With Wang Xu's insistence, Uncle Zhong no longer shirked, and the three of them went towards the restaurant.

The county seat of Ping'an County is not big, and it doesn't look rich, but the restaurants inside are not bad.

The three-storey small wooden building, leaning on the main road out of the city, is the city gate 500 meters away, and even the devil soldiers smoking on the city wall can be seen clearly here.

When Wang Xu and the others went upstairs, in the hall on the second floor, there was a storyteller who was talking about storytelling.

A few people stopped to listen, and only listened to the gentleman's speech: "Guan Yu squinted his eyes, held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, straddled the Red Rabbit BMW, and the beautiful beard floated with the wind, and went straight to the battlefield, shouting, a certain family does not kill the unknown general, and will be famous."

The general on the opposite side did not show weakness, holding a four-pronged golden sword, angrily rushing to the crown, and shouted: A certain family, Qin Qiong is also! ”

"Qin Qiong, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

As soon as he heard that his name would be Qin Qiong, Wang Youfu was stunned for a moment, grabbed the guy who led the way, and asked, "Can Qin Qiong fight with Guan Yu?" ”

"Yes, why can't you, this commentary is called Guan Gong vs. Qin Qiong." The guy led the way for Wang Xu and the others, and said as he walked: "Handsome Han Fuyu, find someone to sing on your birthday, and start playing Guan Gong's play." Guan Gong is amazing, the warlord Han is unhappy, Guan Gong is from Shanxi, who is in charge of Shanxi? It belongs to Yan Laoxi, and Han Dashuai is in charge of Shandong.

He thought for a moment: I am competing with Yan Laoxi, how can I let the Shanxi people be majestic in my family, this is not good. So he gave an order, isn't there a good man Qin Qiong in Shandong? Let Qin Qiong fight with Guan Gong, let others see how powerful our Shandong people are, and then this drama will be there. ”

After the guy said this, he took Wang Xu and a few people to a position by the window, and began to pour tea and water.

Wang Youfu is not highly educated, he is a warrior monk who can't read big characters, and he still has a circled expression on his face.

Wang Xu shook his head secretly, if he took a picture of Wang Youfu's appearance and posted it on the Internet, it would immediately become a hot-selling emoji. Maybe it can be matched, and there is such an operation, scared the baby to death, I read less, don't lie to me, a kind of text pattern.

"Hey, come back to your senses!"

Old Uncle Zhong took the teacup, stuffed it into his hand, revealing an expression of a person who came over, and said: "These storytellers and scripts are all blindly written, and if you are serious with them, you will lose!" ”

"Old Uncle Zhong, do you still understand this?" Wang Youfu is a warrior monk, he doesn't know a few big characters, and he respects people with literary talents.

Old Uncle Zhong picked up the cigarette pouch and pot, lit it with a match, took two puffs, and said, "What's the matter, I was a guy in a restaurant back then, and I also worked with the storyteller about the script." Their routine is, no matter how foreshadowing, no matter digging pits, no matter what plot is not plot, they are all writing blindly, and they are just doing it. ”

The two bodyguards around him were bragging, but Wang Xu didn't follow the praise, and started ordering with the recipe.

The scale of this restaurant is good, and the dishes are quite complete.

Wang Xu considered himself and the tastes of the two bodyguards, flipped through the menu, and said: "Braised lion head, mapo tofu, dry pot dog meat, spicy chicken, seafood fish soup, on the elbow..."

There are many meat dishes and few vegetarian dishes, and in the real society, such a point will definitely be blamed to death.

But here, it was the Republic of China in 1940, and ordinary people couldn't afford to eat, and they didn't see two taels of meat a year.

"Boss Wang, what a waste of money!" The two old bells who were bragging about it, when they heard Wang Xu's order, their saliva was about to flow down.

Wang Xu waved his hand and said indifferently: "If you eat well, you can do well, my safety is in the hands of the two of you, this little coarse tea and light rice is nothing." ”

As soon as Lao Zhong heard this, he hurriedly spoke: "This is coarse tea and light rice, I..."

Before he finished speaking, outside the restaurant, there was the sound of a car's horn.

In these days, cars are a rare thing, and when you hear the movement outside, you know that it is a devil's military vehicle.

Wang Xu raised his hand slightly, stopped the words under the old clock, and looked out the window.

In front of my eyes, seven or eight devils' military vehicles drove from afar, with hundreds of little devils on them, followed by a puppet army of thousands of foot troops.

"What's wrong, thousands of people are dispatched at a time, this is a big move!" The old bell stopped smoking, leaned on the window and craned his neck to look out.

Wang Xu was also observing, and he found that these people were mixed with wounded, apparently just returning from the battle.

"Huh!" When the last military vehicle drove by, Wang Xu suddenly noticed that there was a woman tied to the military vehicle.

He didn't see the woman's appearance clearly, only saw that she was dressed in gray coarse cloth clothes, surrounded by seven or eight guns, as if she were dealing with a felon, a prisoner.

"What's the origin of this woman?" Wang Xu was a little unpredictable, and he couldn't think of what the devil was doing with a big fanfare and escorting a woman back.

Then, before he could continue to think about it, he heard an exclamation from the guest at the table next to him: "Good guy, isn't that woman Yang Xiuqin, yesterday in Zhao Jiayu, the beautiful wine, it is said that she is married to Li Yunlong, the head of the Independent Regiment, how can she be in the hands of the Japanese?" ”

"Yang Xiuqin!" Wang Xu hurriedly looked again, but unfortunately the military vehicle had already gone away.

I didn't see Yang Xiuqin, but in Wang Xu's mind, this plot had already emerged.

Li Yunlong married Yang Xiuqin, but because of the betrayal of the traitor, Yang Jiayu was raided by Yamamoto's special operations team at night, and Yang Xiuqin was also captured by Yamamoto's people.

Because of this, Li Yunlong urgently attacked Ping'an County, and also said a popular word on the Internet...... The second battalion commander, Lao Tzu's Italian artillery.

"What a coincidence, as soon as I came, I caught up with the big scene!" Wang Xu knew this plot and remembered that it was Li Yunlong who won a complete victory, broke the county seat of Ping'an, and annihilated all the defenders of the county.

However, it is not without regrets, on the contrary, it is a tragedy.

At the end of the battle, Yamamoto threatened Yang Xiuqin in order to prevent Li Yunlong from attacking the city.

As a result, Yang Xiuqin and Yamamoto both died under artillery fire, and Lao Li was also heartbroken, and he failed to rescue his daughter-in-law after breaking the county seat.

"Tragedy!" Thinking of the tragedy, Wang Xu couldn't help but secretly think about what he could do.

After thinking about it for a long time, no matter what Wang Xu thought, he couldn't think of anything that could be changed.

If Yamamoto doesn't let go, Lao Li will attack the county seat, and Yang Xiuqin will be taken as a hostage, leaving a scene of jade burning.

Unless Yang Xiuqin is rescued before Li Yunlong attacks the county seat, what should happen will happen, this is a doomed situation.

"Old Zhong, can you rescue a person from the devil's dungeon?" Wang Xu is not a professional, so he can only turn his head to Lao Zhong and ask.

Lao Zhong smiled bitterly, knocked on the cigarette pouch pot in his hand, and whispered: "That's impossible, the devil's dungeon is often in the gendarmerie, unless the attack can't save people at all, it's useless for you to give me a hundred people." ”

Listening to Lao Zhong's words, Wang Xu nodded silently.

This is a real battlefield, 1940 under the smoke of gunpowder, not an anti-Japanese drama.

Like the kind of picture where two or three people can rescue people from the devil's dungeon, there is no such thing in reality.

Even if there is, it has been carefully planned and a large number of people have been dispatched to rescue.

And these conditions are not available to Wang Xu, he doesn't even know where the dungeon is, how to save people, and it's almost the same to send him to death.

"Hey, no, there seems to be a way..."