Within a minute, Zhao Zilong saw a man of about forty rushing over in a hurry.

The other party was carrying a smoking gun in his hand, and asked anxiously, "Mother, what do you always call me?" ”

"This strong man," the old woman pointed at Zhao Zilong, and said lightly, "Because I have a mission, I accidentally broke into our camp." I told him to leave, but he had to wait until you came back. ”

"Well said, well said," said the boss, who had long hair and little beard, and at first glance looked like a downtown man named Hanako.

He glanced at Zhao Zilong, and then whispered to the old woman: "As long as it is a matter decided by the mother, which one of the sons is not ordered to obey?" ”

The old woman looked at Zhao Zilong, raised her eyebrows, her face was full of wrinkles, and she said with some pride: "How about a strong man?" I said it doesn't matter, you can go. ”

Zhao Zilong didn't leave, he looked at the long-haired boss, arched his fists with both hands and said, "This boss, I have something here, I want to ask for advice." ”

"Excuse me? Hahahaha," the long-haired boss was a little stunned, then pointed to Zhao Zilong, and then pointed to his clothes, smiled, and said, "Look at yourself, and then look at me." How dare you say the word "ask for advice"? If you have something, just say it. ”

"Refreshing." Zhao Zilong secretly praised in his heart, and then glanced back, and the long-haired boss immediately understood. He retired from his followers, leaving only the three of them, and then asked, "Now, can you say it?" ”

"Boss," Zhao Zilong looked at the other party and said seriously, "Let me ask you, have you ever heard of a treasure nearby?" ”

"Treasure?" The long-haired boss tugged at the corners of his mouth, laughed, pointed his hand around, and said in a low voice: "Isn't our China full of treasures?" It's a pity that now a herd of animals has been occupied! ”

"Where is your hometown?" Zhao Zilong asked straightforwardly.

He had no time and had to rush to Xuzhou. And along the way, I heard everywhere about the situation over there. First, Han Fuqu, chairman of Shandong Province, gave up Shandong without firing a single shot, and then the Japanese gathered in two roads and marched towards Xuzhou.

"Hometown?" The long-haired boss immediately became alert, "Why are you asking this?" Since we are a group of Hanako, we are home from all over the world! ”

As he spoke, he turned around and saw his mother's eyes, and when he saw that the other party did not react, he immediately changed his words again: "Jiangnan, near Gusu." ”

"Then do you know the name of Hanshan Temple?" Zhao Zilong asked.

"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship?" The boss asked, "But where is that?" ”

"Exactly," Zhao Zilong nodded and asked, "Have you ever been familiar with it?" ”

"Familiar," the long-haired elder nodded, "When I was a child, my parents often took them there to offer incense. I heard that the protector of the deity there is the Fudo Dharma King, and if you are a chicken, you are still your natal Buddha. ”

Zhao Zilong raised his eyebrows, and said with some surprise: "Then, are you familiar with the things near Zhenjiang?" It turned out that he was taking it step by step, first examining the young man, and then seeing the old man's reaction.

"Zhenjiang?" The long-haired boss saw that Zhao Zilong unknowingly gave him a cigarette, and his heart suddenly became happy.

By the way, he pointed to the old mother next to him, "She, I mean my mother, she also smokes." However, her old man smokes that kind of big cigarette pouch on weekdays, the kind that is more than a foot long. ”

Zhao Zilong hurriedly saluted the old woman and lit it with a match.

The long-haired boss continued: "Zhenjiang, I am also very familiar, but I am not familiar with my mother, it is her old man's maiden home." ”

When the old woman heard this, she also came to her senses, and said casually: "Zhenjiang, Zhenjiang." What a nice name, I think back then, my great-grandfather was a Manchurian, and he was still a herald under the commander of the garrison.

The British long-haired man came, and the commander told him to go out and deliver a message for help. The letter was sent to the Jiangning Mansion of that year, which is today's Nanjing Liangjiang Governor, but there was no reply. Originally, he didn't have to return, but he resolutely returned to Zhenjiang, and later died with the soldiers there. ”

"The Battle of Zhenjiang?" Zhao Zilong was stunned, he still learned about it from the information of the underground party back then. En Gus, a close comrade-in-arms of Max, once commented, 'Those banner soldiers, although they do not know the art of war, are not lacking in courage and sharpness. If this was the case everywhere, then the British army would never have reached Nanjing, "1,500 against 7,000 people, and in the end all of them were half-dead and martyred......

The old woman suddenly raised her hand and motioned to Zhao Zilong not to continue, and she said in a low voice: "Back then, my great-grandmother, an authentic banner person, was spared because of her relatives in Beishang Province. However, later, her old man insisted on returning to Zhenjiang, which had become a ruin. ”

She warned future generations that people should return to live where their ancestors shed blood.

The old woman said, "My father took part in the First Sino-Japanese Naval Battle again. Later, he couldn't stand the blow of Admiral Ding's suicide by taking poison, and after escorting the last group of China's elites back to Korea, he went to the sea to kill himself......"

When Zhao Zilong heard this, his brows tightened, and suddenly a wave of anger arose in his chest.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to the sky and said in a deep voice: "I, Zhao Zilong, swear here today that if I don't kill all the Japanese slaves in this life, I will not return to my hometown!" ”

"Good, good!" When the mother and son saw it, they couldn't help clapping their palms in admiration.

Then the old woman said, "I know what you said about the treasure." It is rumored that it is in Jiaoshan, west of Zhenjiang, but it is not. ”

"Why not?" Zhao Zilong's face changed, and he hurriedly asked: "Could it be that the ancestral heirloom is also fake?" ”

"It's not an ancestral heirloom." The old woman shook her head, "It's just that their ancestors created so many tricks to prevent the real treasure from being discovered. ”

"So?" Zhao Zilong couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Originally, he was going to Zhenjiang Jiaoshan, because he listened to Wang Jingpseudo and Zhang Kui's words, and thought that there would be treasures in the cliff carving place, but he went there, because he was not a Tufuzi, he had no experience in digging treasures, and he didn't have a map, so he couldn't find it.

However, he was still haunted by this matter in his heart, and then he met the man who was mistakenly killed by himself and got a treasure map or something, which was made of a piece of silk cloth, two hundred years old, although the newly marked location on it was also blurred, but he recognized the words on it, which had two seal characters, the Yangtze River and Zhenjiang.

As they spoke, puffs of smoke came from the forest in the middle of the cemetery. This smoke is also weird, it doesn't look like cooking smoke but like fog.