"Grandpa," Cha Mu had been listening to us on the side, and suddenly interjected, "Don't worry about what people have decided by themselves." Let them go, it's a big deal I'll show them the way, you put a hundred and twenty hearts! ”

The old wood stretched out his hand and patted Cha Mu's head fiercely: "Donkey calf, I have been wild outside for a few years, but I have learned to call my grandfather." You juniors, one by one, don't like to listen to the lessons of the old man. In the end, I suffered a loss, and I was not the only one who felt distressed as a grandfather. I don't care if they love to go or not. As for you, don't even think about it. ”

Cha Mu was drunk by the old wood, and he immediately felt aggrieved. I didn't dare to speak up against the old man, so I had to hold me in a hurry and ask me to intercede for him. I said that we understand your kindness, but we are looking for someone, not fighting. More people don't necessarily work. Just have one to lead the way, you finally go back home, and it is the right thing to be honest and filial to your grandfather.

Cha Mu argued with me a few more words, and finally was persuaded to stop. However, he volunteered to pave the way for us and find out what was going on in the village. Secretary Jiang hurriedly nodded and said, "It's necessary, it's necessary." Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles. The group of dogs who ran to the Tusi house will definitely not give up, and may have searched for people in the village. In my opinion, let's not wait for dark, while the gate is not sealed now, it is important to run. ”

I discussed it with Four Eyes, and we both felt that this place was not suitable for a long time, and we should leave immediately to Fuxian Lake to find Shirley Yang's whereabouts. When the old man heard that we were leaving, he opened a side room without hurrying. I looked, good fellow, and the house was full of iron lumps of firearms.

"Hehehehe, these are the things left over from the local tyrants, in addition to hunting on weekdays, I can touch two guns. You don't know how much trouble you're going to have to get there. Choose what you like and take it, and I'll give it to you as an old wood! ”

I saw that the old wood was even dragged out of the housekeeping goods at the bottom of the box, and I hurriedly thanked him. Secretary Jiang was not polite, he picked one for each of the long guns and short guns, and poured a box of bullets. I looked at most of the pre-liberation guys, and although they have been maintained for a long time, some of them are really troublesome to use semi-automatically. We carry guns just to beware of jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains and to give ourselves a sense of security. If you really fight with the militia, you have no chance of winning with these equipment alone.

With the help of old wood, we also drew a more detailed map. Secretary Jiang said at a glance, the road that Lao Mu pointed out to us was more economical than the big road he knew, and if the foot was fast, he could reach the Fuxian Lake area before dark.

We packed up our backpacks, unloaded the useless things, and temporarily stored them in the old wood, and the old man specially replaced us with a newly bought flashlight. At present, Qiē has been prepared, just waiting for Chamu to come back and report on the situation in the village.

We waited for about half an hour in the bamboo building of the old wooden house, and we never waited for Chamu. Four-eyed is cautious, he asks if something will go wrong, and Chamu asks someone to find out. I said that Chamu is a local, and our identity has not been revealed, so what are the militia doing with his half-year-old child? Halfway through his words, he heard the sound of "banging" at the gate. Secretary Jiang was startled, and the whole person almost jumped. The old wooden man "shh ”

"Open the door, open the door. Is the surname Jiang in it? The voice shouted several times and began to slam the door again. The planks on the bamboo floor were knocked by him and almost exploded.

"You guys get out, back door, back door!" The old wood waved at us while holding against the door, and Secretary Jiang picked up the things without saying a word and ran towards the back of the bamboo building. I know that in this situation, I can only run, and if I am caught, it will definitely affect the old wooden family and walk around. Four eyes glanced at me: "If you stay in the green mountains, you are not afraid of no firewood, the fat man taught me, this is called escape, calling, called strategic transfer." I was so made laughing and crying by him that I picked up my luggage in one hand and a spear in the other, and rolled out of the back window with four eyes. As soon as I landed, I heard an "ouch" sound, and when I looked at it, it was a young man dressed as a Miao person. He wears an armband and carries a shotgun on his back, and he opens his mouth to shout when he sees us. I thought to myself, this kid is a sentry of the militia, and I was about to take him, when I saw a black shadow burst out of the grass, and with a "bang", the Miao man fell to the ground.

"Look at you, you're young, and you don't move at all." Secretary Jiang turned his hat back, then pointed to the person on the ground and said, "If I hadn't moved quickly, we would have been exposed." "I was afraid that his voice would be too loud and attract pursuers, so I had to push him into the grass while praising him as a good pacesetter with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique and beauty, and a model for the national secretary.

The bamboo building of the old wooden house is on the edge of the Yuemiao Village, and it is about four or five hundred meters away from the bunker wall on the wall. It was noon, the sun was shining, and it was easier for us to expose the target when we walked through the grass, but at the moment there were pursuers everywhere in the village, and I didn't care if I would be seen by the militia on the watchtower, so I dragged the two of them all the way along the route pointed out in advance to the old wood. The old wood said that there was a hole under the wall for the flooding. He had made a fence for the floodport, which was the most vulnerable link in the whole bunker, and if the wooden fence was removed, it could be drilled out. He did the work himself, and no one knew the location of the flood outlet better than him. We followed the road map he had drawn through the grass to the wall, and soon found a moss-covered hole. The three of us were attached to the wall, and above our heads was the watchhead of the watchtower. At this time, as long as someone bows their head down, we will be exposed immediately. I asked Siyan and Secretary Jiang to flash to the side first, put the camouflage bag on my head, and then squatted down to check the entrance of the cave, and after tearing off the weeds and moss, I saw a half-meter-high wooden fence. The other end of the fence was black and swarthy, emitting a stench of sewers, which was supposed to be the flood outlet of the old wood who was in charge of overseer. I wrinkled my nose, reached out and weighed it, grabbed the ends of the fence and tugged at it for a while, not wanting the thing to move. I really don't know whether to praise the old man for his good workmanship or scold him for ruining our plans.

"What's going on?" Secretary Jiang leaned over to me while looking around. He glanced at the black and swarthy hole, scratched his head and said, "Old wood, this is going to kill us, you see how strong this wooden pile is, how can it be pried open by manpower alone." ”

I said that since people pointed out this way, there must be a trick to it. It's a pity that the group of people chased too fiercely, and the old wood didn't have time to explain.