Nantai is the first line of the public security war, the Japanese can control only the area within the city wall, outside the city is the territory of the guerrillas, so the defense facilities here are very different from Omi, the two sides of the city gate are piled with sandbags, set up 92 heavy machine guns, the door is placed to resist horses, the city wall flutters with the sun flag, and the bayonets of the Japanese soldiers shine in the sun.

In 1943, the Japanese had been mired in the swamp of war for six years, and they could still survive on the battlefield in China, and they lost their troops in the Pacific theater, and the elite Kwantung Army transferred from Manchuria was sunk by a US submarine before it entered the battlefield, and it was lost in the belly of a fish, and the materials in the occupied area could not be transported to the mainland, and the locally produced weapons and ammunition could not be transported to the war zone, and the imperial army that was majestic in the past was now also out of food. The military uniform patches on the body are stacked with patches, which are similar to those called the Hanako troops.

The military Cao who led the team was in high spirits, holding a saber and looking at the dirt road outside the city, today is an important day for the execution of the anti-Japanese leader Zhao Ziming, to prevent the guerrillas from attacking, the garrison in the city is on standby, the city gate defenders bear the brunt, his soldiers are very nervous, but those imperial troops are not serious, still hanging on their backs, carrying a big gun, from time to time rushing into the city to attack, rubbing oil and blackmailing, and enjoying it.

Suddenly, smoke and dust billowed in the distance, Jun Cao hurriedly raised his binoculars, and saw a car without military escort, with a sun flag on the front of the car, which should be a friendly army, but he did not rule out the possibility of guerrillas impersonating, he waved his hand, and the heavy machine gun behind the defensive bunker entered a firing state, and a row of rifles also stretched out from the city wall, and the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun resounded.

The car approached the city gate, slowed down, and finally stopped at the city gate, Jun Cao stepped forward to check, and saw that there were two men and a woman in the car, both of whom were decent people, and on the back seat was a second lieutenant of the imperial army, sitting in a precarious position, with a straight military uniform and meticulous white gloves.

Jun Cao Pa is upright, he knows that a squad leader will be transferred in the next two days, presumably this one, it is said that he is a Chinese from Tokyo, and he is still a baron, and it seems that he can't get along with the soldiers who were born as peasant miners, and it is really a headache to have such an inexperienced commander on the battlefield of blood and fire.

"I'm Second Lieutenant Fujiwara, how do I get to the headquarters?" The officer in the car asked.

"Hay!" Jun Cao bowed, briefly introduced the location of the headquarters to the second lieutenant, and then ordered the soldiers to move away and let them go, while at the same time, the old Cheng Tou, dressed as a peasant, was accepting the search of the puppet army with open arms.

The car entered the city, found a secluded place to stop, the county seat is not big, two roads horizontally and vertically, the central position is the bell and drum tower and the big stage, now surrounded by a sea of people, just waiting for the big play to start.

This is the old rule of the Chinese; the gendarmerie respects the traditions of the Chinese and publicly beheads them on the stage for two purposes; one is to deter anti-Japanese elements; the other is to attract guerrillas to rob the law field and make a big round; today there is at least one squadron of imperial troops in Nantai City, and two battalions of imperial allegories, which are sufficient to deal with any emergencies.

Lao Chengtou found next to the car, Liu Yanzhi was undressing, he didn't want to wear the clothes of a Japanese officer to rob the court, just unbuttoned, suddenly saw a tent next to the stage, swords, guns and halberds placed next to it, men and women were busy going in and out, so he asked Lao Chengtou: "What is that for?" ”

"Chen Dashao of Chen Guanzhuang is looking for the troupe." Lao Cheng Tou said, "Commander Zhao has a grudge against him for killing his father, and it was his idea to trap Commander Zhao, and when his head was cut off, the troupe took the stage to sing and comfort his father in the spirit of the sky, hmph, I took his head that night." ”

Liu Yanzhi stopped taking off his military uniform and got off the lane: "Mr. Ji, Dr. Guan, you will go out of the city later, the provincial fight will not be able to run away, old man, you are mixed in the crowd, wait for me to do it again, do you understand?" ”

"Got it, let's go now, without involving your energy." Ji Yuqian said that he was a little nervous, and his hands were shaking.

"Don't be busy, you can be my translator for a while." Liu Yan said straight.

Liu Yanzhi handed the fast and slow machine to Lao Chengtou, got out of the car and walked towards the tent of the troupe with Ji Yuqian, there were sentry posts around the stage, Japanese soldiers, the Imperial Cooperative Army, the detective team, and the common people avoided them like avoiding poisonous insects and beasts, but Liu Yanzhi, who was wearing a yellow tweed 98-style military uniform, didn't care, he carried a saber, lifted the door curtain in a big way, and entered the tent.

Everyone in the troupe instantly quieted down, and several female actors reacted the fastest and quietly retreated, and the class owner was a middle-aged man, who stepped forward to call a thousand: "Taijun, Kongnichiwa." ”

Liu Yan didn't speak, walked to the suitcase with a tiger face, the head of the class carefully accompanied, Ji Yuqian said smartly: "Don't be afraid, Taijun has a great interest in Chinese drama." ”

This is a Peking Opera team, the props are quite complete, and it is a martial arts-based team, what "Changban Slope", "Ancient City Meeting", "Jiepai Pass", "Three Forks", are their specialties. Wusheng is divided into two kinds of long and short fights, and the lines are different, the long support is the whole body armor, the back is surrounded by four flags, the big boots that are two inches and five minutes high under the feet, the long weapons or horse whips in the hands, the generals on the battlefield are dressed like this, and the short fight is the kind of arrow sleeves full of buckles, carrying a lancet or something, suitable for the role of a hero in the green forest, a thief and so on.

Liu Yan stopped directly beside the long white and blue clothes, which was Zhao Yun's line.

"Dress me up for this." Said the second lieutenant of the Imperial Army.

Ji Yuqian hurriedly translated: "Hurry up and put on this outfit for Taijun, Taijun is going to play a big show." "But I kept scolding in my heart, Liu Yanzhi, you kid is not troublesome enough, you have to wear a long back to rob the law field, you can eat it.

The class owner breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that the imperial army would rob people, and he wanted to play with the ticket, so he hurriedly waited for it to be coaxed away and pulled down.

"A few of you, hurry up and dress up Taijun." The head of the class said, "Forget it, I'll come in person." ”

Liu Yan took off his saber, took off his military uniform and riding boots, and changed into a costume under the service of a group of people, this is Zhao Zilong's outfit, which has to be changed from the inside out, yellow tweed breeches are replaced by bright red pants, a pair of black and white boots under his feet, a white middle coat on the upper body, a big backrest outside, four flags on his back, and a helmet full of blue pompoms on his head.

"I'll put makeup on you." The head of the class took the oil paint to outline the corners of Liu Yan's eyes, he painted it according to Zhao Yun's appearance, mainly emphasizing the heroic and chic of the white-robed young general, his face was like powder, and his sword eyebrows and starry eyes were like the same.

The tweeter outside was already talking: "Attention, attention, it's time to start, be quiet." ”

Ji Yuqian flashed out, and saw that there were more soldiers around the stage, machine guns were set up on the roofs nearby, the big wolf dog of the gendarmerie was staring at him with a blood-red tongue, and a seven-foot man with a big tie was escorted to the stage, and there was a commotion below.

Presumably this man is Commander Zhao, he is about to open to the question, still walking majesticly, standing on the stage with a Peking Opera-style appearance, and the house is full of colors below.

Ji Yuqian ran in and whispered to Liu Yanzhi, "It's going to start right away." ”

"You go first, I haven't finished painting yet." Liu Yan said straightly, turned around and asked the class master, "Bring me a few pairs of mustaches." ”

"You are Zhao Yun, you don't need to wear a mustache." The head of the class explained.

"I'm obviously Yue Fei, Yue Wumu's work." Liu Yan was furious.

"Okay, Taijun, then three locks, the emperor will be the most suitable, I'll take it for you."

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"Commander Zhao, sing one." I don't know who is clamoring under the stage.

Zhao Ziming coughed dryly and began to sing: "Changbanpo, Zhao Zilong, the Cao soldiers who killed all escaped ......one by one" The audience applauded.

"The head has a scar the size of a bowl, and Lao Tzu is a good man again after eighteen years!" Zhao Ziming looked up to the sky and roared, full of pride.

After Zhao Ziming was arrested, the brothers scattered and went to ask for the Anti-Japanese Salvation Army and the Eighth Route Army.

He didn't know that the other Cheng Zhuzhu was behind him, also carrying a fast and slow machine in his arms, looking at Commander Zhao on the stage with tears in his eyes.

Zhao Ziming continued to shout: "Dad, I am worthy of the ancestors of our Zhao family, I didn't disgrace your old man, we will get together in a while, and we will be father and son in the next life!" ”

There was another round of applause from the audience, Zhao Ziming's reputation was far and wide, and when he saw a real person today, he was really a tough guy.

Zhao Ziming then shouted: "Little sister, I can't stand you, if you follow me, it won't be a few days later, after I die, you can find a good family to marry." ”

"Son, dad can't stand you, you haven't been born yet, dad is gone, no way, dad can't be a bad seed."

The applause from the audience has thinned out, and some people have burst into tears.

Tears welled up in Zhao Ziming's eyes that were blinded by lime: "Bolt Zhu, don't do stupid things, uncle is useless, don't fold you in." Although he couldn't see clearly, he could feel that the bolt was under the stage.

Cheng Xuanzhu, a teenager in the crowd, held back tears and didn't say a word. The old man put his hand into his arms, rubbed the handle of the gun, and the murderous aura began to rise.

The iron-plated face of the military police captain Takayoshi Hashimoto showed a hint of admiration, he took off his tweed uniform shirt, only wore a white shirt, walked up to the stage with a saber, and read out Zhao Ziming's guilt, and the interpreter hastily flipped through it on the side, which was nothing more than a crime such as undermining the common prosperity of Greater East Asia.

In the tent of the troupe, Liu Yanzhi put on a mustache and was selecting weapons, and the troupe used fists and embroidered legs, using silver-like pewter gun heads, but walking the rivers and lakes always had some self-defense guys, so among those swords, guns, swords, halberds, there are also a few real guys, the gun head is the blood seen during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom period, the gun barrel is slightly shorter, but the wood is solid, and the tiger and tiger are vigorous.

"That's it." Liu Yanzhi played a trick gun and instructed the class master, "I'll start the gong after I go out." ”

"Which one to sing?" The class leader is confused, co-authoring Taijun is not pretending to play, but is going to sing on stage.

Liu Yan thought about it for a while, and the opera music that appeared in "Journey to the West" after the Supreme Treasure transformed into Sun Wukong appeared in his mind, which was the famous Xiaodaohui overture, but it was only written in the sixties, and no one in the forties would know.

"I'll make one for you." Liu Yan said straightly, "Call all the masters over." ”

The class leader called the musicians who played suona, beat gongs and drums and played the erhu, and everyone had helpless smiles on their faces, listening to a Japanese prince tell them stage music.

"Use suona to bring out the momentum first, and you will know the general meaning when you listen to me hum it." Liu Yan hummed straight to the beat, the musicians are all old rivers and lakes, and the music of the Overture of the Little Knife Club is also composed by summarizing the experience of the predecessors, and everyone only listens to it once and understands what it means.

On the stage, Captain Hashimoto was speaking: "Commander Zhao, I admire your bravery, so let you die decently, ordinary people are shot, take special care of you, behead you with the specifications of a samurai, I will execute you personally, my knife is fast, don't worry." ”

Takayoshi Hashimoto's Chinese words were very good, and Zhao Ziming nodded: "Okay, then thank you." ”

Hashimoto slowly pulled out his saber, the interpreter brought a bowl of wine, he fell down along the blade, cleaned the blade, Zhao Ziming shouted: "Good wine, good knife!" ”

"Commander Zhao, please kneel." Takayoshi Hashimoto said.

"That's not going to work, I can't die on my knees." Zhao Ziming shook his head.

"If you don't kneel, I'm not good at going under the knife."

"Oh, then I'll sit down." Zhao Ziming sat down cross-legged, and shouted angrily: "Old and young masters, you can see it clearly!" We'll see you again in 18 years! ”

Captain Hashimoto raised his bright saber, and the young and elderly Cheng Zhuzhu in the audience all held the handle of the gun.

Suddenly, a passionate suona sounded, a big hole was torn open on the top of the tent on one side of the stage, and a general wearing armor stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds rising, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, three locks of long hair, and a bright silver gun in his hand pointed at Hashimoto.

"Phew! Prosperous China, how can you wait for the Japanese to be wild! ”

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