuanwu don't run around and don't get close to the box, everything will be fine."
Chen Baoxiang took a reassurance, and his face, which had been dark all day, finally showed a hint of smile.
That night, Chuanwen and Chuanwu came back very late, and when they walked in, it was already ten o'clock in the middle of the night.
Both of them looked tired, but their eyes were full of smiles.
"During the Chinese New Year, as long as you stay on the goods platform to work, you will get three times the wages. From the New Year's Eve to the 16th day of the first lunar month. Dad, my brother and I are going to live on the goods platform and come back after the 16th day of the first lunar month.
Do you think it’s okay?”
Please pass the document in a proper manner and ask Chen Baoxiang for instructions.
Chuanwu was indifferent, his eyebrows were flying, and he was gesturing with chopsticks in his hand: "Dad, the Japanese shipped a lot of weapons boxes from Peiping and Qingdao today. When the experts opened the boxes and inspected the goods, I saw that there were
The brand-new long guns and yellow loose bullets are so tempting! There are also four boxes containing submachine guns. Experts said that they dug up the Soviet weapons arsenal in Changbai Mountain and got 400 boxes without any effort.
Weapons and ammunition——"
"Second brother, don't use the box idea. Even if you get a gun, it will be useless. We are just working as coolies. Why do you use the gun?"
"You're stupid, brother. If we have a gun, we can go to Nanshan to occupy the mountain and become the king, and go to Dafeng Mountain to join the Eighth Front Army... Even if we steal the gun and sell it, won't it be easier than earning the hard-earned money?"
"Shut up!"
Chen Baoxiang saw that Chuanwu was becoming more and more outrageous, so he could only scold him.
A gentleman loves money and gets it wisely.
Needless to say, stealing a gun is dangerous. If you want to steal it and sell it for money, it is too despicable and will tarnish the reputation of Jinan heroes.
"Dad, experts say that these guns and ammunition will be sent all the way south to Nanjing to replace the weapons of the troops there in preparation for marching westward and attacking the base of the Kuomintang. We Jinan people cannot just watch them send weapons to the front line to kill China.
People have to find ways to cause damage. If you don’t let them steal, it’s better to burn them with fire!”
Liu Yue'e heated up the food for her two sons and had just put it on the table when she heard Chuanwu talking nonsense and gritted her teeth angrily: "Nonsense, you are here to work, not to cause trouble. Hurry up and eat, stop talking!"
Chen Baoxiang has seen too many people and many things in the past few days. Some are on the Japanese side, such as Bi Gong, Bi Jing, Long Qianli, Zhao Wuji, Yu Shutong, and some are on the opposite side of the Japanese, such as those from Wanhualou.
People, people from the Eighth Front Army.
He has his own direction - "Kill the Japanese!"
However, Chuanwen was cowardly and Chuanwu was too immature. It was almost impossible for his two sons to kill the Japanese before they could take over.
"If there's a fire on the shelf, quickly find a place to hide. Don't get close to those boxes. The boxes are made of fine pine wood, and there's pine oil in the boards. It's easy to catch them."
"I understand, Dad, but I told you beforehand that if there is a fire, rush to shovel sand to put it out. If you do a good job, you will be rewarded."
Chen Baoxiang shook his head: "Boss, just remember what I just said."
Chuanwen nodded quickly: "Yes, I remember dad."
Chuanwu shook his head: "Dad, you know how to abide by the rules. You are not allowed to steal this, you are not allowed to steal that... Where did the Japs' guns and ammunition come from? They were robbed from the Soviets. These are stolen goods. Let them steal the Soviets.
Things, if we take their things and retaliate, it can be regarded as revenge for the old man, right?"
Chen Baoxiang loved and hated this child: "Okay, stop being so nagging. If you have something to do, follow your brother. Don't run around blindly."
Chuanwu smiled, holding a chopstick in his mouth and squinting at the message: "If there is a fire, I will steal the pistol. If I steal it, I will throw it into the ditch outside the barbed wire fence. The ditch is full of mud, iron guy.
It's easy to sink to the bottom, so you can just fish it out in the middle of the night."
Chuan Wen looked at Chen Baoxiang, said nothing, and lowered his head to eat.
There is an old saying in Jinan in the past: Good iron cannot be hammered into nails, and good men cannot be soldiers.
Now, Chen Baoxiang suddenly had an idea, which was to send Chuanwu to serve as a soldier.
Regardless of whether it is the Kuomintang or the Eighth Front Army, as long as you serve as a soldier, you can follow the large army to fight the Japanese in an upright manner.
What Gu Lanchun said inspired him. You can't kill the Japs by singing opera, and you can't kill the Japs by moving boxes on the goods platform.
Since the goal is to kill the Japs, then join the army and go to the battlefield to kill the Japs.
Go into battle to kill the enemy, sacrifice your life for the country, and never regret it.
"Chuan Wu, you haven't been to Sha Lao Fist's place in Wan Zi Lane for several days, right?"
"Yes, Dad, I haven't been here for half a month."
"After the Chinese New Year, I won't be busy on the counter anymore. I'll go to Sha Lao Fist's martial arts gym to practice more. You're still young, so be diligent and don't be lazy!"
Chuanwu grinned: "Dad, I'm not lazy. I used to lift stone locks in the martial arts hall, and now I move boxes on the goods platform. They are all exercises for strength. There is a Cangzhou man among the coworkers who used to be in the wrestling industry. He has free time.
Just teach me how to use it. I'll practice it for you——"
Chen Baoxiang nodded, Chuanwu opened the door and entered the yard.
"Dad, this teacher is learning Zhili wrestling, which involves entering, fighting, picking, hooking, wrapping, pushing, kicking, and twisting..."
Chuanwu said while gesticulating with his hands and feet.
When young people learn martial arts, they don't have to work hard, they just learn a superficial lesson.
Chen Baoxiang watched Chuanwu's wrestling performance and could only use four words to judge it - fancy fists and embroidered legs.
Jinan has always been a wrestling nest. In the past, Chief Zhang and Chief Han had wrestling masters under their command. During the New Year and festivals, they would set up a high platform and spread a red felt at the entrance of the Commander's Mansion to have fun wrestling.
Chen Baoxiang knows that Zhili wrestling is based on the Shanpu Camp of the Qing Dynasty. It inherits Mongolian wrestling and hand wrestling of the Ming Dynasty. It takes kicking, hitting, throwing and holding as the core and breaks it down into the most distinctive movements.
, pick, hook, entangle, carry, kick, twist, kneel, lean, hug, flick, push, hug the leg, hook the leg inside, insert the dodge, hook the knife inside.
"Dad, what do you think?"
After finishing the martial arts practice, he stood still panting, waiting for Chen Baoxiang's praise.
"Second brother, the Northern style of martial arts emphasizes that the hands have two doors, and you hit people with your feet. Your lower body is unstable and your hands are weak, how can you fight with others? How do you practice your hands, feet, and lower body? Sha Lao's fists
You’ve been taught everything before, right?”
Chuanwu scratched his head, nodded, and then shook his head: "Dad, these are just for fun, how old are you now? No matter how fast your hands and feet are, can you be faster than pistol bullets? I just want to play with guns, people
Bandits can play with guns, why can't I?"
Chen Baoxiang walked over and gave Chuanwu a slap in the face with his hand.
Chuanwu is clever, but also impatient, unable to put in hard work, and is not a material for martial arts training. He has loved guns since he was a child. He is not afraid at all when he sees soldiers carrying guns. He always wants to touch other people's guns.
This is probably God's will. If he is sent to the army and trained hard, he may be able to achieve great results.
"Dad, do you know the difference between Japanese guns and Chinese guns?"
Of course Chen Baoxiang knew about it, but he had never discussed this topic with his children.
"I don't know, can you tell me?"
"The Japs' 38 guns can shoot far and accurately. After filling with water, soil, and sand, they can be taken out and shaken, and then they can shoot without jamming. They are good at making guns.
World-class. The best guns for us Chinese are those made in Hanyang, or box guns. There is no problem with loading bullets, but they just can't shoot accurately. This is a disease in the womb. The technology of the gun factory is not good. One batch after another
They are manufactured in batches, but they look good but are not useful. If I were Commander Han, I would directly send people to seize the Japanese arsenal, not to seize the guns, but to seize the masters who made the guns. If we have people, it will be easier."
Chen Baoxiang was a little surprised. Chuanwu's analysis of weapons was very sound. What's even more commendable is that the theory of "stealing people is better than stealing guns" is close to the talent of a general.
"Who told you this?"
"Sun Tzu's Art of War says that attacking the heart is the top priority, attacking the city is the bottom priority, and subduing the enemy's troops without fighting. The purpose of seizing guns is to win the war. If the arsenal is closed and the gun-making masters are brought in, the Japanese will not have weapons to supply them.
Sooner or later it will be over - this is called "tracing back to the source and cutting off the foundation". Dad, I learned this from reading. Mr. Mu told me some things before, Mr. Tianqiao Storyteller said some things, and the teachers among the co-workers also taught me.
A little more. I don’t want to move boxes for the Japanese, work every day, and help them kill Chinese people. Is this what humans do?”
Chen Baoxiang's heart welled up with joy. If he hadn't been concerned about face, he really wanted to give his second son a thumbs up and praise him.
"The young people of Chuanwen and Chuanwu's generation know about the fight against Japan, and only then can Jinan really have hope——"