Your uncle's!

The trail was a little angry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When are you not good at robbing tombs, just in time to rob the tomb when Lao Tzu comes, Lao Tzu has a mission, and he doesn't want to have an accident just at the beginning, but Lao Tzu can't ignore this cultural matter.

The Japanese robbed tombs in China were organized and planned, and it was an act of the government, called the Golden Lily Project. The organization is called the Golden Lily Society. The organizers are royalty.

Historically, they have seized all kinds of wealth all over China, including ancient books in libraries, scriptures in temples, antiques in tombs, and gold and silver treasures in people's homes.

The purpose of this plan of the Japanese imperial organization is infuriating, and it can make you laugh. What is the reason? The first reason, of course, is to accumulate wealth for the sake of Japan's bureaucratic capital. There is another reason, that is, to prevent soldiers who do not have the knowledge of might and damage valuable cultural relics as ordinary gold and silver.

Since the establishment of this organization, a large number of Japanese ronin have joined and began to rob tombs, loot temples, and plunder folk treasures in China. Organized plunder, with the army, with the secret service organization, a large number of Chinese culture flowed to Japan.

There are statistics that the Japanese took 6,000 tons of gold from China, and when Xiaolu did research, he always felt that this figure was incomplete. How do you calculate silver? How to calculate the money from selling **? What about economic monopolies?

Xiaolu felt that he was too unlucky, and as soon as he arrived, he encountered a Japanese tomb robber.

Wait a minute, it's not easy for you to escape anyway, just see it clearly. If you want to kill them, you must settle the battle within twenty minutes, otherwise it will be dawn.

I opened the box, took out the pistol, checked the bullets, took a spare magazine full of bullets, and grabbed another handful of bullets.

There was a gun in the box, which was an imitation of May Fourth, Xiaolu made it himself, and it was confiscated by his father, and the hundred people would have great powers and get it. There were also one hundred and eight bullets in the box, packed in two magazines and cardboard boxes, all specially made, and the cartridge cases were thirty percent lighter.

Xiaolu has confidence in this gun, the quality is not to be said, it is better than the real May Fourth style. **High muzzle velocity and strong power. **, it is circulated in many countries, especially underground. This gun is famous in the gangsters, because there is a star on the handle of the black gun, so it is called the big black star.

Legend has it that the gangsters are afraid of the May Fourth style. Other guns can be blocked with trash can lids and wooden planks, and five-four bullets must be hidden behind earthen walls, brick walls, or large iron pipes to be safe.

Locked the box, put it under a tree, took out the dagger, and walked south. After walking a few steps, I saw that there was less dead grass on the ground, fewer trees, and more weeds, and the soldier in the distance was still on guard. The gun he was holding was loaded with a bayonet, which was the famous Japanese rifle, the 38 gun.

Xiaolu pinned his gun to his waist and slowly walked behind the tree behind the Japanese soldier. At this time, the Japanese soldier seemed to be a little slack, walked to the tree, did not go, leaned against the tree, and yawned. Before the yawn was finished, I felt a cool breeze pass through my neck, and then I saw my body leaning against the tree, and I seemed to have fallen, why was my body still standing? Strange, where did your head go?

It seemed that the Japanese sentry would never understand, because the head was cut off and fell to the ground.

Xiao Lu took out the knife quickly, and his strength was a little stronger, but he was a little surprised to see that the knife actually cut his neck, and he dodged a little slower, and two drops of blood spurted out splashed on his sleeve.

Seeing that he had killed someone, Xiao Lu panicked in his heart.

I killed someone!

If it's a Japanese, it should be killed. But is he Japanese?

The trail waited for the blood to stop coming, stepped forward again, and broke the belt of the dead body, and the pants fell, but they were blocked by the tree, and the body was still standing, and the pants stopped when they fell a little. With a wave of the blade, the pants opened, revealing the facts: the shorts inside were crotch-tight.

It's Japanese.

In this era, only the rich and Japanese wore shorts, and the poor did not wear shorts. Moreover, the style of Japanese shorts is crotch cloth, which is different from that of Chinese.

Sure that it was Japanese, Xiaolu felt much better, took two steps back, and squatted down to catch his breath for a while. Fortunately, I have practiced killing pigs and chickens when I have exercised in the past few days, and my tolerance is okay.

Xiaolu wiped the dagger clean, put it back in its scabbard, and dragged the dead body into the bushes, and there was a voice in the belt of this guy's clothes, a touch, a document, a passport, a gold bar, two dozen silver dollars, a few Japanese military tickets, a stack of sheep tickets, and a stack of yen. And a couple of rubles. There is also a cloth bag with photos inside.

Only after looking at the documents did I know that this was a ronin, not a soldier.

The military ticket is the money of the Japanese soldiers, which is circulated within the Japanese army, and the sheep ticket is the ticket of the puppet Manchukuo, with the sheep printed on it and the old man printed on the other side, so it is also called the old man's ticket.

The trail returned to the box, put the things away, searched south, made sure there was no one, and searched north instead. After walking along the tomb wall for a hundred and ten meters, I saw a sentry.

This guy is still Japanese, wearing a Japanese military uniform and holding a three-eight gun.

Xiaolu secretly screamed luckily: if he ran away like this, in case this guy saw and heard it, it would be troublesome.

This time, Xiaolu seems to be much bolder, and it is a knife to go up quietly. It may have been a little bright, and the sentry seemed to sense something and shook it. After being stabbed, the body fell to the ground with the inertia of shaking. Xiaolu didn't want to splash blood on his body, so he didn't help him, and poofed.

Xiaolu was about to drag the body deep into the woods when he suddenly heard someone talking diagonally in front of him. Looking at the sound, the path was shocked, it turned out that there was a mound not far from him, and in front of the mound was a hole, which was clearly a tomb robbery cave, and the sound came from where.

Xiaolu didn't care about complaining about his lack of experience in facing the enemy, did not see the six roads and listened to the eight directions, and came directly to the entrance of the tomb robbery cave, at this time a person happened to drill out, sat at the entrance of the cave, saw the path, stared, a hand pulled, a knife erected, it is the famous Japanese knife, the blade is longer, the Chinese people generally call it the Japanese command knife, the Japanese themselves call the knife is.

The knife was very long, and the tomb robber slashed down from the hole.

As soon as the path retreated, the knife almost slashed through his nose. This is the first time that Xiaoji has faced off against the Japanese, and it was just a sneak attack.

This Japanese is so fast.

Before Xiaolu could finish reacting, the Japanese slashed again. This time, Xiao Lu had a little experience, and he stepped back diagonally, seeing that the position of the knife was lower, and his body was deflected, and the dagger in his hand slashed towards his neck.

The Japanese quickly, as soon as they retreated, the knife slashed again, from an oblique underneath.

This time, Xiaolu quickly dodged and fell down in embarrassment.

Xiao Lu clearly saw the disdain in his eyes.

This look irritated Xiaolu.

However, there was no time to attack, and Xiao Lu faced the shadow of the knife, and retreated, retreated, and retreated again on the ground. After a dozen steps back, the foot of the trail was tripped up, and one stumbled, almost falling.