Chapter 287: Worship the Mountain
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After hearing He Changying's order to come to Beifeng to find the female king to settle accounts, Xiao Liuzi also knew the seriousness of the matter, so he swollen the pig's head honestly, and poured out the cause and effect of the incident to He Changying.
Hearing He Changying's grinning anger, Xiao Liuzi deserved it.
Thinking that he was pushed down by Chunni in humiliation that night, Xiao Liuzi, the bastard, not only hid outside the window to listen to the bed, but also looked for Xue Yingchun to make a small report early the next morning.
He Changying had the urge to grab the pig's head of Xiao Liuzi and continue to beat him violently.
When the group arrived at the bottom of the mountain, looking at a sheep intestine mountaineering ladder trail sandwiched between the rocks, He Changying asked Wu Weiyang and Shen Zhaoao to wait below.
In this reconnaissance, Lin Yunyu, Hao Tiansheng, and He Changying, the number one leader of these battalions and companies, did not bring it.
Except for Wu Shen and the others, the rest were staff officers and deputy positions of battalion companies, and even his adjutant Wang Shizhen also stayed in Jiuliancheng as a part-time deputy director of the logistics department, managing the material deployment of silver, grain, and ammunition for the Korean army in Jiuliancheng.
Wu Weiyang, Shen Zhaoao and other officers were a little hesitant, but listening to Xiao Liuzi's meaning and the strange expression of the regiment commander, everyone chose to remain silent and waited at the foot of the mountain.
He Changying and Lu Zhaomei climbed up the cramped stone staircase path, about a hundred meters up.
Behind the big rocks on both sides of the narrow road overhead, four or five bird systems suddenly stretched out, and among them, there was a shotgun like a small cannon, condescendingly pointing at the heads of He Changying and the others.
"Sluggishnessβ"
A loud shout came from behind the big stone: "Who is coming, report the name quickly, you will not kill the unknown person under the gun!" β
"! Listening to the drama stupid? β
Lu Zhaomei followed behind He Changying's buttocks, and muttered disdainfully: "A group of bandits, what kind of elephant do you put onions!" β
"Speak well;"
He Changying looked up at the boulder above her head and frowned solemnly and said, "I'm here to find Chunni, where is Chunni?" Tell her to come down and pick me up. β
"Uh-"
The three-master stick standing on the big stone was a little confused by He Changying's 'incision' that did not follow the number of roads.
If it was someone else, he would have been angry and scolded.
But this guy below is not only a senior official of the Qing army, I heard that he led thousands of soldiers, and said that he killed thousands of Japanese in Korea.
This is a cow like 'Uncle Qi'!
At that time, 'Uncle Qi' fought in the south, and later transferred to the northeast to fight 'Tartar', which was admired by everyone, and now many people in the mountains still enshrine the tablet of 'Uncle Qi'.
Such a person is really a little afraid to scold.
In case this He Changying is even more bullish in the future, and he scolds him today, maybe he will be written into the script in the future, and he will be scolded as a traitor for thousands of years!
And more importantly, the guy below is still sleeping with his righteous sister, then he is his brother-in-law, and now he scolds him, and in the future, he will find an opportunity to whip himself with a stick, and there is really no way.
As soon as the stick rolled its eyes, he was about to kick down a few stones, and when the time came, he said that he fell by himself, and he couldn't find my head, right?
"Don'tβ"
The two bandits on the side, one holding the foot of the stick, and the other pressing the broken stone on the boulder with both hands, said in horror: "Three masters, if you smash the statue of the big boss, we can't afford to bear it." β
"! What did they say, Captain? β
Lu Zhaomei couldn't understand the native dialect of the Northeast, and she looked dazed.
"A few teases, go up and have a look."
He Changying can understand this Northeast vernacular, one hundred and twenty years later, he made Luo Yao unhappy, and the girl always used the local dialect to count him, and over time, she also understood a lot.
Just thinking about it, He Changying couldn't help but feel a little gloomy in her heart.
He Changying and Lu Zhaomei climbed the stone steps up the boulder, and saw five or six men wearing patched homespun cloth standing on it.
Among them, the thick black young man with a shotgun, wearing a money leopard skirt on his waist and a money leopard horse coat on his upper body, looked at He Changying and remembered the leopard spirit in the boss's Journey to the West.
"Haha, hello brothers, basking in the sun on the stones?"
He Changying greeted with a smile and a friendly smile.
Seeing He Changying climb up directly unruly, the bandits on the stick and the boulder were dumbfounded.
Seeing He Changying's very poor smile, the stick felt that his heart and fists were very itchy, so he asked He Changying in a daze: "What are you laughing at?" β
How is this so familiar?
"What are you looking at?"
"What do I think of you?"
And then crackling!
In order to avoid such minefields, He Changying said with a smile: "Brother, your leopard skin is not bad, and it is not good to do it; It must be expensive, right? β
"This is the leopard that my eldest sister stabbed to death with an iron spear, the skin is also mixed by my eldest sister, and the sewing is also made by my eldest sister."
When the stick heard He Changying complimenting his clothes, he immediately became happy.
Why did he deliberately poop Xiao Liuzi all over his body last night, it was because he felt uncomfortable when he looked at the yellow dog skin on Xiao Liuzi's body.
Just like now, the two people in front of him, dressed in a straight Western-style khaki military uniform, with an armed belt around their waists, high-quality calfskin leather boots under their feet, and a square big-brimmed hat on their heads, will not admit it even if they look at the stick.
But in his heart, he was really jealous.
"Your eldest sister?"
He Changying suddenly had a very bad association, and her smile couldn't help but be a little stiff.
"My eldest sister is the owner of this Jiulong Mountain, according to the rules, you can't bring a gun when you go up the mountain."
The stick looked at the Webley revolver pinned to Lu Zhaomei's waist with glowing eyes, and said dryly.
"The gun is in the person, the gun is dead!"
When Lu Zhaomei saw the greedy eyes of the stick, she still didn't know what he wanted to pull? Hurriedly pressed the holster on his waist with his right hand, and said with a resolute face.
He has seen a lot of this kind of look, especially when he is hungry and has pantothenic water, when he sees others eating and drinking spicy food, and when he sits alone by the Haihe River, looking at the reflection in the river.
Therefore, Lu Zhaomei loves the head of the regiment from the bottom of her heart, although she always deliberately makes trouble in front of He Changying, in the subconscious that he doesn't know, it is not a kind of child's coquettishness of father's love, brushing the sense of existence.
"Oh."
The stick looked disappointed, he didn't think about hiding Lu Zhaomei's pistol, this thing is too precious, and no one in the entire Liaodong Silks dares to say that there is one in his hand.
He just wanted to get it, secretly put two shots, and beat a roe deer elk to get over it.
Don't look at the stick that carries a shotgun like a small cannon barrel every day, but the bitterness in your heart can only be known by yourself.
That thing is just carrying a bluff, there is no precision ten meters away, iron slag flies around, one shot can knock down a small wild boar, but the meat is full of iron slag.
As for beating people, unless the other party stands still and is a live target, it will be useless.