The War of Resistance

Twenty minutes later, among the rocks on the hillside, the little Taoist priest Qingfeng was playing with a Type 38 rifle. On the contrary, Shang Zhen was playing with Qingfeng's crossbow. Both of them had their own interests. Posture.

In Qingfeng's view, the rifle in Shang Zhen's hand is certainly a good thing. It can knock down a person's nose, eyes, and mouth with one shot even from hundreds of meters away!

If he had such a gun, what would he be afraid of the Japanese soldiers doing?

As for Shang Zhen, he was also pulling the string of the crossbow with great interest. The old man was also watching Shang Zhen pull the string of the crossbow with great interest.

Shang held the handle of the crossbow with his left hand and clamped the string with his right hand, but to his surprise, he didn't pull the crossbow open this time!

As a result, Shang Zhen was not surprised but happy.

Although he has never played this throwing game, he can certainly imagine that the harder it is to pull the crossbow, the more powerful the arrow will be, and the farther it will go and the more lethal it will be.

Seeing that Shang Zhen didn't pull away at the first moment, he simply stood up, kicked on the rock, and then made a groan with his arms, and he finally pulled away the crossbow.

And during this process, Shang Zhen felt like he was opening a heavy iron door with a "squeaking" sound. This crossbow was really powerful!

"Oh, you are so energetic!" The old man next to him said sincerely.

"It's okay." Shang Zhen responded. It was Shang Zhen's nature to be humble and low-key and not to brag.

"It's even worse than the big old fool." Qingfeng, who was playing with the gun, looked up and saw Shang Zhen actually pulled the crossbow with a look of surprise on his face, but he struck Shang Zhen with a sentence.

"Huh?" Shang Zhen glanced at the old man in surprise when he heard what Qingfeng said.

The old fool was tall and strong, like a black iron tower. Shang Zhen also guessed that he would be very strong, but Shang Zhen still didn't believe it when he said he was stronger than himself.

So he casually handed the crossbow to the old man.

The old man was not humble, or he didn't understand humility at all. Then Shang Zhen saw that after the crossbow was in the hands of the old man, he stretched it like Lanzhou ramen!

Shang Zhen opened his mouth wide and let out an exclamation. He no longer knew what to say.

It is true that the strongest has his own hand. Shang Zhen has never seen such a powerful person. He can't do it, and he has sacrificed Guan Tiedou to do it!

Bai Zhan has a saying that he said, oh, it's called "When the Jade Emperor closes a door, he will definitely open a window for others." However, the Jade Emperor opened this window for the old fool. It’s really a bit big, this is definitely a big opening!

Qingfeng glanced at Shang Zhen and a smile appeared on his face. He was very happy to see Shang Zhen's uninformed look.

"Qingfeng, how about I trade my gun for your crossbow?" After a moment, Shang Zhen said with a smile.

"Change my crossbow?" Qingfeng looked at Shang Zhen in surprise.

"Oh, I shouldn't change it. I'll suffer a loss if I change it this way." Shang Zhen seemed to have come to his senses and quickly rejected his suggestion.

But the reaction of the little Taoist Qingfeng's head was definitely not slow. He hurriedly said: "Okay, you have said it, but you can't go back on it!"

"Well, as an adult, I can't go back on your word with you little brats." Shang Zhen said helplessly.

"It seems much older than us?" Qingfeng curled his lips.

As soon as the old fool next to him heard that the exchange deal was concluded, he grinned happily. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that the rifle was definitely better than the crossbow.

The Taoist priest is smart and the monk is honest. Shang Zhen has already asked. The little Taoist Qingfeng is nineteen years old this year, while the little Taoist monk Da Laobeng is eighteen years old this year.

Shang Zhen turned his head and ignored these two people, but there was also a look of pride in his eyes.

Different weapons have different uses. Shang Zhen and the others do not lack guns, but he really lacks cold weapons like crossbows that can kill enemies silently. He doesn't care whether Qingfeng will join his group, but he needs to exchange this crossbow first. That's always good.

At this time, Qingfeng also became excited: "You have to give me all the bullets, and you have to teach me how to shoot the gun accurately!"

Shang Zhen naturally answered "Okay".

"Pia" "pia", the little Taoist Qingfeng finally became excited when he saw the gun returned to him. He put the gun on his shoulder and gestured at the same time: "When the time comes to guard the mountain gate, I think How could those Japanese soldiers rush up?"

"Aren't you going to come with me and fight the Japanese together?" Shang Zhen asked curiously from the side.

"I'm not following you. It would be great to be free and carefree in my Crouching Tiger Mountain with the bright moon and cool breeze!" Qingfeng replied disapprovingly.

"What about you?" Shang Zhen turned around and asked the little monk and the old man again.

"I'll follow Qingfeng." Big Old Stupid answered without hesitation.

It's just a big old fool. The little Taoist Qingfeng didn't see Shang Zhen's solicitation intention, but people have different ideas, and he didn't want to be a big soldier.

In the same way, Shang Zhen didn't see that the little Taoist Qingfeng didn't want to be a soldier, so he replaced the crossbow first.

Now when he heard that Qingfeng refused to become a soldier, he also curled his lips and said: "You still want Mingyue Qingfeng? I think you are just smoky!"

"What do you mean?" Qingfeng really didn't understand what Shang Zhen meant. I was sitting on Crouching Mountain under the bright moon and went out to bathe in the cool breeze. How could I still be so smoky?

"You'll know later." Shang Zhen replied pretending to be profound.

However, Shang Zhen's answer still elicited disapproval from the little Taoist Qingfeng.

"Then you have to teach me how to shoot, and you have to give me all the bullets. I don't want the gun on your waist!" The little Taoist Qingfeng glanced at the box gun Shang Zhen was carrying, but the hole was full of gunfire. Envy.

How could he not guess that the box gun Shang Zhen was carrying was a better gun? But he also knew that his crossbow could never be exchanged for that short gun.

Sure enough, Shang Zhen was already dissatisfied and said sarcastically: "Don't be a good boy when you get a bargain!"

The little Taoist priest Qingfeng heyed and fell silent for a moment.

In fact, Qingfeng was already satisfied to be able to exchange for Shang Zhen's rifle.

But he hadn't been proud for a few minutes when the old man suddenly pointed in the direction of the front mountain and said: "Qingfengqingfeng, there's smoke!"

The little Taoist priest Qingfeng heard the sound and looked around, but no, several bunches of black smoke were rising in the direction of the front mountain. Although they were near the foot of the mountain and there were rocks blocking their sight, they could still imagine the black smoke based on their familiarity with the terrain. The location is exactly where the Taoist temple and small temple where they used to live on the top of the mountain were.

At this time, the little Taoist Qingfeng figured out what Shang Zhen meant by "smoke and fire"? The meaning is undoubtedly that you want to go back to Mingyue Qingfeng and be free and at ease, but will the Japanese let you be free and at ease? Your houses have been set on fire!

The little Taoist Qingfeng's face darkened, and there was anger in his eyes.

But the next development of the situation was once again beyond Qingfeng's expectation. When he and Da Laobeng climbed onto a big rock and looked again, after a while they saw smoke filling the sky in the distance.

The sky and the earth are vast. From their position, they can see swaths of smoke coming out hundreds of meters away. The fireworks will definitely not be small when they are nearby.

"It's over, the village was burned down by the Japanese." The old man murmured.

"Look, you want to protect the mountains, the moon, the breeze, and the people want to protect their one-third acre of land, that's all right, but the little devil won't do it!

If you want to still guard the mountain, you have to build a new house, but if you don't have money, you have to go for alms.

I don’t care if you are a Buddhist or a Taoist, alms are just for asking for food from the common people, but why should they give it to you? You have to be a Bodhisattva and you can help other people before they are willing to help you, right?

So how can we help people now? Become soldiers. Let's be soldiers together and drive away the little Japs. When the time comes, the people will build temples and Taoist temples for you two without your having to say anything.

You see what I said is right, come on, join me as a soldier to fight the Japanese. I have many people like you! "Shang Zhen, who was nearby, lost no time in admonishing.