"They're coming to us, and they don't need anyone's guidance."

In the midst of a flurry of panicked footsteps, the shout of "Double-Piped" Edrio was heard in the distance: "Master White! Jean Ersor! You're here for Jeda! ”

A large group of members of the Suo Guerrera guerrillas rushed into the square from all directions and greeted Wang Yonghao warmly.

It's just that Wang Yonghao hasn't seen this movie and doesn't know the original plot, otherwise he will definitely feel that his existence has brought a huge treatment gap to this Rogue team.

Because in the original plot, Captain Cassian shot and killed the partisans who were about to throw bombs at the tank in order to save the heroine next to the imperial tank.

So, after Chiru fights a group of Imperial Stormtroopers at the end, their Rogue Squad is captured alive by the Guerrillas of Saul Guerrera and thrown into a guerrilla prison.

And because of the appearance of Wang Yonghao, there are really a lot of things that have changed.

Jean Urso didn't cut ties with Suo Guerrera, not to mention, he went from an ordinary person to a Jedi; Chiru has also changed from being a Force Sensitive to a Force user.

The main point is that when the "Yongyi" Star Destroyer was evacuated because Jada City was about to be attacked by the Death Star, Wang Yonghao and his party were invited except for Captain Cassian, the alliance intelligence officer, who was covered with his head covered.

Chiru Yingwei followed behind Wang Yonghao with a disciple salute, while Baez Mabiaos held his own weapon of destruction and Qilu's light crossbow.

This is a traditional weapon of the Will Guard, made after the monks have completed the seven-stage cultivation, marking the perfect realization of bodily functions.

Don't underestimate it because of its name, the Crossbow, which is more powerful than the Imperial Stormtroopers' heavy rifles and most standard blasters.

On the contrary, these two productions of the lightsaber gave Wang Yonghao a further understanding of the [Phase Sword], and he could basically determine that the [Phase Sword] was much stronger than the [Lightsaber].

[Phase Sword] is a phase weapon, to put it bluntly, it is an antimatter weapon, much more powerful than a laser weapon, if it is not limited by the rated output of the [Ruby] that provides energy, destroying a building in an instant is the same thing.

The huge Imperial Star Destroyer "Bravery", which completely obscured the sky over Jada City, suddenly started, and put an engine thruster to spew out a blazing blue light.

All the Imperial ships departed, attracting the attention of everyone in the Jetta, who wondered how the ships could leave at this time.

Of course, Wang Yonghao, who didn't know much about the plot, also felt something wrong when he saw the departure of the Star Destroyer [Yongyi].

In particular, his [prey intuition] felt a huge pressure for no reason, and this pressure did not disperse, and there was no clear direction.

All of this seemed to foreshadow a great catastrophe to come, which made him somewhat calm.

By this time they had moved away from Jada City, walking on the dirt road to Sol Guerrera's lair.

Looking at the yellow sky around him, Wang Yonghao only saw decay, withering and lifelessness, which made him feel even more inappropriate.

Everything seemed to indicate an attack to come, which left him restless and clueless.

However, as he walked, he suddenly remembered two sentences from the text part of the opening part of the movie New Hope: "

[I'm a little too tired today, let's see if I can change it at night? ] If you can't change it, change it tomorrow morning, and you have to send an anti-theft]

Not long before the time for afternoon tea, there was a deafening doorbell from the front door, and he just remembered! He frantically boiled the water, prepared another teacup and saucer and a few pieces of cake, and ran to the door as fast as he could.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" He was about to say this, only to find that it wasn't Gandalf in front of him. The other is a dwarf with a bluebeard tucked into his belt, he wears a dark green hat and has very bright eyes. As soon as the door opened, he burst in, as if his master were his good brother.

He found the nearest coat rack with the hooded cloak attached to it and hung it up, and said, "Dvalin is at his disposal!" He said with a deep bow.

"Bilbo Baggins is at your disposal!" The hobbits were surprised to forget what question to ask. When the ensuing silence became awkward, he added, "I was about to have tea, please come and use it with me." "Maybe it's a little blunt, but he really is sincere; And what would you do if a dwarf came into your house uninvited and didn't have a word of explanation?

They had not been seated at the table for a long time, and in fact, they had just eaten the third cake when the doorbell rang again, louder than the previous one.

"I'll quit first!" The hobbit rushed to the door again.

"You're finally here!" He was going to say this to Gandalf, but it wasn't Gandalf who appeared in front of him. The other was a very old-looking dwarf, with a white beard and a red hat; In the same way, he jumped in as soon as the door opened, as if he had received an invitation eight hundred years earlier.

"Everybody's starting to report in!" He said this when he saw Dwalin's coat and hat hanging from the shelf. He also hung his red hat next to him: "Bahrain is at your disposal!" He said with his hands on his chest.

"Thank you!" Bilbo was taken aback, he shouldn't have said that, according to the courtesy, but the phrase "everyone is starting to report" made him confused. He likes visitors, but he prefers arranged guests, and prefers to invite them personally. He suddenly had a foreboding feeling that there might not be enough cake. As a host, he has a ritual that must be observed no matter how painful it is: he must first invite the guest to eat, and he may not be able to eat it himself.

"Come in, let's have tea first!" After taking a deep breath, he finally reluctantly spoke.

"Kind sir, if you don't bother, it would be better to have some beer!" The white-bearded Barin said, "If you have some seed cakes, sir, I don't mind." ”

"Of course, of course, I have a lot of them!" Bilbo was surprised to find himself answering like that, and his feet were so busy with themselves. He went to the cellar to fill a large jug of beer, and then went to the dining room to get two fragrant round seed cakes that he had freshly baked in the afternoon to serve as a snack after dinner.

When he returned, Barin and Devalin were already talking like old friends (in fact, they were brothers). Bilbo had just put the beer and cake on the table, and the doorbell rang loudly again, and twice in a row!

"This time it has to be Gandalf!" He had a guess as he ran down the hallway panting, but this time it wasn't. Two more dwarves came, both wearing blue hoods, silver belts, yellow beards, and carrying a bag of tools and a shovel. As soon as the door opened, they rushed in honestly and unceremoniously, but this time it didn't frighten Bilbo.

"Dear dwarves, is there anything I can do to help?" He said.

"Chili is at your disposal!" One of them said. "And Filip, too!" Another added. Both quickly took off their hats and bowed deeply.

"I'm waiting for you and your family!" Bilbo finally answered them this time.

"It turns out that Dwalin and Bahrain have already arrived first," said Chili, "let's have fun together!" ”

"Looney Joy!" Mr. Baggins thought to himself, "That doesn't sound good, I'll have to sit down and have a cup of tea and think about what to do." He hid in the corner and took a sip, while the other four dwarves sat at the table heroically, talking and laughing loudly about the mines, the gold and the troubles of the orcs, the raids of the dragons, and many other things he did not know and did not want to hear about, because they all sounded too adventurous. At this moment, his doorbell rang again, as if some naughty hobby child was trying to rip it off with all his might.

"Someone is coming again!" He said with a wink.

"From that sound, I guess there were four men," said Fili, "and, before we came, I saw them following me." ”

The poor hobbit sat in the drawing-room, head in his hands, not knowing what was going on, or whether the wicked would stay for dinner. Then, the doorbell was so loud and loud that he had to run to open the door with all his might. After opening the door, he realized that it was not four people at all, but five people! While he was in a daze in the drawing-room, another dwarf came up; No sooner had he turned the doorknob than all the people rushed in, bowing and saying, "Wait for your dispatch!" They were Dori, Nori, Ori, Oyin, and Groin, and soon two purple hats, a gray hat, a brown hat, and a white hat were hung on a coat rack, and the dwarves swaggered into their companions with their big hands in their belts of gold or silver. These people do seem to have the strength of Le Yile. Some people want to drink ale, some want to drink dark beer, and some want to drink coffee, but everyone has to eat cake. Therefore, this hard-working hobbit has been busy for a long time.

A large pot of coffee was boiling on the stove, the seed cakes were all killed, and the dwarves were attacking the creamed wheat cakes, when there was a loud knock at the door. This time it wasn't the doorbell, but the sound of the hobit banging on the beautiful green door of the hobbit – someone banging on the door with a stick!

Bilbo rushed down the hallway in a rage, his head in a state of confusion and unable to figure out anything, it had been the most chaotic Wednesday of his life. He slammed the door, and all the people outside fell in, one by one to the floor.

The twelve dwarves (not counting Thorin, who was too high in status and had to keep talking to Gandalf) immediately bounced up and piled everything high. Without waiting for the tray, they immediately carried the mountain of cutlery with one hand, and there was a bottle on it. Bilbo panicked and inexplicably followed behind, nervously yelling, "Please be careful! "Please, don't bother! I'll just do it myself! But the dwarf tore open his throat as usual, and sang:

Break the cup, break the plate!

Sharpen blunt knives and bend forks!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates the most

Break the bottle and burn the stopper!

Shred the tablecloth and throw the cream!

And poured the milk on the floor!

Bones left on the carpet in the bedroom!

Pour wine on every door panel!

All of these were thrown into the cauldron of boiling soup;

Beat the air violently with a stick,

If there is still a complete container after getting it,

Just roll them out into the living room!

Bilbo Baggins hates this the most!

We have to be careful! Take these plates carefully!

Of course, they didn't do anything as terrible as the lyrics, everything was cleaned up and put in the cupboard as fast as lightning fast. The hobbits were in the kitchen, desperate to see what they were doing. Then the group walked back, and they saw Thorin with his feet crossed on the table, smoking his pipe. The smoke rings he spit out were even bigger than ever, and no matter where he told them to float, they were obedient. These smoke rings would burrow into chimneys, hide in the clock on the fireplace, dance around the ceiling; However, no matter where these smoke rings drifted, they could not escape Gandalf's aiming. Burst! He would puff out smaller rings of smoke from his clay pipe, passing through each of Thorin's rings, and then Gandalf's rings would turn green and float back to the wizard's head. There were already many smoke rings floating on his head by this time, and in the faint light it seemed to have a mysterious temperament. Bilbo looked at the scene with his mouth wide open, for he liked smoke rings the most; Then, he remembered his axe yesterday, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Let's have some music!" Thorin said, "Get out your instruments!" ”

Chili and Filip immediately ran to their backpacks and retrieved two violins, while Dori, Norri, and Ori pulled the flutes out of their clothes, Pomber conjured a drum from the living room, and Beaver and Beaufer went out and retrieved a couple of recorders from where their canes had been placed. Dwalin and Bahrain said, "Sorry, we left the instrument at the door!" "Bring mine in," Sorin said. They brought back a six-stringed instrument as tall as their own, and Thorin's harp was wrapped in cloth. It was a beautiful golden harp, and with a pluck of the strings, the sweet music flowed out at once, making Bilbo forget all the troubles around him, and drift away into the distant dark land, looking at the strange moonlight in the sky, far away from the nearby rivers and hills.

"Sorry to disturb you," he said, "I hope I haven't disturbed your discussion." I don't want to pretend to know what you're talking about, or why you're mentioning the Snitch, but I think at least one thing was right – (that's when his self-esteem flares up) you think I'm not good enough, I'll let you know; I don't have it on my door.

210 (To be continued)[.]