"What a flaw in you!" Zhen Dazhuang smiled slightly, and set his eyes on the middle-aged man over there who had been silent.

"I'll just say it! Uncle Sun, he has only been in the mountains for a year or two, and he is still a little unskilled in business! Xiao Senan suddenly realized, patted his thigh and sighed.

A group of frightened guards couldn't help but roll their eyes, are you bandits or acting, or special business.

"How did the little brother see it? I, Sun Zhen, thought I still had some experience, and I didn't say anything that shouldn't be said! The middle-aged man who called himself Sun Zhen over there was also a little curious as to why the flaws appeared on him alone.

"Hehe, because brother, you can see that we are soldiers of the 29th Army, but you have to pretend to find several reasons to ask, for you who used to be a soldier, it is really difficult for you." Zhen Dazhuang smiled.

The middle-aged man was stunned suddenly, half loud, and finally showed a wry smile on his face, and he didn't deny or admit it, and said: "Little brother is really meticulous in observation, you and this Corporal Mo must be the best in the army!" ”

"Don't dare to be a leader, if Brother Sun sees our chief that day, it would be more appropriate for you to put this word on his head." Zhen Dazhuang shook his head, but he didn't ask how the person in front of him fell from a soldier to here.

Perhaps, this also has his unspeakable hardships, and the most important thing is that judging from the fact that the middle-aged man in front of him still maintains the mark of a soldier when he walks and fights, he must have been an excellent soldier.

Zhen Dazhuang could even feel the bitterness hidden in his eyes when he looked at the two of them. That kind of bitterness may not only be because they Qinglong Mountain inadvertently caused a big trouble.

Since they are already acting, needless to say, the so-called news tree has fallen, and it is also part of the script itself, so naturally there will be no army coming, and Qinglong Mountain is playing this hand up and down, but it is the same as what Zhen Dazhuang said just now, it is hoped that a group of old and young people will arouse Zhen Dazhuang's sympathy, and hand over people and things in exchange for the peace of the cottage.

As for the meat that has been cooked in the pot, it has already been eaten, is it possible that it can still be spit out for you?

Seeing Boss Ming kindly give the little bandits a piece of meat in the clay pot, and the little bandits happily ran towards the grass shed with the bowl, and a large group of women were still waiting in the distance, Zhen Dazhuang and Mo Xiaomei knew that Qinglong Mountain had succeeded.

Even if the fat chief leads the independent guerrilla brigade to come, it is estimated that as soon as the boss of Jingming talks about peace, this matter will be settled, and if you can't do it, you can still throw some food to the cottage to help them.

Seeing that Zhen Dazhuang and the two had a peaceful attitude, he told the origin of Qinglong Mountain and the hardships of life with the cooperation of the middle-aged people。。。。。。

It is not surprising that Sun Zhen, who speaks with a northeast accent, is from the northeast, but what Mo Xiaomei and Zhen Dazhuang didn't expect is that this young man who calls himself the eagle master is really the big leader of this mountain, and there is no so-called big guy sitting behind the scenes.

The people who can stay here are basically the little leaders of Qinglong Mountain, to put it bluntly, they are all outstanding in acting, in Qinglong Mountain, those who can't act are stupid, and they can only be little minions.

Because, the rule of Qinglong Mountain is to "convince people with virtue", even if they go to rob the caravan, they all rely on flickering, and rarely resort to force, and basically, after seeing the number of people, the vast majority of the caravan has succumbed, and they don't want much, and there are also head irons, such as Boss Ming, the infantry cannon comes in handy.

The young bandit who served tea and water, because he was picked up by Diao Ye at the bottom of the mountain when he was seven or eight years old and brought up on the mountain, in fact, like Diao Ye's younger brother, he knew from the nickname of Lao Pimple that he had a deep relationship with Diao Ye, and he was born with a scud and jumped up in the mountains, and no one in the entire Qinglong Mountain could catch up.

When he knew that it was this person who saw the convoy running wild for dozens of miles in that small town and ran back to Qinglong Mountain to ventilate the news and go down the mountain to intercept them, Jia Dali and the others, who were listening quietly, opened their mouths and could swallow an ostrich egg.

They were in the car, although they were resting for a while in the town to replenish water or something, but the old pimple outperformed them just by crossing the mountains on two legs, which was also an incredible speed.

Well, these guys are still the leaders of the gang with their faces and rags dressed like beggars, so what do ordinary bandits have to be poor? Don't have pants to wear! Looking at the arms and chests of the biggest leader of Qinglong Mountain, the cold wind blowing outside, Mo Kitten felt sorry for the bandits. How a failure these bandits are!

It is estimated that it is much better for them to go down the mountain again to start a drama troupe than to do this job!

Seeing that Mo Xiaomei and Zhen Dazhuang had strange faces, of course Sun Zhen, who was sitting with them there, knew what they were thinking? At that moment, he sighed and explained the reason why hundreds of people up and down Qinglong Mountain were so poor.

It turned out that since Diao Ye's father group was chased and killed by local heroes twenty years ago, they were forced to enter the mountain because they were chased and killed by local heroes, and they settled down in Qinglong Mountain.

There are no local tyrants and inferior gentry in the mountains, no harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, but there are also no fields. Let's rob the house! The surrounding area was full of poor peasants who were as poor as ghosts, and a group of people who made a living by selling their arts led by Diao Ye's father lived a hard life of farming as their main business, extorting caravans that did not want to go through the gates to pay taxes and go out of Qinglong Mountain as a sideline.

Can you dare to take the caravan, isn't that one with a hundred people and a hundred guns? Although there are hundreds of people on their side, there are only a few dozen guns, and most of them are bandits with knives, guns and sticks, what can they rob? At most, they rely on deception to extort some property that does not exceed the tax paid by others.

But no matter how you say it, there is also an income, plus dozens of acres of bud rice land planted in the mountains, although the life is hard, it can be maintained to some extent. But since Diao Ye's father died the year before last, Diao Ye became the big leader, and this day is not as good as day by day.

The harvest of the budding rice field is getting worse and worse, and the caravans on the sidewalk are getting fewer and fewer, especially in the past two years, there are more and more refugees who have fled from the north, and some are passing by here, seeing that they are about to starve to death, Qinglongshan can only squeeze out a little from their own small rations to give them, and some simply don't leave, so they directly ask to join the gang.

These little bandits and those women that a few people saw just now, many of them have joined in the past two years, and they don't have much labor capacity to add their mouths to eat, which is naturally a great burden for Qinglong Mountain, but they can't watch them starve to death, Diao Ye took them all in under huge pressure.

And Sun Zhen, who passed by more than a year ago, saw the difference of Qinglong Mountain and went up the mountain to join the gang.

Speaking of this, Zhen Dazhuang quietly glanced at the middle-aged man who was straight even if he was sitting on his waist, and he already understood his origin somewhat in his heart, according to the point in time, he should not belong to that army!

Hundreds of thousands of well-equipped troops disappeared in a few days, and they were also burdened with huge infamy. Zhen Dazhuang met many colleagues in the army who came from there to reorganize into the 29th Army.

Although he didn't say it, Zhen Dazhuang clearly felt that the state of mind of many of them had been very depressed, and it was not until this battle between Shangxi Fengkou and the Japanese army that it was better, and it was even more courageous to kill the enemy.

A year and a half ago, in the face of foreign invaders, retreating without a fight, although it was the order of the top-level commander, it was still an extremely heavy psychological burden for some soldiers.

Sun Zhen should also be one of these soldiers.

The story of Qinglong Mountain continues.

The worst thing is this year, because the Japanese have made it bad, for a few months, not a single caravan has walked this mountain road, and the harvest of the bud rice field is also very poor, isn't this a lack of food? But the bandits of Qinglong Mountain, who have not robbed the common people for 20 years, are embarrassed to rob the surrounding mountain people, and they can't rob them, so they can only change them.

So, starting with the bandit leaders, not to mention the important clothes such as sheepskin jackets to keep out the cold, even the slightly new clothes, were exchanged for food. Otherwise, they wouldn't look like the beggars.

However, there is still not enough to eat, and if there is no food after three days, the people of Qinglong Mountain will have to drink the northwest wind on the top of the mountain. So after receiving the message from the old pimple, all the young people in Qinglong Mountain went down the mountain, just to get some rations for the people on the mountain.

"Uncle Sun, you, be righteous." Mo Kitten couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Sun Zhen and Xiao Senan.

A group of bandits, instead of robbing, would rather change their clothes with the common people, and be bandits like this, no matter what, it is worth the word "righteousness".

Xiao Senan, who was sitting on the side, listened to Sun Zhen talk about the story of Qinglong Mountain here, and couldn't help but squeeze out two tears, it was really 。。。。。

It's not sadness from the heart, for a certain boss who has always been in a happy mood, what is not sad? It's really, it's so delicious, it's delicious and crying.

Some people tell stories, some people listen to stories, and they secretly get a piece of meat and stuff it into their mouths, although they don't put any seasoning, it's white meat, but for the carving master who hasn't eaten meat for a long time, it's also delicious.

The buds on the tip of the tongue were collectively cheering, and the tears of the Qinglong Mountain boss were stimulated.

Rushing to this piece of meat, today's trip is worth it.