"It's over, it's over, old pimple, Uncle Sun, you take the people in the village and run first." Xiao Se Nan's face was bitter, but he looked very responsible. "I'll take poplar forest and a few of them to block it first."

"Woo, I'm not leaving, I'm going to die together." The young bandit burst into tears.

"Hurry up and get out, you are alive, you can still light a few sticks of incense for Lao Tzu during the Qingming Festival, they are all dead, and no one will send anything underground." Xiao Se Nan kicked the tearful young bandit down. "What the hell, you're the boss, I'm the boss?"

"Boss, let's not go, let's fight with those soldiers." A group of bandits were very righteous, some carrying shuttle darts, and some carrying guns to stand with Xiao Senan.

"Boss 。。。。。。" The young bandit lay on the ground and cried so badly.

And the group of ragged little bandits who were still waiting to eat meat and drink soup around the meat pot over there were alarmed by the chaotic scene here, and they all ran over, probably also frightened by the crying young bandits, and a few people who were only six or seven years old couldn't help crying loudly.

The little face itself is dirty, and then it is washed by tears, and it directly becomes a big flower face, which is even more miserable.

How to say that misery and tragedy are mixed together? There is a very contagious atmosphere, which makes people involuntarily produce a sentiment called sympathy.

Who is this bandit? At this moment, the two soldiers looked at each other with a smile, as if they were bandits, and these guys were the victims.

Even Comrade Lao Ming, who was tied up on the mountain by them, was a little unbearable at this moment, and looked at the two soldiers, which means: These mountain bandits just grabbed some food, but they didn't hurt anyone, why don't you tell the army? Spare them once?

Mo Xiaomei couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, seeing that these bandits were poor, and they were forced to fall into the grass when they had no way to live at the bottom of the mountain, and they were not very professional, otherwise they would not have been mixed like this.

His eyes involuntarily looked at Zhen Dazhuang. Don't look at the two of them, Zhen Dazhuang doesn't like to talk much, but after contact in the past few days, Mo Xiaomei knows that this big guy actually has a lot of ideas in his heart, and even the fat chief has praised him, let him learn more from him, and what ideas need to be taken between the two are basically based on his opinion.

Just like just now, Zhen Dazhuang seemed to be talking to the bandits, and people who were not familiar with him were often confused by his honest appearance and big man, thinking that this was an iron Hanhan, and only Mo Kitten, who was familiar with him, knew that this was just a means he used to delay time to get out of trouble.

Many people's cleverness is shown on their faces, but Zhen Dazhuang's shrewdness is hidden by a face. This is the deadliest shrewdness.

He is a little like Liu Lang, with a big pie face and a chubby face that looks harmless to humans and animals, but only those who are familiar with him know that it is this smiling fat man, on the battlefield of white-knuckle warfare, once armed with a big knife, cut off the heads of twenty Japanese criminals in a row, and also led a night attack to annihilate more than 1,000 Japanese criminals.

For his enemies, it was a tiger in sheep's clothing.

However, Mo Xiaomei saw a smile similar to playfulness on the corner of Zhen Dazhuang's mouth.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this? Mo Kitten instantly sniffed out a few traces of abnormality.

"Act, keep acting!" Zhen Dazhuang sat on the stone pier with his ass, waved his hand and said casually. "With this ability, what kind of bandit are you still a special mother! Go to Beiping City to set up a grass stage team and sing an opera or something, it is estimated that you will make more money than this. Who, wipe your tears, I saw you rubbing garlic into your eyes. ”

The bandits who were still making a fuss just now instantly quieted down, and a few little bandits who were dominated by emotions were still crying, seeing that the big guys suddenly stopped crying, and the howling turned into sobbing.

"Ahem, the eldest brother deserves to be the commander of the 29th Army, and you have discovered it." Xiao Se Nan was a little embarrassed, but he sent a series of sycophants, and gave a thumbs up, "Big brother, you are this." ”

"This 。。。。。。" Comrade Lao Ming, who has a lot of life experience, probably didn't expect that there would be such a play, and an old face would also be made red.

If it's acting, the acting skills of these guys are really good, and they have deceived him, a veteran in the business field.

"That's it! Did you stun my brothers but found out that we were from the 29th Army, and then think about the direction in which the truck is going is Xifengkou, and I know that there is a catastrophe, so I acted in such a play, but I hope to intercede with our brothers and sisters, and your script started when my brothers didn't wake up yet, right! Zhen Dazhuang said angrily.

"Big brother is amazing! Big brother witty! Eldest brother..... Xiao Se Nan sent a bunch of horses to his death, and when he saw Zhen Dazhuang's eyes sweeping, he quickly replied concisely, "That's it." ”

Then, he bowed to Lao Ming: "Boss Ming, you have a lot, forgive me for Qinglong Mountain's eyes and ignorance of Mount Tai and crashing into you!" You sit, you sit! ”

Kicked the young bandit who was still lying on the ground: "Why don't you have any eyesight!" I didn't dare to go and serve a cup of tea to Boss Ming. ”

The young bandit ran to the cottage not far away, no, a grass hut to be exact.

Helping Ming Xilai, who looked confused, to sit on the stool, he waved at the bandits again, "Invite all the guests over there, bring up the cooked pork, and shock the guests." ”

A series of riotous operations, the style of painting changed so quickly, not to mention that Comrade Lao Ming and a group of guards were like falling into the clouds, and even Mo Kitten was stunned.

As for it! What about the legendary spirit of the king of Zhongshan? Even if there is an army of bandits, this is a bunch of meat tickets! There is also the capital to negotiate.

However, that's what the bandit leader did, and after seeing that the script he had been acting for a long time was debunked, he immediately coaxed it, apologized and served tea and water, and also got the cooked pork into a clay pot and served it to a group of frightened people in the eager eyes of a group of little bandits.

Although it was very cowardly, Mo Xiaomei carefully remembered the operation of this goods all the way, but was surprised to find that this was the only way to "resist" the upcoming army of bandits.

The two of them, including Boss Ming, who had a much kinder face, miraculously did not have much hostility towards these bandits, and even, looking at the lowly bandit leader in front of them, they still had some appreciation.

This is really a master in the folk!

"Two big brothers, this is your gun!" Xiao Se Nan gave them the equipment of the two people sent by the bandits over there. "Little brother Diao Ye, can't you compensate the two eldest brothers."

"Eagle Master!" Zhen Dazhuang frowned.

"The little brother's surname is Diao, his name is Ye, you can call me Xiao Yezi!" Xiao Senan's flattery directly amused Jia Dali, who was relaxed over there.

After laughing, he realized that he was not in the grain store, he was still in the bandits' den, in case the bandits turned his face, he might be thrown into the pot and boiled for nothing, and he swallowed the laughter back.

This made the scene a little embarrassing for both the "captives" and the bandits.

Oh, yes! This kind of relationship that reverses without any foreshadowing is really not easy to deal with!

Otherwise, Xiao Senan is the boss, but he doesn't change his face and uses communication to resolve these little embarrassments: "How did Brother Zhen find a flaw?" These brothers have been acting for some years, and they are all old actors。。。。。 ”

"What do you mean?" Zhen Dazhuang was also stunned by this new term.

"My dad used to be a theater troupe! There is really no way to settle down in this Qinglong Mountain. "Xiao Se Nan explained it as a matter of course." Although he was forced to change his livelihood, his old profession still practiced often. ”

"Poof。。。。。。 Lao Ming just drank a mouthful of hot water and squirted out.

No wonder even he was blindfolded!

Dare to love, the special mother is still from a professional background.