Years later, a small-eyed, thick-lipped veteran of the revolution sat under a growing vine, surrounded by a group of innocent children with red scarves around their necks, and the children's bright and innocent eyes were fixed on this spirited and somewhat wealthy old man.

The old man was asked by the school to educate the children in the revolutionary tradition.

The representative of the school said to the old man at that time, the old-timers, the revolutionary traditional education of the children is not easy to do, there are too many new things in this society, and they are all attracted by the blockbuster of foreigners.

The old man was very reserved but could not resist the repeated pleas of the school, so he had no choice but to agree, so he told a story to the most naughty children in the season when the vines were still climbing, and he attracted them with only one sentence.

The old man said: "Babies, don't look at the terminator this and that, today I will tell you the story of a dark hunter among our anti-Japanese predecessors." ”

The old man said: "In the forties of the last century, darkness shrouded Shenzhou.

A large number of invaders came from the vast East China Sea.

They used to make flat texts based on our writing.

They also used to borrow our Tang costumes to make kimonos.

They learned that we drank tea, made small bowls the size of donkey hooves, and also drank tea, and called it the tea ceremony.

The old man said, "But they are a group of white-eyed wolves who will take revenge."

This time, they dressed themselves as chrysanthemums, but they were carrying weapons called Taidao and Ribs.

The totem they believe in is called the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, so the pistol they use is called the Wangba box.

They have been eating on their knees since they were children, and the men's radish legs and women's radish legs are not straight, so their machine guns are called crooked handles.

The men are all white-eyed wolves, and the women are shameless, so the guns they use are called 38 guns.

They burned, killed, and plundered, and we called them the Great and the Dwarves. ”

The old man said, "In one of the battles, the Yamato dwarves chased one of our beautiful female warriors into the Dragon Slayer Cave.

Our female warrior is no ordinary person, and her ability to resist the Yamato dwarf is as famous as her beauty.

At that time, no matter the New Fourth Army, the Eighth Route Army or the National Government Army, whether it was the Eighteenth Route Army, the Twenty-ninth Route Army or the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army, they all called her a goddess! ”

The old man said: "There are countless caves in the Dragon Slaying Cave, some places can't see your five fingers, and some places you can't see other people's eyelashes clearly when you stand on the opposite side, just like a labyrinth."

The old man said, "The Yamato dwarves are a people who cannot see the light, so they prefer and are more accustomed to fighting in the dark, and soon one by one, the men of our beautiful female warriors were sacrificed. ”

The old man said, "At this very critical moment, a pair of dark and bright eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Our Dark Hunter has appeared!

The night gave him black eyes, but he used them to find the big and short man as a prey in the night, and he wanted to save the beautiful warrior as his new bride! ”

The old man said, "Our dark hunter hunts the big and short in that cave like a little leopard with four hooves and thick pads, and his claws can easily crush the big and short man's fragile Adam's apple!" ”

The old man said, "Our Dark Hunter pretended to be Yamato's lair in the dark, and killed 9981 Yamato Shorts with 3927 grenades, so that their souls could return to the East.

The old man said, "He killed two hundred and sixty-twelve dwarfs with his bare hands, and used their brains to pay tribute to our sacrificed warriors." ”

The old man said, "......"

Finally, the old man said, "Children, you must remember! Our dark hunter is surnamed hùo, and specializes in the 'scourge' of the Japanese dwarf! ”

The old man's story was so well told and so popular with the children that his words soon reached the ears of the protagonist of his story, the Dark Hunter, from a child surnamed Huo.

"Grandpa, grandma, today Grandpa Zheng told us the story of the dark hunters during the Anti-Japanese War."

"Oh?" The child's grandfather, who was leaning on a wicker chair with glasses and reading a book, asked with interest, "What did the old guy blow again?" ”

"Look at how you talk to your child, what do you mean by blowing?" The grandmother, who was loosening the soil for a pot of flowers and plants next to the grandfather, said angrily.

"Hey, baby, go on." Grandpa smiled, but continued their conversation with the child.

"In the forties of the last century, darkness enveloped China.

A large number of invaders came from the vast East China Sea.

They used to make flat texts based on our writing.

They also used to borrow our Tang costumes to make kimonos.

They learned that we drank tea, made small bowls the size of donkeys' hooves, and also drank tea, and called it the Tea Ceremony...... "The child had a surprisingly good memory, and began to repeat the story told by the revolutionary veteran word for word."

When the child finished speaking, the child's grandfather and grandmother laughed.

They laughed happily, and at that moment it was as if their deep wrinkles had disappeared, like a slender and capable boy and a girl descended from the Nine Heavens Fairy.

"Yaya, look at it, I'm really convinced of this dead fat man, he can actually tell a devil-fighting thing out of the current popular one or something, oh, yes, it's called fantasy, he actually told a devil-fighting thing out of the current popular fantasy style, the origin of the so-called divine drama!" The child's grandfather laughed.

"Wasn't that what you were back then?" The child's grandmother gently brushed the silver hair scattered to her forehead with her hand and smiled, "I don't think Zheng Fatzi is talking nonsense, at that time in my impression, you are not like that, like a little leopard, there is nothing difficult for you in fighting devils, I and my sister, Xiaoman, Liu Yu, Tiantian and all their sisters said behind their backs, you are the most handsome among the soldiers, whether it is the National Army, the Eighth Route Army or the New Fourth Army." ”

The child's grandfather smiled: "Is it the most handsome?" Do you know what I was like in that cave at that time? ”

"What does it look like? Isn't it like Zheng Fatzi said? The child's grandmother asked curiously.

"Haha." The child's grandfather smiled heartily, "I can't see what I was like back then, but I can imagine what I was like at that time."

It was enough to carry a box cannon in his right hand, and in his left hand he was carrying the pants of a Japanese soldier who had released a grenade, and his clothes were about to be scratched.

This Zheng fat man is always exaggerating, our old guys can't care about it, so he changes to care about the child, if you want me to look at that, he said that it is too unreliable, and it is not as reliable as the book I have in hand. ”

"What book? You've been reading this book all these days, and I didn't ask. The child's grandmother sat up curiously from the rattan chair and looked at it, but saw a thick book on the coffee table, the title of which was "The Legend of the Anti-Japanese Mountain"