After placing Duan Peng in Wang Ji's scissors shop and handing it over to Sun Ming to take care of, Wang Yan turned back and joined Li Yunlong and Wei Dayong, and then came directly to Juxian Tower.

Chu Yunfei and Lin Zhiqiang still bought a small gift.

But Li Yunlong and the three of them rushed inside with their bare hands.

The puppet army officer in charge of the reception treated them like plainclothes and didn't bother to take care of them.

Anyway, it was Ichiro Hirata who invited the guests, and he didn't eat him for nothing, so he didn't feel distressed.

Wang Yan and the three of them came a little late, and when they walked into the hall on the second floor, they saw that more than a dozen tables were almost full, and only the two tables in the corner were still empty.

Wei Dayong immediately went over and drove away one of the puppet soldiers at one of the tables, so that three seats were vacated, and then asked Li Yunlong and Wang Yan to sit down, and finally he himself sat down.

Although the commander of the puppet army company who was driven away was angry, he could only endure it.

Because there was a disturbance at Ichiro Hirata's birthday party, no one had good fruit to eat.

As mentioned earlier, Wei Dayong's family was poor when he was a child, and he rarely had the opportunity to eat a big meal.

Later, when he joined the Central Army as a soldier, he was also hungry and full, because it was almost an open secret that the officers of the Central Army ate empty salaries and drank the blood of soldiers.

That is, after joining the independent regiment, Wei Dayong finally had enough to eat, and he could still eat horse meat every three or five days.

But it is also to eat horse meat, and it is impossible to eat it well, so when he saw the good table in front of him, Wei Dayong suddenly moved his index finger.

Hirata Ichiro was still talking, and Wei Dayong had already eaten.

Eat it, Wei Dayong still smacked his lips, like a pig arching food.

Horn mouth just mouth chirp, the whole person is still very ugly, the chicken leg in the mouth has not eaten yet, and the hands are stretched out to the other chicken leg left on the plate.

Chu Yunfei and Lin Zhiqiang, who were sitting in the opposite corner, kept an eye on this side.

Seeing Wei Dayong's appearance, Chu Yunfei shook his head, this appearance, a starving ghost reincarnated?

Lin Zhiqiang also snickered, but laughed back to laughter, both of them had already taken out the two twenty-shot box cannons on their waists, put them under the table of the Eight Immortals, and then quietly rubbed the nose of the machine.

Over there, Wei Dayong ate and became more and more unscrupulous.

After eating the roast chicken on his table, Wei Dayong stretched out his claws to the roast chicken on the next table.

Li Yunlong was slow, he didn't rush to roast the chicken legs, and his heart was already unhappy.

Seeing that Wei Dayong also snatched the roast chicken from the next table, Li Yunlong was angry and envious.

At that moment, Li Yunlong began to scold: "Monk, your dog's appearance is too ugly, there are all decent people here, you know how to be polite." ”

"Oops, how did you put the plate up?"

"Put it down, put the plate down, shame on you."

Wei Dayong didn't care, and said vaguely while pouring peanuts into his mouth: "As far as your eating appearance is concerned, it's not much better than me." ”

The movement here is getting louder and louder.

Almost everyone's attention is drawn to it.

A devil lieutenant sitting at the next table scolded sharply: "Baga! ”

Wei Dayong immediately turned his head and glared back fiercely: "What about your scolding mother?" ”

Those puppet army officers who were sitting at the same table as Wang Yan and them, as well as a few adjacent tables, were suddenly stunned, who the is this? Even the imperial army dares to scold, this is too strong, right?

Ichiro Hirata was also alarmed, and immediately walked over with an interpreter.

Hirata Ichiro spoke Japanese to Li Yunlong and the three of them.

Li Yunlong naturally didn't understand, and asked the translator: "What did he say?" ”

The translator said arrogantly, "What did Taijun Hirata ask you for?" Who invited you here? ”

"Me?" Li Yunlong smiled and said, "My surname is Li, and my name is Li Yunlong." ”

"Li Yunlong?" The translator frowned and said, "Why does it sound familiar?" ”

"Familiarity is right." Li Yunlong said with a smile, "The notice on the street outside can say that those who take off Li Yunlong's head will be rewarded with 50,000 oceans!" ”

"Huh?" The translator's face suddenly changed, "You, you are ......"

"Not bad." Li Yunlong picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank a glass of Fenjiu, and then wiped his mouth and said, "I am what you are looking for, Li Yunlong, the head of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army!" ”

"Taijun!" The translator subconsciously took a step back and said, "He is Li Yunlong, the head of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army." ”

"Nani? Li Yunlong? Ichiro Hirata's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull out his gun.

However, before Hirata Ichiro took out the pistol, Wei Dayong's heavy punch had already smashed into his chest, only to hear a bang, Hirata Ichiro took ten steps back, and sat on the Taishi chair with a buttocks, and even collapsed the Taishi chair under his buttocks.

When the devil puppet army officer next to him looked at it urgently, he saw that Ichiro Hirata's chest had collapsed a large piece, and blood was gushing out from the corners of his mouth like a spring, obviously not alive.

Wang Yan lifted the table and got up at the same time as Li Yunlong.

As they stood up, the two men had already drawn their guns.

A devil officer next to him quietly wanted to pull out a gun, and Wang Yan shot him with a brow.

Just heard a sound, and the devil's brow immediately had a blood hole the size of a chopstick, and then his whole body collapsed on the Taishi chair and there was no movement.

……

At the east gate of Heyuan County.

It's already dark, and the temperature has dropped dramatically.

Zheng Erbao was wrapped in a broken quilt and sneaked close to the city gate, wanting to hide in the city gate.

At this time, although the city gate was not closed, martial law had already been imposed on the street, because in the afternoon, anti-Japanese elements in the city killed two gendarmes, so martial law was completely closed.

"Get out!" A puppet soldier flew up and kicked Zheng Erbao's buttocks, scolding, "Stinky Hanako, get away!" ”

"It's cold, it's too cold outside." Zheng Erbao pretended to be too cold, and begged in a low voice, "Boss, can you let me hide in the cave of the city gate?" ”

"Donkey hair stuffed in your ears? I told you to get out! But the puppet army had no mercy, "Otherwise, you will die!" ”

While speaking, the puppet army raised the imitation Mauser 98K rifle in his hand, but did not pull the bolt, he actually just wanted to scare the beggar in front of him.

But at this moment, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the city.

The puppet army subconsciously turned his head to look into the city, but just turned his head, there was another sound of horn in his ears.

This gunshot really exploded in his ears, and the puppet army was directly stunned, and he looked back a little stunned, and he was surprised to see that the stinky Hanako, who was frozen a few seconds ago, was about to die, and he didn't know where to take out a shell gun, only to hear a snap, and then killed a devil gendarme at the city gate.