As mentioned last time, the group went to the south of Xiangyuan City, twenty miles south, at the foot of Wuyin Mountain. Liang Wenzhen searched carefully again, but still couldn't find the grass pit where Lu Zhishen fell. In order to let everyone live in tents without hard work, Liang Wenzhen asked for help from Xiangyuan County, and found more than 100 migrant workers to build a house on the spot. At night, Liang Wenzhen looked up at the starry sky, trying to think about the mystery of the fate of the well. Xuan Dao Chang believes that the name of the five yin mountains, there must be a mystery, the 28 stars in the zodiac, representing the most yin five stars, if they can appear together, or there can be a turnaround. Wuyin Mountain can hunt, you can go down to the river to catch fish, except for Liang Wenzhen, each is like a vacation, very leisurely. On this day, Liang Wenzhen found that there were four stars in the first night, and inferred that during the day tomorrow, it should be five stars at the same time, and Xuan Dao Chang corroborated it. At noon the next day, Xu Fan and Liang Wenzhen fell into the grass pit one after another, and the grass pit disappeared immediately, which made Li Shishi, Hu Sanniang and others worried. Liang Wen really knew that he had come to the Yuantangjing, and instructed Xu Fan not to reveal his identity when he met someone, otherwise he would be regarded as an alien. After going through hardships, the two finally found a mountain village and knocked on the door of a family to find food. An old man opened the door and was taken aback when he saw them.

"Old man, we came from the mountains, tired and hungry, and we wanted something to eat." Liang Wenzhen said. "Oh, you two, wait." The old man closed the door again and turned back to enter. "Brother Liang, this village is the same as Shandong, do you say that we are in Shandong now?" Xu Fan asked. "It should be in Shanxi, we were originally in Wuyin Mountain, and it belongs to Shanxi." Liang Wenzhen said. "Just sit down for a while, Brother Liang." There were two smooth stones at the door of the house, and Xu Fan sat down on one of them.

Liang Wenzhen was also hungry, so he sat down next to Xu Fan. "I've been waiting for a long time, but no one has come out." Xu Fan said impatiently. "The old man has inconvenient legs and feet, give me some patience." Liang Wenzhen said. "Catch them!" "Don't let them run!" Suddenly, a group of villagers with white scarves wrapped in their heads, gray and white coats, and high trouser legs suddenly appeared at the head of the village, holding wooden sticks and hoes, and swarmed towards the location of Liang Wenzhen and the others. "It's not coming at us, is it?" Xu Fan wondered.

"Don't panic, it's ...... over there" Liang Wen really wanted to get up, and turned his head to see a group of people running on the right hand, all dressed in general costumes, all holding sticks, hoes, sickles, and shouting. Kill the spy! "Don't run away traitors!" "Dressed strangely, it turned out to be a traitor." Two teams of people surrounded them, swearing and swearing. "You must have misunderstood, we are not spies!" Liang Wenzhen saw that the momentum was not right, and hurriedly explained. "Tie them up and interrogate them carefully!" A leading farmer said.

"Brother Liang, it's terrible, they treat us as aliens!" Xu Fan was shocked, stood up and said. "Fathers and fellow villagers, please calm down, the two of us are not spies, we are passing by here and coming in to ask for something to eat." Liang Wenzhen said loudly again. "Here comes the rope, tie it up." A stout man stepped forward, and the hoes and sticks of the other two village men stretched out in front of Xu Fan. "Bang-" "Oops-" made two sounds, and Xu Fan kicked the stout man who wanted to tie him up. "Shoot him!" The man in front roared.

"Brother Fan, don't be reckless." Liang Wenzhen grabbed Xu Fan. "Tie it up!" Liang Wenzhen said. The villagers were shocked, and when they heard that Liang Wenzhen was willing to be tied, several villagers tiptoed forward and tied Liang Wenzhen and the two strongly. "Pull them under the big locust tree and interrogate them." A man in the lead said. "Let's go, be honest!" A village man said sharply.

In the pushing, pushing and shoving, Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fan, who were tied up by five flowers, went to the wide open space in the center of the village, and there was a big tree on the side. The children of the village whistled, greeted each other, and jumped and ran. The old man and the woman also turned out from the corners of the house, and in a short time, hundreds of people had gathered in the square, old and young, men and women, looking at Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fan, there was fire in their eyes. "We are not spies, you must not wronged good people." Xu Fan shouted loudly.

"What he said, it doesn't look like Chinese." Someone in the crowd shouted. "Folks, we are indeed not spies, we are passing by here to beg for food, don't treat us as bad people." Liang Wenzhen speaks Chinese. "Chinese?" "It's Chinese!" "Traitor!" There was a lot of talk in the crowd. "Old and young masters, when the Japanese devils come to sweep, they always send traitors first to inquire about information. These two people are sneaky and sneak into our village, they must be traitors. Say, which Taijun are you leading the way? The leading man asked.

"Fellow, is it fighting Japan now? Where is the Eighth Route Army? Liang Wenzhen asked. Yo, you still want to find out the whereabouts of the Eighth Route Army, you traitor, you are still delusional when you are dying?! The leading man said angrily. Kill them! "Kill with a knife!" "the eighteenth generation of the traitor's ancestors!" The crowd was in a commotion, and the crowd was excited. "Brother Liang, they're going to kill us!" Xu Fan's voice trembled slightly. "Hugh be afraid!" Liang Wenzhen said. At this time, several strong men, some with knives, some with axes, and some with hoes, stepped forward.

Bang bang, bang, a few gunshots. "The Japs are coming!" "Run!" "Mom!" The crowd was in a mess. "Don't run, which one will kill you!" A scream came. I saw a thin and obscene man with sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and a straw hat in his hand, leading seven or eight Japanese soldiers over. The crowd that had been shouting and frightened just now quieted down, and all looked nervous and looked at the Japanese soldiers. "Eight Tooth Road!" A Japanese soldier grunted at the thin man.

"Taijun asked, who are these two?" The thin man in the straw hat was obviously an interpreter, and asked the audience. "Report to Taijun, these two are eight roads, and they were caught by us." The leading man in the village said. "His, it's the eight roads." Translation to a Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier with a rifle in his hand pointed at the leading man, motioned for him to come out, and forced him to stand still under the tree with his back to the tree. The translator pointed out this and that, and after a while, the five men were forced to come out one by one and stand in line with the leader. "The one who is eight ways is the end of death!" The translator said loudly.

A Japanese soldier raised his submachine gun and fired at five men under the tree. Suddenly, screams and cries blended together. "Brother Liang, I'm afraid!" Xu Fan was so frightened that he cried. "This group of beasts, start so fast, fight them!" Before Liang Wenzhen finished speaking, he roared, and the rope on his body broke. Then, Liang Wenzhen hugged the nearest Japanese soldier, twisted it slightly, and with a click, the Japanese soldier's neck was broken. Liang Wenzhen moved like a rabbit, grabbed the rifle, and swung it at several other Japanese soldiers like a stick.

"Eight Tooth Road!" Seeing this, the Japanese soldiers shouted and raised their guns to shoot. Liang Wenzhen's kung fu skills had already entered an extremely high realm at this time, and between two or three breaths, six Japanese soldiers were hit the head, and they all fell down and couldn't move. The interpreter tried to step forward to stop him, but he was also knocked over by the butt of a gun. The Japanese soldier who strafed the villagers was so shocked that he raised his submachine gun and was about to pull the wrench, when Liang Wenzhen threw his rifle and knocked the submachine gun out of his hand.

"Shoot him, shoot him!" "Kill little Japan!" The crowd reacted and shouted. The Japanese devil turned around and wanted to escape, but Liang Wenzhen had already flown forward, grabbed it, and immediately threw it into the air. Taking another step forward, Liang Wenzhen grabbed one of the devil's feet with both hands and tore it hard, blood gushing out. A thigh was torn apart alive by Liang Wenzhen like this.

"Hero!" "Helper!" Men, women, and children stepped forward one after another, smashing the fallen Japanese devils into pulp with hoes. Some men, women, and children threw themselves up to the five men who had been shot, crying miserably. Xu Fan had already broken free from the rope, and the scene in front of him made him stunned, and he had not come back to his senses at this time. "You guys are the Eight Roads? Wow, you want to avenge us! Several old men came to Liang Wenzhen, and a white-haired old man said with tears in his eyes. Hand tear devils, the Eighth Route Army is good! "Previously, Liang Wenzhen Xu Fan came to the mountain village, and the old man who opened the door when he knocked on the door to ask for food said.

In later generations, TV was full of many anti-Japanese dramas, including scenes of tearing devils, which were ridiculed by countless netizens. It is about the old legend that the matter was originally true, but it was not clear that the person who tore the devil back then was a kung fu master, which caused the plot in the TV series to not be understood and believed by the world, which is really wronged.

"Folks, we sacrificed five heroes, but we also killed eight devils, I believe that the big team of devils will come, what should we do?" Liang Wenzhen asked. "You are the Eighth Route Army, report to the main force quickly, come and fight the devil!" A village Han Dao. "Is there anything to eat?" Liang Wenzhen asked. "Big brother, I have a few sweet potatoes here." An aunt stepped forward and handed over the sweet potatoes that still had body temperature to Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fan. "I still have a nest head here!" "My chickens laid eggs this morning, but unfortunately they were stolen by mice." Everyone said. "Thank you, thank you." Liang Wenzhen and Xu Fan were busy gnawing together.

"I don't know where the main force of the Eighth Road is, do the villagers have any other way?" Liang Wenzhen ate a few bites of sweet potatoes and wotou and asked. "Oh no, there is a team of Japanese devils on the road, there are more than a hundred." At this moment, a teenager ran to the sidelines and said in a loud voice. "Let's go, big brother take us up the mountain, where the devil can't find it." An old man said. "Okay, folks, evacuate!" Liang Wenzhen said. "Get your gun!" Several villagers picked up the devil's gun. "I want a short one." Liang Wenzhen took a pistol from a man's hand. "Brother Fan, let's go!" Liang Wenzhen said.

Hundreds of men, women, and children, inevitably have different speeds, and some have to go home to get valuables. "Come with me if you have a gun, our palace!" Liang Wenzhen said. "Okay, listen to the big brother!" More than a dozen men, with fearless faces, responded one after another. "Brother Fan, you go first, you don't know how to use a gun." Liang Wenzhen said. "Brother Liang, I want to follow you!" Xu Fan refused, for fear that he would be left alone.

Hearing the gunshots, everyone quickened their pace and ran towards the mountains. Liang Wenzhen and others fought and retreated, echoing each other. "I'm running out of bullets!" Liang Wenzhen opened the chamber of the gun, took out a bullet, and put it in his arms. At this time, there were several three-wheeled motorcycles in front of the Japanese devil team, and a team of people and horses behind them, coming with a fierce momentum, and the distance was only 100 meters. "Don't be afraid, we're at the bottom of the mountain!" A villager shouted. "Guys, let's take another road into the mountain and lure away the devil!" Liang Wenzhen proposed. "Great idea!" Each agrees.

The mountain road is rugged, but it is a pity that the Japanese devils are chasing after them, but fortunately, all the villagers are accustomed to walking on mountain roads, Liang Wenzhen Xu Fan has eaten, his physical strength has recovered, he has used kung fu, his actions are agile, and he is also relaxed. "Big brother, just rest for a while." One of the villagers, who was visibly weaker, proposed. "The devil is still touching the mountain, it doesn't matter." A man said. "Okay, rest." Liang Wenzhen agreed. Everyone sat down in a secluded place to cool off.

"Brother Liang, what is written on it?" Xu Fan saw a newspaper, picked it up and handed it over. "Xinhua Daily?!" Liang Wenzhen took it and said in surprise. "What day is the year, month and day written above?" Xu Fan asked again. "On September 11, 1940, the Battle of the Hundred Regiments was victorious. It turns out that this year is 1940! Liang Wenzhen's expression changed greatly. Big brother, you don't even know what year it is, do you? A stout man sat down and said.

"I only know that this year is the 29th year of the Republic of China, but I haven't paid attention to the Gregorian calendar!" Liang Wenzhen smiled and said. "Brother Liang, 1940 was a few years of Xuanhe?" Xu Fan asked. "I can't figure it out, and I don't have to." Liang Wenzhen said. And after they had rested, they went on their way again. "Eight Grids, Eight-Way Damn It." There was a shouting and scolding of Japanese devils from the bottom of the mountain. "What is this place with mountains?" Liang Wenzhen asked the man beside him. "Taihang Mountain, the eldest brother looks like a cadre sent from Shanghai!" The man replied.

The sky was getting dark, the screams of the devils were no longer audible, and Liang Wenzhen and the others had turned a few hills, and they were all tired. "Are you the people from the village under the mountain, driven up the mountain by the Japanese devils?" Suddenly, several men in military uniforms appeared in front of him and stopped him. "Eighth Route Army, I've found you!" The villagers were very excited and shouted. Liang Wenzhen looked at it intently, and sure enough, the military hat was no different from the Eighth Route Army on TV. "This is the Eighth Route Army?" Xu Fan's eyes widened and he wondered.

"Let's go, let's eat!" A soldier led the way and took Liang Wenzhen and others to an open field. "The folks have worked hard." A middle-aged man in casual clothes came over to greet him. "Hello Chief!" All the men said. "Chief, are you fighting a hundred regiments battle now?" Liang Wenzhen asked. "Yes, as long as the army and the people are united, and the people of the whole country are united, we will surely defeat the Japanese devils who invaded our country." The chief said in a thick Hunan accent. "Didi, Didi, Didi......" A nearby soldier, wearing headphones, was tapping on a machine.

"Brother Liang, what is that?" Xu Fan asked. "This is a telegraph machine, carrying the news thousands of miles away!" Liang Wenzhen said. "Telegraph?! End of the magic! Xu Fan exclaimed. This little imp hasn't seen a telegraph yet, isn't it strange that the clothes you are wearing are so strange. The chief laughed. Chief, your surname is Peng, and your name is Peng Dehuai? Liang Wenzhen asked. How do you know my name? The chief asked kindly. I've seen you on TV! "Liang Wenzhen said." TV?! This time it was Chief Peng's turn to be puzzled.

Liang Wenzhen Xu Fan fell into the well, but unexpectedly went to 1940 and met General Peng on Taihang Mountain. Liang Wenzhen has a pistol and a bullet in his hand, and when he returns to the Song Dynasty, can he succeed in imitating a pistol. Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.