Check in from the bright sword

Li Yunlong smiled and said, "Let's go, let him go."

Li Yunlong and the three quickly walked up to the young man.

Seeing two Japanese coming over with a dog translator, the young man's face collapsed immediately.

Then Wei Dayong spoke in Japanese, and Wang Yan was responsible for the translation: "Boy, how do you sell this millet?"

"Not for sale." The young man said bluntly, "My millet only sells to Chinese people, not to Japanese people."

"Boy, are you serious?" Wang Yan sneered, and then said, "This is the territory of the Imperial Army."

"If you don't sell it, don't sell it. How can I not be the master of my own food?" The young man's face also turned cold.

"Good boy, with ambition, Chinese people should be like this." Li Yunlong couldn't help but praised, "If you come with me, I will pay for all the more than 1000 catties of millet."

"Come with you?" The young man felt that his brain was a little out of control, "Let me smooth it out."

After closing his eyes and sorting out his thoughts, the young man asked, "Brother, are you not Japanese?"

"Nonsense, how can I be Japanese." Li Yunlong chuckled, then stretched out his right hand and made a sign of eight to the young man, "This is what I do, eight ways."

"Balu?" The young man was taken aback.

Li Yunlong said: "How about it, let me go with you?"

"Brother, I'm afraid this won't work." The young man refused without hesitation, "With my mother here, I went to serve as a soldier and worked eight times. What should my mother do? No, no."

Chapter 398 Crying Poor

The young man said: "As the saying goes, parents are not far away."

"I have to die for my mother before I can follow you all the way."

"I said, why are you a yam egg?" Li Yunlong said angrily, "When you come to fight devils, the day lily won't know how cold it is."

"Okay, just stay here and be an obedient citizen to the devil."

The young man was not angry, but just kept nodding.

Wang Yanxin said that Peng's temperament during this period was much calmer than that of Wei Dayong.

It's no wonder that in the TV series Bright Sword, the fate of the two people is also completely different.

Li Yunlong was a little angry, he didn't even bother to reveal the name of the independent group, so he turned around and left.

Before Wei Dayong left, Duan Peng gave Duan Peng a hard look, but Duan Peng was not afraid, just smiled.

Wang Yan was the last one to leave. Before leaving, he smiled and said to Duan Peng: "Boy, you have a bloody disaster today, and it will definitely come true within two hours. If you don't want to die, you can only let others die!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Yan turned around and took a few quick steps to catch up with Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong asked in a low voice: "Old Wang, what did you tell him?"

"I didn't say anything." Wang Yan said with a smile, "I just scolded him."

"You should be scolded." Li Yunlong snorted, "This kid has no blood at all, he doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner at all, he really embarrasses us martial arts practitioners."

"That's right." Wei Dayong also said, "Look back and see how I beat him."

Wang Yan chuckled and didn't say anything, but when he looked up, he saw a shop.

I saw a plaque hanging on the lintel, Wang Ji Scissors Shop, this is here.

Immediately, the three of Li Yunlong went straight into Wang Ji's scissors shop, and saw that there were already many people in the scissors shop.

Wang Yan saw Wei Xiaoyong sitting in the lobby at a glance. Seeing Li Yunlong and the others walking in, Wei Xiaoyong nodded imperceptibly, meaning that they had all entered the city safely.

Seeing the two Japanese coming straight in, all the customers in the scissors shop ran away.

Compared with big cities like Taiyuan and Datong, the law and order in Heyuan County is still far behind. The Japanese army's military discipline here is not very good, so the Chinese are still afraid of the Japanese.

But this is just right, it is convenient for Wang Yan and the others to connect with the comrades of the underground party.

Half an hour later, when Li Yunlong, Wei Dayong, and Wang Yan came out from the back door, the three of them had changed their outfits, and the big leather suitcase in Wei Dayong's hand was gone.

The weapons and ammunition in the box have been handed over to several members of the Spike Team.

However, Li Yunlong and the others changed into plainclothes team uniforms, and also wore a pair of sunglasses. Each of them carried two twenty-gun box cannons on their waists without any concealment.

Things are so weird, the more you cover up, the more likely you will be interrogated.

On the contrary, people like Li Yunlong, Wei Dayong, and Wang Yan blatantly swaggered through the market, but no one paid any attention to them.

This is also a mindset that is often said in psychology. In people's subconscious mind, spies are always secretive, and they will never be so arrogant.

……

Almost at the same time.

Chu Yunfei and Lin Zhiqiang, wearing wide-brimmed top hats and elegant hang silk gowns, walked slowly into Qingyuan Tea House.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse quickly ran forward to meet them, and ushered the two into the hall. Chu Yunfei ordered four bowls of melon sliced ​​tea, and ordered a few melon and fruit pastries.

The shopkeeper approached and said: "The two guest officials are not locals, are they?"

"The shopkeeper has good eyesight." Chu Yunfei said, "We are too original, and we are doing a small business."

"Business? Then you have to be careful." The shopkeeper said, "There is going to be a war here."

"Want to fight? No wonder the chaos in the street is all soldiers." Chu Yunfei said, "Who are you fighting?"

"I don't know who to fight with." The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "But it's not hard to guess, either Balu or Yan Laoxi."

Hearing the shopkeeper of the teahouse contemptuously say the word Yan Laoxi, Chu Yunfei's face immediately sank slightly.

Chu Yunfei is a pure soldier and is not interested in politics, but this does not mean that he has no sense of politics. In fact, his political sensitivity is very high.

From the speech and behavior of the shopkeeper of the teahouse, he felt a very bad tendency.

The image of Chief Yan in the minds of Shanxi people is already unbearable.

Lin Zhiqiang really didn't feel anything, and asked again: "Is the Eight Route Army or the Jinsui Army powerful?"

"There's no way to compare." The shopkeeper of the teahouse said, "How can the Jinsui Army compare with Eighth Road? There's no way to compare."

Chu Yunfei's expression suddenly became more and more embarrassing. When did the Jinsui Army not even compare with the Eight Route Army?Now the common people in Shanxi see them like this?

Lin Zhiqiang's face also became very embarrassed, and he said again: "Did you make a mistake, the shopkeeper? The weapons and equipment of the Jinsui Army are much better than the Eighth Route Army, can they still compare with the Eighth Route Army?"