The carriage pulled by the little donkey ran quickly on the bumpy dirt road.
The driver of the cart held his whip high and shouted from time to time, scolding the donkey to run faster.
"Where are you?" The curtain of the carriage was opened, and a young man in a long coat looked up and looked around.
"Mr. Wang, we are almost arriving in Ping'an County."
There was an old man sitting next to the coachman. He knocked the cigarette in his hand, looked around and replied.
Hearing the word Ping'an County, the young man nodded slightly, played with two jade stone balls in his hand, and asked: "Whose defense zone is Ping'an County?"
"It seems to be from an independent regiment. The leader's name is Li. Oops, the words are on my lips, but I just can't remember..."
The old man couldn't remember clearly. Fortunately, the driver added: "Li Yunlong."
The three people in this group were Wang Xu and three people who set off from Tianjin and headed southwest.
The old man's name is Zhong Jianming, known as Uncle Zhong. He comes from the Tianjin underground party and is a very experienced traffic officer.
The young coachman's name is Wang Youfu. He was originally a monk at Dabei Temple. He joined the revolutionary ranks because he couldn't stand the atrocities of the Japanese. It is said that three or five people could not get into the body with his skills.
These two people were Wang Xu's temporary bodyguards and were to escort him all the way to the southwest, to Wangjiayu, the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army in North China.
The purpose is of course self-evident. North China covers many provinces and cities. If nothing happens this time, he will take a serious bite out of the entire antique business in North China.
Similarly, if you want to eat this piece of cake, your trip to Wangjiayu must be a complete success.
"Li Yunlong."
Hearing this name and the title of the Independent Group, Wang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered: "I really want to meet this person!"
"Meet you?"
Old Uncle Zhong was a little strange and turned around and asked, "Do you know him?"
"Haha, I've only heard of it, forget it, let's not mention it." Wang Xu likes to see the sword, and he has a good impression of Li Yunlong in it.
Seeing the strange look on old Uncle Zhong's face, he knew he couldn't be too eager.
In the final analysis, Li Yunlong was just a group leader at this time, and he was not very famous.
But the identity he showed was that he was a wealthy businessman with great hands and eyes. It was unreasonable to be interested in a small group leader in the eyes of others.
The carriage ran happily, Wang Xu lowered the curtain and began to close his eyes and meditate again.
When I opened my eyes again, Ping'an County had arrived.
"Stop for inspection, hurry up!"
There is a gate tower in Ping'an County. There are several puppet soldiers with guns standing at the gate, and Japanese soldiers patrolling the sentry box.
The carriage in which Wang Xu was sitting was slowly walking inside behind an aunt who was buying chickens.
Soon, it was their turn in the passing team. The puppet soldiers used their bayonets to raise the curtains of the car and asked loudly: "Where are you from? What are you doing in the city?"
"He's from Tianjin. Our master is an antique dealer. He came here to open a branch and stop by the county for a rest." The speaker was Old Uncle Zhong. As he spoke, he handed over a piece of ocean and three good citizen certificates.
The Good Citizen Certificate is a special product of this special period and is equivalent to the ID card of the Japanese-occupied area.
It's okay if you don't go out at home, but if you don't have this when you go out, being caught by the patrolling puppet troops and military police can be a big or small matter.
The Good Citizen Certificates of Wang Xu and the other two people are naturally fake. They are certificates made by the underground party for their own use.
If someone were to investigate carefully, they would certainly be able to find flaws, but this thing was just that, and the puppet soldiers would give it up after just one look.
"Let's go in quickly." Playing with the ocean in his hand, the carriage was quickly put over.
There was no expression on Wang Xu's face. He was not a passionate young man. His eyes were splitting when he saw the Japanese, and he seemed to have ignored the patrols around him.
On the other hand, the old man who followed their carriage and carried vegetables to sell muttered something about traitors.
"Hey, you old fool, I think you deserve to be beaten if you talk so much when I ask you to go over there!" Upon hearing the word traitor, several puppet soldiers immediately gave up and gave the old man a slap in the face with their rifle butts.
Smash hard.
Within two blows, the old man was knocked to the ground and his head was bruised and bloody.
Who would have thought that the old man had some backbone. After being beaten, he hugged his head and cursed even more fiercely: "If you are a traitor, you will not be able to enter your ancestor's grave. You have lost eight generations of virtue!"
"You old immortal, you won't find it easy!" People who were traitors had a great reaction to the word "traitor". When they heard that they could not enter their ancestors' graves, they became even more ruthless.
On the carriage, Wang Xu watched with cold eyes, spinning the jade stone ball in his hand without any fluctuation in his heart.
This is Ping'an County, Ping'an County occupied by the Japanese, not the Baiyangdian base area.
There are seven or eight puppet troops at the city gate, and there are two squads of Japanese soldiers at the city gate. Saving people will only trap yourself.
"Let's go..." Wang Xu lowered the car curtain and spoke slowly to old Uncle Zhong.
Old Uncle Zhong and Wang Youfu were both from the underground party. They recognized the poor people very much, and their eyes were eager to try.
Hearing Wang Xu's words, Old Uncle Zhong's eyes softened. However, Wang Youfu, who was born as a warrior monk, was a little dissatisfied because of his youth and strength, and said: "Why do they beat people? The old man is already sixty or seventy years old. This incident
If the butt of the gun is smashed down, isn't it a waste of human life?"
"There are too many things that I can't bear to handle. I can't control them. Let's go." Old Uncle Zhong was mature and prudent and knew what his mission was.
Wang Youfu was still unconvinced. He looked at the old man who was beaten, then at Wang Xu in the carriage, and fiercely slapped the riding crop: "Drive!"
The carriage swayed on the bluestone path.
Everyone set out from around five o'clock in the morning until noon without stopping to rest.
Now that they entered the county town, the stomachs of the three of them were no longer dry, and they were clamoring to rebel.
"Mr. Wang, there is a wonton stand in front, let's go get something to eat."
Old Uncle Zhong had been through many trials and tribulations, and his displeasure with the city gate was quickly hidden deep in his heart.
Wang Youfu is different. The underground party sent him here because Wang Youfu has martial arts and his marksmanship is very good.
Compared with old Uncle Zhong, although Wang Youfu's military strength is outstanding, he is far behind in other aspects. He still said angrily: "You still have the heart to eat, I am really angry!"
"Stop talking!" Old Uncle Zhong gave Wang Youfu a hand, and then asked towards the car curtain: "Mr. Wang, what do you think?"
"Eating is a must. We are made of iron rice and steel. But forget it and eat wontons. Find a better restaurant and I will treat you to a feast." Wang Xu did not open the car curtain, but the old god said.
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Old Uncle Zhong didn't care either. The big boss must have some airs, unlike the hard-working people like them.
However, old Uncle Zhong was a real person and thought about how much it would cost to go to a big restaurant for a meal. He worried about it and said: "For the two of us, it will be a blessing to have a bowl of Chaos. How about I send you to the hotel and we two can eat whatever we want?"
That’s it.”
"I have to rely on you to take care of me along the way. Don't say anything when you see others."
Of course, Wang Xu couldn't go to have a big meal by himself, so he asked Lao Zhong and the two to eat Chaos. He silently pretended to be cool and said: "Let's go, I lack everything except gold bars..."