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Since beating Ah Ling left the small fishing village, all the way south, passing through Jinshu, Tong'an Bridge, Xihua, two days later walked to the stable, along the Taihu Lake to look around, eating and sleeping in the open, but failed to find the slightest clue, and can not see people to ask if they know where the Taihu guerrillas and Commander Xue are hidden, so they have no choice but to go all the way back.

Back at the boundary of Wangting Township, Ah Ling did not go home, but walked in the opposite direction along Taihu Lake......

Walking through the reeds that covered the sky and the sun, and could not distinguish between the southeast and northwest, Ah Ling found the general direction, and was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sunset and wild birds spreading their wings from the reeds, all the way to the north.

Shadun Port, located at the junction of Suzhou and Wuxi, it is actually not a port, but a reed swing dozens of miles deep, in it, like being in the ocean of reeds, anyone who is in this place, will sigh their own insignificance.

-- No wonder the little devils gathered in the Su and Xi areas have never been able to exterminate the Taihu guerrillas of more than 100 people, and with this natural barrier as a backing, how many little devils and puppet traitors will be quietly 'eaten'.

Ah Ling took out the last half of the remaining dough from his blanket, filled his stomach a little with the sweet and clear water of Taihu Lake, and walked with the sunset, birds and beasts, and when a red sun set down the water level, he came to the densest place of reeds.

- Here, this is Shadun Port!

If it weren't for the Taihu fishermen who live and work by the Taihu Lake all year round, they would never find this place! In the reeds that can't distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, it is easy to lose your way, walk for several days and can't get out, and finally starve to death in it.

Ah Ling is no stranger to this place - he is used to it from a young age, in the reeds of this little devil like a labyrinth Jedi, but he is like a fish in water, when he was seven or eight years old, he played and frolicked with his friends, and regarded this natural labyrinth as a playground in his backyard.

I often hear the old fishermen in the village talk about several places where the Taihu guerrillas often haunt, and this Shadun Port is one of them.

Ah Ling could not find any trace of the 'team' in several other places, and Shadun Harbor was the last target, and if there was still no trace of the guerrillas here, he had to go home to learn how to farm and fish.

Rustle rustle......

The wind blows the reed leaves, and the whole world seems to make a rustling sound.

Deep in the reeds, there is a simple thatched hut made of reeds and branches, which the fishermen call 'quinoa sheds'.

Ah Ling swept the 'thorny quinoa shed' hidden in the depths of the reeds, almost integrated with the reeds, and the 'thorny quinoa shed' that was difficult to find without careful distinction, his eyes were as black as ink, and suddenly lit up!

- There is a play!

Ah Ling was about to approach quietly, but he suddenly felt a hard object on his back.

"Don't move! Don't look back! If you dare to move again, I will kill you! A deep voice behind him said.

Ah Ling didn't need to look back to know that what was on his back was the 'standard' of the Taihu guerrillas of the New Fourth Army, nicknamed the 'Japanese-style card gun' of millet plus rifles. It is with this kind of 'old antiques' that have been eliminated that the guerrillas fight in a whirling manner against devils, Japanese puppets, and bandits, and they have also achieved good results.

Ah Ling didn't look back, suddenly crouched down, and then dodged the rifle behind him with a sideways turn, and a sweeping leg flipped the man behind him to the ground.

Before the other party could get up, Ah Ling stepped forward, pounced like a civet cat, kicked the rifle in the opponent's hand, and grabbed the opponent's throat with five fingers like iron pincers.

It was a man of about forty years of age, dressed in guerrilla clothes, tall and tall, but with a vegetable face, as if he had not had enough to eat for a long time.

Cluck......

This middle-aged man was grabbed by Ah Ling's throat, and he looked extremely anxious, glaring at Ah Ling angrily, wanting to call for help but couldn't shout, he could only make a 'gurgling' sound.

Ah Ling was about to ask, when he suddenly heard a shouting from inside the stinging quinoa shack.

"Dunzi, is there a situation outside?"

The people inside the shed apparently heard the movement outside and asked aloud.

Seeing that there was no echo from the 'dunzi' outside, seven or eight bolts were heard in the shed almost at the same time, and a deep voice whispered: "Comrades, prepare for battle!" ”

The 'dunzi' who was restrained by Ah Ling also heard the movement in the shed, and knew that the comrades had noticed something strange outside, so he looked at Ah Ling coldly with a provocative expression.

Without hesitation, Ah Ling slashed at the left neck of the 'dunzi', who rolled his eyes and tilted his head and fainted.

Ah Ling could not be allowed to think, and the 'door' of the shack made of reeds and branches flickered, and it was about to be pushed open from the inside.

Ah Ling's back bowed, the whole person was like a sharp arrow with strings, galloping, in the blink of an eye, had appeared in front of the thorn quinoa shack fifty steps away, the 'door' to block the wind had just opened a gap, a big dark hand had just poked out of the shed ten centimeters, Ah Ling stepped forward, grabbed the other party's wrist and pulled it out, in the air, had been Ah Ling's knee against the ribs, and had fainted before he landed.

Woohoo Woo ......

A series of gunshots did not startle a stall of autumn herons, but startled hundreds of wild birds hiding in the reeds, and the sky was overwhelming.

It's a pity that the old rifle is simply firing indiscriminately, and not a single bullet hits within a radius of five meters from Aling.

Bang bang bang......

The sound of fists hitting the flesh, and in less than twenty seconds, the eight strong men who rushed out of the shack were now either unconscious or injured, and all of them lost their ability to fight.

These people lying on the ground were all battle-hardened warriors, armed with guns, but they couldn't even touch the corners of Ah Ling's clothes!

Looking through the humble door, the stinging shed was dimly lit, with nothing but a simple wooden bed. At this moment, a thirty-six-seventeen-year-old man was sitting upright on the bed, his figure was not tall, his posture was not very straight, his eyebrows were as thick as ink, the most striking thing was his pair of eyes, the whites of the eyes could hardly be seen, and the black eyes exuded a terrifying light in the dim shack, like two huge lights from the lighthouse on the dark sea, which made people dare not force their eyes.

A pair of eyes are wise and deep, not angry and arrogant, but not aggressive.

Ah Ling only glanced at the other party, and he could already guess his identity!

- Except for the legendary 'Commander Xue' who sees the head and the tail of the dragon, who can have such a temperament?

"Commander Xue!" Ah Ling's tone was not suspicious and inquiring, but as if he was greeting an old acquaintance.

Commander Xue glanced at Ah Ling outside the shed, but he was also stunned, as if he didn't expect that there was only one enemy, and he was a half-sized hairy child.

Ah Ling was also observing 'Commander Xue' - even if he was in danger, he couldn't see a trace of panic from him, as if he had already expected such a day, so he was calm.

Unhurriedly, he took out a box of 'foreign fire' from his body, pulled out a match from the box, and with a slight stroke, the fire flashed brightly, and the smell of gunpowder ignition instantly wafted into the air.

'Commander Xue' lit a piece of paper on the ground, and threw the pieces of paper on the bed into the fire one by one.

- These must be confidential documents, and perhaps there is underground party information hidden among the people, even if he is arrested, Commander Xue does not want these things to fall into the hands of the Japanese invaders, so that his comrades are in prison.

"I'm Xue Ronghui!" Commander Xue said, his voice was loud and full of neutrality: "I didn't expect the enemy to be a half-sized boy!" You're not Japanese, are you? Is it the Japanese puppet army or the national army? It's a pity that such a good skill can't work for the well-being of tens of millions of poor people, and he has to be the lackeys of the hypocrites and reactionaries of the day! Hey......"

Xue Ronghui sighed, staring at the young man outside the shed, with hatred, but more regret - hatred for his ambition, anger at his indisputable regret!

It's like a father who watches his uncompetitive son go the wrong way!

Xue Ronghui himself was in a desperate situation, but he was calm, but when he saw the young Chinese boy taking the evil path, he seemed so painful!

This is the lofty realm of having the world in mind, worrying about the worries of the world first, only seeking the 'big self' of the country, and not seeking its own 'small self'!

Only a person like Commander Xue, only the personality charm of a person like him, can condense a terrifying force, so that many capable people are willing to surround him, sacrifice their lives at night, fight desperately against the evil forces!

"I heard that the devil paid 20,000 oceans to buy my Xue's head, and the national army also threw out ten 'little yellow croaker' at a sky-high price, are you going to exchange Xue's head for the ocean or gold bars?"

Xue Ronghui said slowly, as if he vaguely asked Ah Ling which camp he was, was it the 'devil' side of the ocean, or the reactionary side of the National Army who sent the 'little yellow fish'?

He said this, but there was no pause in his hand, and the yellowed pieces of paper were thrown into the fire, and the ashes floated in the air.

Ah Ling had already seen Commander Xue's thoughts - what difference did it make for Xue Ronghui who had his head on the ground for handing over his head to the devil or the national army, in exchange for a silver dollar or a real gold 'little yellow croaker'? He is talking to Ah Ling now for only one purpose...... Stalling for time, burning secret materials.

Looking at the burning piece of paper, Ah Ling rushed into it with an arrow step, and shouted in his mouth: "Commander Xue, don't get me wrong!" I am not a Japanese puppet traitor or a reactionary of the Nationalist Army, I am here to take refuge in you, to the Taihu guerrillas of the New Fourth Army! ”

Ah Ling shouted as he raised his foot and stomped on the fire.

Xue Ronghui stared at Ah Ling for a long time, then suddenly jumped up from the bed, and jumped on the fire.

After a long period of confusion, the two of them stepped on the fire, Xue Ronghui gasped for breath, and sat on the edge of the bed, when he looked at Ah Ling, Ah Ling was also looking at him, his eyes were still spinning.

"Hey......

"Hahaha......"

Looking at each other's faces, the two laughed at the same time!