Huzi sometimes feels that in addition to living a little poor and burying a little, the ugly child is a really comfortable character, and what he wants to do is completely up to his own temperament. Cast his magical powers and called a little fairy to help spread the word, but he was just looking for Huzi to drink two bowls of pimple soup, where is this reasonable?

On the way back, the more Huzi thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt, and he felt that it was ridiculous, but things should be like this. This is ugly, isn't she such a temper?

One more street is the Drum Tower. Huzi thought to himself, anyway, if he came to the city, it was better to go to the Drum Tower to take a look. I also promised the Chen class master before, and I often come to see if I have something to do, which can be regarded as a thought for others.

But I didn't think about it, just after crossing the street, I heard the sound of the gong "boring boring boring". Huzi was stunned when he heard this, and felt so strange. Officials went out on patrol, civil officials sounded gongs, and military attaches lit cannons, but there was no such knocking.

It's about to go out in this New Year, it's not a lantern festival, and you can't set up a stall here. Because this is the main entrance of the Drum Tower, and you are also an artist, what is the matter with you setting up a stall at the door of someone else's façade? Walking? Fighting? Pumping someone's mouth? People who can do this kind of thing have to have a lack of morality in their bones. Who has the courage to leave the ground at the door of the Drum Tower? Huzi looked fixedly, but he was even more puzzled.

The one who struck the gong, dry and thin, I don't know or see it, it's a gang in short clothes, and he looks like he's about forty years old. There is no one else, let alone a musical instrument, he is alone, and the gong is beating happily here.

Not only the tiger is curious, but also the passers-by. "What's going on?" "Where did this come from?" "I haven't seen it." "I don't know." The people who gathered all inquired around, and it was very lively for a while.

Some people see the excitement, and naturally some people are unhappy. Now is the time for the second chamber performance of the Drum Tower, someone is beating the gong outside, and the young man sitting at the box office is not happy, and comes out to drive people: "What are you doing?" What for? Is this where you left the ground? Don't knock on the gong! Say what about you! ”

The gong player heard someone shouting at him, turned his head and glanced at the young man, and said with a smile: "Do you know what I do, you just stop it?" ”

"What do I care about you?" The young man was also a grumpy, his eyes widened, and he rolled up his sleeves, "Do you know what this place is?" The Drum Tower, the golden signboard of Changtu Mansion and even Fengtian Province. Why are you trying to smash our signboard here? Come on, come on, you draw a line, compare with the bosses in our garden. ”

"It's almost time for the people to come......" the gong knob turned his back and looked the young man up and down, "and I said." I can't compare with the bosses in your garden, but I also told you, if you offend me, no matter how good the boss in your garden is, you can't eat and walk around. ”

"It's still not small." The young man laughed, "Come, report the way, I'll see how you make us can't eat and walk around." ”

The gong struck the gong and raised his hands and made a fist clenching gesture on the side of his head: "I work for the Imperial Japanese Army, can you afford to provoke it?" ”

When the young man heard this, he was so frightened that he took a step back, and he didn't dare to speak. The onlookers around listened to what the gong struck said, and they all stopped, and some of them didn't want to get into trouble, so they turned around and wanted to leave. When he struck the gong, he stared at him, pinched his waist and scolded: "Don't go!" If one is counted as one, whoever leaves has the intention to rebel against the imperial army. ”

It's good now, those who want to leave don't dare to move now, so they can only stand in place, waiting for the gong player to say something.

"Listen up, y'all." The gong cleared his throat, pulled his neck and said, "The meaning of the imperial army, here, there is something to announce." Because it was a temporary decision, I didn't have time to put up a notice, so I had to come here first and gather the crowd to convey the meaning of the imperial army. Rest assured, the Imperial Army will not let you wait too long, and the Imperial Army will arrive soon. ”

What a slave, Hu Zixin said, where did such a dog leg? When Lao Maozi was troubled, there was a Zhang Daxian who followed the Russians in front of the saddle and behind the horse, and now the Japanese are making trouble, how did such a thing come out?

Anyway, this gong is still accurate, but it really didn't make them wait long. It took only half a cup of tea before a car came. This car is not Yuya Watanabe's car, but a prisoner cart pulled by a donkey. The driver of the car looks like a cell boss. There were three or two Japanese people in the head of the prisoner's car, and the Japanese Huzi at the head knew that it was the translator. The prisoner cart was followed by both Japanese and New Army, all with guns on their backs. Inside the prison car were two Chinese with braided hair. The two men were each cowered in a corner of the prisoner's cart, their hands and feet bound by hemp rope, and their heads were deeply immersed in the depths of their faces, and they could not see their faces clearly.

When the car was approaching the crowd, the cell boss unlocked the prisoner cart, and four Japanese soldiers stepped forward to drag the two out of the prisoner cart and dragged them all the way to the proper room in the Drum Tower Square.

The one who struck the gong had let go before, and no one was allowed to leave, and if he left, he would be considered a rebellion against the Japanese army. But no one wants to leave when there is a lively view, even those who were originally watching the play in the Drum Tower came out to see this at this time. After all, you can watch the play at any time, and if you miss it, you can't get it back.

The two prisoners knelt down, and the gong struck stepped aside. The devil soldiers and the new army who came with the prisoner cart pushed the onlookers and made an open space in the middle. The interpreter paced around the two men, speaking in a stiff Chinese, and shouted around: "These two people are the spies captured by our Imperial Japanese Army. After our overnight interrogation, they had confessed that they were spies sent by the Russians. ”

As soon as he said this, the people around him talked about it. The interpreter was not in a hurry, and did not speak again until the voices in the crowd became quieter: "Originally, the government of your Great Qing Kingdom has already announced that it is neutral and will not participate in the war between us and Russia, and Japan has also agreed to this statement. It is also very happy to see that the Qing Dynasty is neutral to us. According to the previous agreement, we, the Imperial Japanese Army, should not do anything to your people. But! We absolutely cannot tolerate the presence of rioters who intend to throw themselves into Russia in a state of war, or to attack the Imperial Army. Today, we have temporarily decided to execute them here, both as a punishment for their actions and as a warning to you, that you will learn from this and understand what you should and should not do. ”

Huzi's heart fluttered when he heard this. Changchang Tufu is still some distance from the front line, how can it be mixed with Lao Maozi's spies? Nine times out of ten, these two are not spies for the Russians, but the people of the regiment.

"Lift up your heads and let them see your faces!" The interpreter took out a handkerchief and put it in his hand, grabbed one of the men's braids, and pulled it back with force, pulling his head up. Seeing this person's appearance, many people exclaimed in surprise - it was too miserable.

The man looked sixteen or seventeen, with a crooked chin. It's not like this, it's obvious that people have discounted the jaw bones and can't close their mouths. That's it, the mouth is a blur of flesh and blood, not a single tooth can be seen, and the tongue is gone.

"Did you see that?" The interpreter grabbed his braid and tugged hard around the man. was dragged into braids, and could only move his knees with difficulty with his strength and go around in a circle. This ensures that people in every direction can see the face of the person kneeling on the ground.

As soon as the interpreter let go, the man's head hung limply again. Then he carefully pinched the edge of the handkerchief with the middle finger and thumb of his left hand, spread it in the palm of his right hand, and then grabbed the other man's braid again, and lifted it upwards as he could.

This one is much better than the previous one, although it has a blue nose and swollen face, it can still make a sound. It's just that the voice is not loud, and there is some breathless movement: "I...... I've been wronged...... Wronged, big man......"

"Huh? What did you say? The interpreter leaned his ear over, "Be louder so that everyone can hear you." ”

The man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he really shouted: "I have wronged ......"

This voice is terrible, Huzi can hear who this is. I haven't seen it for a long time, but this appearance has really changed a lot. After listening to this voice first, Huzi carefully distinguished the person's eyebrows and eyes before he recognized it. It's changed so much. was originally quite rich, but now he is as thin as a big horse monkey, and the two mustaches on his face are gone, and the stubble is all over his face.

Who is this man? It was Zhang Daxian who disappeared after he dispersed the hall!

Zhang Daxian really offended Huzi at the beginning. Just because I know that Huzi is a ghost adult, it is very beneficial to Qingfeng cultivation. He connected with the immortal family at the entrance of his own hall to take Huzi's life, and he didn't remember that Huzi had a life-saving grace for them at the beginning.

After being broken up, Zhang Daxian returned to Changtu Mansion because he was afraid of meeting Huzi again. This is a great enmity of life and death, and this one can't be turned over anyway. Huzi has also found traces of Zhang Daxian, but if you disperse the hall, you are not considered a person in your circle, unlike when you led the hall, the fairy family had a lot of relationships. He doesn't show his head, and finding him is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Huzi originally thought that Zhang Daxian would never come back in his life. Unexpectedly, not only did he come back, but he was also used as a spy for the Russians and was caught by the Japanese. Looking at this prisoner's car, it may even have passed through the hall at the Yamen.

"We are the Imperial Army of Japan, and we will never wronged anyone." The translator pulled Zhang Daxian's braid vigorously and stepped on his shoulder, "You said that you were wronged, but you were just quibbling." The evidence is there, and you even translated for the Russians. ”

"I didn't, I wasn't, fake...... I really don't, sir. Zhang Daxian was already incoherent, "You raise your noble hand and treat me as a fart, just let me go, I really don't, I'm not ......"

"No more." The interpreter took out his pistol and put it on the back of Zhang Daxian'er's head. Zhang Daxian, who was originally muttering, suddenly lost his words, only a heavy gasp was left, which made people feel that he was still hot.

"You have, you are." As soon as the translator's voice fell, a gunshot rang out! He pulled the trigger, and a Japanese soldier next to him shot at another tied up.

Huzi stood at the front of the crowd of onlookers, facing the two people kneeling on the ground, and Zhang Daxian's blood even splashed on his face. The red and white dripped, as if they had knocked over two pots of tofu brains splashed with chili oil. The onlookers around, like Huzi, watched so quietly, not daring to move, not daring to shout.

"This is the end of collaborating with the enemy." The interpreter took a pose as he spoke.

A flash of light, a puff of white smoke, this scene was recorded by the photographer who was guarding the sidelines.

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