Chapter 434: Picking Quarrels and Making Trouble, Fighting

Chapter 434: Picking Quarrels and Making Trouble, Fighting

Western Hebei region. The county seat of Lin'an County. The lobby of Huaxi Restaurant.

The three soldiers of the Imperial Association fought fiercely, and the lobby of the restaurant suddenly fell into chaos, with dishes flying, tables and chairs collapsing, blood splashing, and screaming and wailing. The manager, the guys, the runners and others of the restaurant hid in the corner and squatted down with their heads in their hands, all trembling, opening their mouths, and staring at the extremely frightened eyes in disbelief at the fierce and chaotic group fighting that had never happened in front of them since the restaurant opened, let alone seeing the slave soldiers of the Imperial Allied Army who were raised and driven by the Japanese after the occupation of the county seat of Lin'an County dared to beat the Japanese officers with their hearts and minds. The strength is second only to the Fang family, and the Ding family is the leader of the big restaurant that was funded and built. These soldiers simply don't want to live and find their own death, they must be outsiders, and they definitely don't know the background of Huaxi Restaurant. Looking at their posture of throwing eight punches and kicking toads indiscriminately but accurately kicking and hurting people, they are completely hooligans and scoundrels fighting in groups on the streets.

The three soldiers of the Imperial Cooperative Army, who had taken off their big-brimmed hats and military uniforms, and whose gray heads and faces were one tall and two short, moved nimble and agile, and their fists were as fast as lightning, and they raised their fists and struck the temples, necks, and hearts of the Japanese officers respectively, and raised their feet to kick the back of the heads and crotches of the Japanese. A dozen or so Japanese officers who were suddenly attacked and beaten too late to fight back were suddenly beaten all over the ground, with blue noses and swollen faces, bleeding from their heads and faces, and wailing incessantly, and they had no power to fight back. More than a dozen pistols, command knives, and military shirts were scattered all over the place.

The frightened restaurant manager really couldn't stand it, and if he continued to fight like this, he would be killed, and the restaurant would be held responsible, and several proprietors would be severely questioned and severely punished by the Japanese gendarmerie, and the consequences would be very serious and unimaginable, and they must try to stop it immediately, so that those who were beaten and those who were beaten would leave the restaurant immediately. The manager stood up from the corner with his burden on his shoulder, and came forward trembling all over, crying and pleading with a mournful face:

"Three military masters, little old man begs you not to fight, if you fight again, you will be killed. I beg you to leave quickly, and if you delay a little longer, you won't be able to leave. After speaking, the manager bowed and arched with both hands into fists.

"Huh? What do you say? Emperor, Imperial Army? When Lao Tzu came, he was not afraid, and he still beat him like a turtle king. The tall Imperial Associate soldier said drunkenly and staggeringly.

"Master Jun, I'm doing this for your good, if you let the imperial army catch you, you have to be beaten to death. Please, go away. After saying that, the manager took out a cloth bag containing dozens of silver dollars from his waist and stuffed it to the drunk.

The tall soldier swept his money bag and grinned wildly with a mouth full of wine.

"Brothers, brothers, stop, stop. Change your clothes and go out to play prestige. ”

The other two soldiers of the Imperial Allied Army stopped their fists and feet, put on the Japanese military uniforms and caps that had fallen on the ground, picked up the pistols scattered on their backs, and looted the watches and leather wallets of more than a dozen Japanese officers who had fainted on the ground. The three soldiers of the Imperial Allied Army carried more than a dozen pistols on their shoulders on their left and right shoulders, and each of them held a Japanese command knife in their hands, and walked out of the restaurant in a dazzy and staggering manner. Finally, the tall soldier who walked out of the restaurant took out a small paper bag from his trouser pocket, opened it, and while walking backwards, he sprinkled the powder mixed with chili noodles, pepper noodles and mustard noodles on the way out, covering up the smell of sweat that might be left on the three of them.

"." The tall soldier lowered his voice and spoke, and the three of them turned into a street next to the restaurant with quick figures and nimble steps.

He hadn't gone far when a few hundred meters away came five or six detectives who were staggering, staggering, and laughing loudly and telling low-level vulgar jokes. The three soldiers of the Imperial Association Army quickly hid in the darkness on the side of the road, squatted down and observed carefully, and quickly judged that the person who was still drinking and playing outside in the middle of the night was definitely a hardcore traitor who was extremely bad. After the tall soldier whispered to his two companions, he immediately took off the pistols he was carrying, picked up the Japanese command knife in his right hand, and stood up with a short soldier to meet the detectives and intercept their way. Stretch out your left hand and ask for money, and for silver dollars. In the faint moonlight, the detectives saw that they were blocked by two Japanese officers, and immediately nodded and bowed, took out the military hand tickets and handed them over. Three or four detectives explained that they only had military hand tickets and no silver dollars. The short officer shouted that he had to ask for a silver dollar. A detective standing one meter away saw that the two Japanese officers were wearing cloth shoes instead of leather boots, and immediately guessed that these two people were Chinese who pretended to be Japanese officers to extort money. So, he quietly reached out to pull out the shell gun. Yu Guang, a tall officer who was highly alert, noticed it, and with lightning in his right hand, he picked up the command knife and slammed it on the top of the head of the man who drew the spear, only to see the man fall to the ground in an instant with a muffled snort. When the other detectives saw their comrades being knocked to the ground, they immediately instinctively dispersed to draw their guns to resist, and the two Japanese officers simultaneously raised their command knives and launched a ferocious attack on the detectives, smashing them in the head, right arm, kneecap, and calf. A moment later, all six detectives were knocked to the ground, in unbearable pain, crying for their fathers and mothers, and unable to move. After the two Japanese officers took off their Japanese military uniforms and threw them on the ground, they each took off the six shell guns that had fallen on the detectives on the ground and turned to leave. Rendezvous with another person hiding in a dark corner, quickly disappeared into a dark alley on the side of the road, turned a few intersections and entered a narrow alley. The three of them found a well by the faint moonlight, and the three of them put down a dozen * pistols, six shell guns, and three Japanese command knives, took off their sweat coats and big trousers, and carried the well water up with a wheel, and then vigorously scrubbed their sweat coats and big pants. In the end, the three men divided their pistols equally and went home to sleep.

Xiyuanzi is the largest one in the county seat of Lin'an County, and the servants from other provinces take turns to go to the cave to perform on stage, and it is a place where people from the Imperial Association Army and the detective team often gather here at night to have fun. Although it was late at night at this time, the opera garden was still full of steaming lanterns and the audience was full, and there were more than a dozen middle- and lower-level officers and detectives of the Imperial Association Army in the audience. The people on the stage sang hard, and the audience applauded one after another.

Three Japanese soldiers with bottles of liquor in their hands, their chests exposed, their military hats crooked, their bodies full of alcohol, and their gray heads and dirty faces were dizzy, drunk, and staggered into the theater garden. After looking around and not finding a seat, the Japanese soldiers walked to the stage and sat side by side on the ground, drinking and raising their heads to watch the play. Many viewers don't understand that the Japanese soldiers have never been to the theater, why did they come tonight? Can they understand Chinese Peking Opera? You can't be here to make trouble, right? Be vigilant and be careful not to get into trouble.

After watching for a while, the three dirty-faced, drunken Japanese soldiers stood up together and shouted at the stage. The actors on the stage were stunned, stunned, and at a loss. The gongs and drums beat the huqin instrument and the sound is about to stop. The audience was in an uproar.

Yes, the middle-aged male steward who had been staring at the Japanese soldiers immediately walked quickly in front of the Japanese soldiers, nodded and asked them to sit in the back with a smile on his face.

"Ani? Yaga! Singing, singing, Japanese, Japanese. Humpty Dumpty Japanese soldier said.

"Huh? Singing Japanese songs? Tai-kun, do you have any songs in Japan? I haven't heard of it. Tai-kun, what kind of Japanese song do you sing? The frightened and confused steward asked.

"Yaga! Sing! Singing, singing, Japanese grass mud horses. Sing, sing this. Hurry, death, death, death. Humpty Dumpty said rudely.

"Huh? Japan's grass mud horses? This? Is this a song? How does it sound like an insult to me? Taijun, please come with me. The steward pleaded.

"Yaga! Sing! Japanese grass mud horses. Hurry up! Another Japanese soldier said.

"Taijun, they can't sing this song you said······

Syllable! The short Japanese soldier waved his hand and slapped the steward in the face loudly, causing the steward to be dizzy, his eyes were full of stars, and his face was hot and painful. The opera garden was suddenly in chaos. More than a dozen officers and detectives of the Imperial Allied Army stood up angrily, walked to the stage with their eyes and fists clenched, and tightly surrounded the three barbaric Japanese soldiers.