The duties of the eight rescued people were different. For example, Fu Fengjun used his identity to travel between Changsha and Shanghai to conduct confidential communications. There are those who edit mimeographed documents, those who lead the women's movement, and those who lead the workers.

But now the organization has been destroyed, and the Dharma field has been robbed again. As long as Chairman Cheng Qiancheng's skull is not damaged, he will inevitably be searched and raided everywhere.

Eight people had to take shelter from the limelight for a while.

Zhou Qingfeng is unfamiliar with life, and he is more blind than others. Of the seventy kilograms of materiel, only half of the weapons were used, and there was not much ammunition. The other half was eating and drinking, which he had thought would be enough to eat for a week, but now there were nine of them.

If you save supplies, you can eat for two or three days at most, and the nine of them must quickly find a place to stay.

Before going on the road, Zhou Qingfeng had to do some training for eight people. He picked up a lot of discarded guns and ammunition in the city, totaling about a dozen. Some of the firearms were destroyed in the battle, and he also picked them up.

"Does anyone know how to play with guns?"

Ma Ying raised his hand.

Zhou Qingfeng seized a 'Browning M1900', commonly known as a 'gun brand', from the body of the pseudo-director. There wasn't a lot of ammo, but the gun was good.

The shot was given to Ma Ying.

Zhou Qingfeng was not at ease and asked Ma Ying to shoot him a few times. Ma Ying was reluctant to use ammunition at first, but still fired a few rounds at the stones that had been placed ten meters away.

After shooting, Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "As soon as you use this trigger, the muzzle of the gun will be crooked in the direction of your finger, and the bullet will fall several meters away, so it's strange that you can hit the target." You can only hear the sound to scare people when you shoot. ”

He took a few more people to test, and it turned out that the revolutionaries didn't know how to use guns at all. In terms of will, they are all strong; On combat, they are all weak scholars.

In addition, the seized guns were of poor quality, many of them were rotten goods from the Beiyang period, the rifling was smoothed, and there was a lot of stink in the ammunition. But even the stinky can't be lost. Pick it out, and you have to reload it if you have the chance.

Think of the hundreds of bullets that have been knocked out in the robbery field, and the furious firepower and the random discarding of bullet casings are an absolute luxury.

"You can't do this, the guns are all in your hands. I saved you this time, but the next time the enemy comes, you will still be captured. ”

Zhou Qingfeng said that a few people were red-faced.

"I'll get more ammunition when I get a chance, and you'll have to learn how to arm yourselves."

Everyone squeezed again, and Zhou Qingfeng drove on the road. Qingtai is a small town, from Changsha County in the past, there were only farm dirt roads, potholes, uneven heights.

It was noon in the robbery field, and it was already afternoon when Zhou Qingfeng arrived in Changsha County. Fortunately, there is a car, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to escape far on two legs.

But soon it was dark, and the road was very rotten. The distance of driving to Qingtaidu can only be called moving slowly, and the speed of the car is ten kilometers.

Annoying is that it is difficult to recognize the way at night. The stolen Model T was still an early model, not only were the wheels wooden, but the lights were not electric lights, but acetylene lamps.

This is maddening. Driving at night still depends on Uncle Zhou's eyes - fortunately, the dark vision of the perfect body is still there.

It is also difficult to see the road, because everyone only knows that Qingtai is in the north of Changsha County, and the specific one has to rely on the compass brought by Zhou Qingfeng to estimate the direction and drive over.

If he really couldn't find the way, Zhou Qingfeng had to use a flashlight to go to the villages along the way to find someone to ask.

The villagers in these years were extremely wary of outsiders, and either did not let Zhou Qingfeng enter the village, or they still entered the village and knocked on the door - because there were bandits at night.

Even if you finally find the villager, you have to pray that he speaks in a clear and orderly manner, and does not point to directions and roads.

Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that he could arrive before dark, but in fact, he could only pick a random village and forcibly break in, arrest the village security chief, and stay at the security chief's house for the night.

All eight were exhausted and in dire need of rest.

Before going on the road the next day, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to ask Ma Ying and the others if they had studied a report on "Investigation of the Peasant Movement". But he didn't dare to speak, and only asked eight people to go to the village to investigate whether the chief was good or bad.

"Think of it as a social practice."

Before resting last night, Zhou Qingfeng chatted with Ma Ying and the others, and found that these guys didn't know how to fight, and their ability to rebel was not as strong as that of him, the lord of the earth bun in the other world.

The 'dragon slaying' printed in middle school textbooks decades later has not yet spread in these years, let alone been widely accepted.

Ma Ying and others are intellectuals with excellent learning, but they are too young to be grounded.

Zhou Qingfeng, whether in image or conversation, is not a poor person at first glance. They are willing to talk to them. But are the villagers in the village in tattered clothes, with sad faces and cowering......

"You can't ask me to teach these things, right?" Zhou Qingfeng was furious, but he could only lead eight people to form a research and study group and knock on the doors of villagers door to door.

Say hello, set closely, pile up smiling faces, ask how many people in the family are, ask how many acres of land they rent, whether they raise cattle and pigs, how much grain they eat a year, how much grain they pay, how much labor they pay, and how much they pay taxes.

It stands to reason that Uncle Zhou robbed the law field, how far should he escape, and decided to go to Qingtaidu, so hurry up. However, he was a good teacher in an unknown village, teaching several revolutionary parties how to conduct research.

The village is not large, with only a few dozen households, a population of more than 200, and general poverty. There are not many people who are disabled and seriously ill, because they die quickly. Most adults are in their twenties, and only one of them can live past forty.

The whole day went by like that......

Before dark, the children of the village hurried back and shouted, "There are so many people from the Qingxiang group!" ”

There were hundreds of people at the entrance of the village, dressed in mixed colors, and reunited like wasps, and at first glance it was impossible to find who was the leader. The villagers panicked, and all the houses closed their doors and windows, and all hid.

The Qingxiang group probably came looking for traces of ruts, and they were violent, but they were equipped with some unsightly machetes and shuttles, and they didn't see a single gun.

Bailai people entered the village from three sides, chattering endlessly, and surrounded Zhou Qingfeng and others.

At this time, a guy wearing cotton clothes finally came out, and he didn't look like a rich man, but he shouted loudly: "Chairman Cheng has an order, catch the bandits who robbed the law field, and reward a hundred oceans." ”

Zhou Qingfeng is tall and strong, and he is clearly the leader of the bandits. When he heard the reward, he was furious: "This is looking down on people." Lao Tzu is only worth a hundred oceans? ”

Boom......

The skull of the cotton cloth was knocked away, blood was splashed, and the corpse fell to the ground.

"Considering the purchasing power of Dayang and the financial situation of the Guo Party now, even if my Zhou Qingfeng's head is not worth 100,000 oceans, it must be worth 10,000 oceans."

Uncle Zhou was furious.

"It's humiliating me. Go back and talk to your Chairman Cheng, he hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet. A hundred oceans is too low. If you want to deal with a dangerous person like me, you have to pay more! ”

The Bailai people of the Qingxiang Regiment originally howled like jackals and hungry tigers, but after the gunshot, they immediately turned into defeated dogs and fled with their tails between their legs.

When the gunshots rang out, the villagers were screaming in fright behind the crack in the door. Ma Ying and the others were stunned, although they knew that this Zhou Qingfeng should be able to do it, but they didn't expect it to be done so quickly and so funny.