"You should know your situation," said the devil's translator, "for you, you have nothing but fear, despair, helplessness, and loneliness, so why bother to struggle any more and just tie your hands, lest everyone be tired." ”

"He's on a dead end," the devil officer pulled out his long knife with a thud, pointed at Dazhi with the tip of the knife, and roared frantically, "I can't escape, let's go forward and catch him, I'm going to split him in half!"

Except for the interpreter and the Japanese officer, the other devils were like wolves, roaring angrily and pounced on Dazhi.

How can Dazhi be captured, not only is this not his style, but also his character, for him, even if he ends up being chopped into meat sauce by the devil, he will never disarm and surrender, and he will never beg the devil to raise his noble hand.

"You must give it a go, you must not die here, or become a prisoner of the devil, you must not ......"

Dazhi's eyes wandered between the rushing devil and the three walls, and the devil was getting closer and closer to him, perhaps even the devil officer and the interpreter already thought that catching Dazhi was a matter of moment.

At this moment, I saw Dazhi take five steps back, suddenly rushed forward, one foot on the right wall, the moment the body bounced away, the other foot kicked on the left wall, the body immediately bounced to the right, he finally reached the edge of the wall blocked in the aisle, jumped up, and jumped over the wall.

Dazhi crossed the high wall and fell into an abandoned courtyard, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked back at the high wall, even he couldn't believe that he had escaped the pursuit of the devils in this way.

"Yaga ......" Daishi heard the ghost officer on the other side of the wall shouting angrily, and he also heard the sound of iron hitting the wall and then falling to the ground, and he knew that it must be the officer who threw the katana.

Dazhi didn't die, he looked back, in fact, he didn't see anything except the high wall, but he seemed to see the wave of embarrassed and disappointed devils, he smiled proudly and said to himself: "Grandpa is here, you have the ability to catch grandpa! Why don't you catch it, don't you keep saying that you want to split me in half?" haha, haha......

And since the big man came out of the crowd, he went around to inquire about the news of Dazhi and the devil, but unfortunately the reference was different, some people said that they saw a strong man chasing a strong man along the street and ran to the west, and some people said that they saw a strong man turning into the alley to the east, and he must have run to the east, followed by a large wave of devils, and the gunshots and roars continued......

The big man was like a monk who was confused, anxiously wandering around the street, he carefully looked at both ends of the street for about a quarter of an hour, and then thought that Dazhi would definitely not run along the street, after all, the street was full of pedestrians, if the devil shot at every turn, even if he didn't want to hurt innocent people, but the bullet was not long-sighted, it was inevitable that there would be this possibility.

So the big man turned into an alley to the east, he may not have dreamed that this alley was the one where Dazhi fled for his life, and it was also the one where the devil almost captured Dazhi alive.

The big man walked and ran, but he didn't even see a figure, just when he was about to turn back, he suddenly heard the sound of someone talking in the depths of the alley, and he was stunned, could it be that Dazhi is really inside, won't he have been caught by the devil!

In a hurry, how can you allow a big man to think too much?

The big man pulled his legs and ran to the depths, after a few steps, he saw a person's head shaking, because this alley is not straight, for the time being, it is not clear to see the whole picture of the person, but from the top of the head can already make a clear judgment, the person who came is the devil, but whether the ambition is in the hands of these devils, at this time it is still uncertain, everything is still unknown.

The big man touched his body, there were no knives and guns, and there were no bombs, thinking that it was obviously not wise to meet the devil like this without knowing the whereabouts of Dazhi. If Dazhi is really in the hands of the devil and returns, on the street, the devil is wandering around, once there is a conflict, the devils from all sides will definitely come in, and it will not be even more difficult to deal with it at that time?

Thinking of this, the big man looked down and saw a broken mat not far away, and there were a few torn clothes and a broken chandelier on the side of the broken mat.

So, the big man messed up his head, bent down again, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, touched his face and body, picked up the broken mat on the ground, rolled it up, and clamped it under his armpit, ran a few torn clothes in one hand, and carried a certain broken ceiling in the other, limping into the depths of the alley, like a beggar scavenging waste.

"Stop!" the big man soon met the devil, and the devil translator pointed to the big man and said, "What are you doing?"

The big man half-squinted, as if he hadn't woken up or was extremely sleepy, and did not respond to the interpreter's words.

"Yaga!" the devil officer pulled out his katana with a snort, pointed the tip of the knife at the big man, and shouted in extremely broken Chinese, "What are you doing, why are you here?"

The big man could already see clearly, except for the devil and a soft bone translator, there was no one else, and it was obvious that Dazhi had successfully escaped the pursuit of these beasts. He then feigned fear, let go of the chandelier in his hand, and after a series of clanging sounds, the chandelier stopped at his feet, and he curled up, looked at the devil timidly with his head down, and trembled.

"Pick up the rags, just the scavengers. The translator said almost to himself.

The Japanese officer put down his katana and dragged the ground, slowly walking towards the big man, his sharp and cold eyes never leaving the big man, and the piercing sound of the tip of the knife on the ground was even more chilling.

The big man's body shrunk into a bow, and he trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

"Beggar!" the Japanese officer came to the big man, looked at the big man's face on the left, looked at the big man's face on the right, and suddenly showed a contemptuous smile, and then waved the katana on the big man's face, the distance between the tip of the knife and the big man's face was less than two inches, and said disdainfully, "A beggar abandoned by fate and time, poor wandering spirit." ”

The big man was already angry in his heart, but he had to pretend to be timid on his face, he knew that there was still a lot to do, now was not the time to be strong, the devil was powerful, with knives and guns in hand, there was no need to risk his life, so he trembled more and more.

"What is this?" the devil officer knocked down the mat under the big man's armpit, pulled the tattered clothes from his hand, picked up one of them with a katana, shook it in the air a few times, and then turned his gaze to the big man, glared at the big man, and said, "Don't you feel sad to live like this by picking up things that others have thrown away?"

The big man still pretended to be pitiful, timid, and suspicious, and curled up and trembled.

"But," the devil officer patted the big man lightly on the face, and said in a much softened tone, and said unhurriedly, "I still sympathize with people like you, at least in this world than those who oppose our Imperial Japanese Army, but I don't like people like you, living by picking up things thrown away by others, it's too sad." ”

"Let's go," said the devil officer, then turning to the devil and the interpreter behind him, "get out of here, go to those who are against our Imperial Japanese Army, and don't disturb this beggar's life." ”

The big man picked up the mat, the tattered clothes, and the even more broken chandelier that had fallen to the ground, and stood timidly to the side, watching the wave of devils who had found nothing but were as proud as triumphant heroes slowly walked away.

"His grandmother, if Lao Tzu didn't have important things to do, how could he allow you turtle grandsons to be arrogant and rude in front of Lao Tzu? I have to bite you beasts to death...... "The big man threw away the things in his hand, patted the dust on his hands, wiped the dirt on his face and body with his sleeve, and cursed to the depths of the alley.

Soon the big man came to the depths of the alley, and walked to the high wall that blocked the way, there were no traces of a fight along the way, and there were no clues related to Dazhi, he smiled at the wall, and turned to walk out of the alley.

"Where the hell did this guy go?" The big man came to the street again, he saw that the street was still sparsely populated, everything seemed to be the same, and suddenly remembered the vegetable seller who was kneeling among the broken melons and rotten vegetables, hugging his head and crying, so he muttered to himself, "I must ask you to find out if you did it, if you did it, you have to compensate others for anything......"

The big man walked in the direction of the Propaganda Department of H City, looking left and right as he walked......

However, at this time, Dazhi had already left the abandoned courtyard and came to the main road, and he was surprised to find that he was in the easternmost part of H City, almost to the outskirts of the city, and it was naturally far, far away from the Municipal Propaganda Department.

"It's all to blame on those bastard little devils," Dazhi hurried to the Propaganda Department of H City, scolding as he walked, "I regarded Lao Tzu as a dangerous person, causing Lao Tzu to run such a long distance, and now I am thirsty and hungry, and I have to travel so far......"

Among the five members of the phoenix-tailed bamboo special team are Qiao Xiaojing, Cuiyu and Ah Zi, who are leisurely, but this kind of leisurely that makes them sleepy, depressed and even decadent is not what they want, the three of them sit against the wall like stupid, looking at everyone who passes by, and they will forget their identities in a trance, and even forget why they are sitting here for a while.

"Alas......" Qiao Xiaojing sighed deeply, causing the uncle in front of him to look sideways.

"What's wrong with you kid?" the uncle asked, "I always sigh, is there something going on, or is there something going on at home, you won't come out to sell yourself to bury your father, right?"

Qiao Xiaojing was very annoyed, glared at the man, then sighed again, got up and walked towards Cuiyu.

In fact, for Qiao Xiaojing, Cuiyu and Ah Zi, they have always been optimistic and positive, but in the face of this task similar to "opening their mouths to eat the moon", they really don't know how to deal with it, so they have a sigh.

Unexpectedly, this sigh has become a habit, and I can't help but sigh.

The big man walked around the H Propaganda Department for a few times, and he didn't see the figure of Dazhi for a long time, and he thought that the devil regarded him as a dangerous person, and he was already angry. Finally seeing Dazhi, he rushed forward, and without saying a word, knocked Dazhi to the ground with one punch.

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