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"There are devils coming towards us," Cuiyu poked Qiao Xiaojing and said in a low voice, "There are so many people standing here, the goal is too obvious, what should we do?"

"Fight with these brutes," said the big man, "along the way, in order to hide from these bastards, they almost exhausted us to death one by one, too aggrieved, let go of our hands and feet, and fuck the fuck quickly!"

"Shut up!" Ah Zi glared at the big man and reprimanded, "I only know the courage of the puppeteer, the five of us, the devil's team, and there may be a devil's stronghold nearby, isn't it looking for death if you fight hard?"

"What Ah Zi said makes sense," Qiao Xiaojing said in a low voice, "We can't be brutal, we are not familiar with life, and we should be more cautious in everything." Now we will follow the carriage into the village, pretending that nothing is going on, if we can enter the village, we will be safe, if we are entangled by devils, we will act as soon as possible, try to solve it with our bare hands, and never make a big noise. ”

The rest of the people nodded, and followed the carriage with their burdens on their backs and headed towards the village.

"Why did you come with me?" The coachman looked back and saw Qiao Xiaojing and them, and was very surprised.

"I haven't eaten oil and water for several days," Qiao Xiaojing said with a smile, "There is no restaurant in front of me, I am hungry, I want to go to your village to beg for food, we will pay, I don't think you will refuse us, right?"

"The country is not like the city," said the coachman, pausing for a moment, "but I don't want to eat and ask for money, but I ...... It's just that my family lives too poorly, and I really don't have anything decent to entertain you, so I'm afraid of ......"

"You think too much," Qiao Xiaojing smiled, "We are not from the city, just like you, we are also poor people who lack food and clothing, as long as there is saliva to moisten our throats, thank God, how dare we have other extravagant hopes......"

While speaking, Qiao Xiaojing and the others had already arrived at the entrance of the village with the carriage.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a bullet flew over, swept over the horse's ears and hit the earthen wall not far away.

The horse was frightened, screamed, and galloped, nearly throwing the coachman off the board.

The coachman didn't care about having half a word with Qiao Xiaojing, only to see him swaying his body like a tumbler, rushing into the village with the bumpy carriage, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Qiao Xiaojing and the others, out of instinct, lowered their heads, leaned down, and took out their pistols from their baggage.

"The devils are still at least thirty or forty meters away from us," Qiao Xiaojing roared, "They are not accurate in marksmanship, so we will take the opportunity to rush into the village, rush into the village, and then find a way to cut off the tail!"

"Yes!" everyone replied in unison.

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Xiaojing and the others bowed together and rushed towards the village, the devil's bullets whistling around them, one after another, the bullets in their ears, in front of them, and at their feet swarmed in, and the blown up clods of soil flew everywhere.

"Baga!" the devil shot as he chased, and roared, "Stop, stop......"

"Fuck your grandmother," scolded the big man as he ran, "Stop, wait and wait to eat your bastard's guns?" your grandmother, fool to listen to you brutes......"

"Hurry up and run!" Qiao Xiaojing beckoned everyone as she ran, "We can't stop now, let alone run into the villager's house, that will cause death to the villagers." Let's run along the main road in the village, the road out of the village can't be just this one, let the devils chase us behind!"

The villagers may have heard the gunshots and hidden, the doors of their homes were closed, and the whole existence was empty.

Qiao Xiaojing and the others were like participating in a 100-meter race, with wind under their feet, like arrows from the string, rushing on the rugged rural road, and a lame shout could be faintly heard behind them--- "Baga, stop ......"

Sure enough, as Qiao Xiaojing expected, they quickly rushed out from the other end of the village, and in front of them was a field full of crops of all colors.

The crops were growing well, and they could completely drown Qiao Xiaojing's body, but they didn't get into the crops, because they had to let the devils chasing them see it, so as not to bring trouble to the villagers.

Soon the devil chased out of breath to the outside of the village, they were exhausted one by one, ran and stopped, and fired a few shots at Qiao Xiaojing, and then gradually there was no movement.

When night fell, Qiao Xiaojing and the others came to the outside of Zhi'an Town, and saw that there were pedestrians entering and leaving the town from time to time, but there was no devil, so they scattered, pretending not to know each other, and entered the town one after another.

After half a day of inquiry, Qiao Xiaojing and the others finally came to the front of the "Ageless Spring Pickles" store.

At this time, there are almost no pedestrians on the street, many shops have closed, and the sporadic light makes the town seem more silent and dark, it seems that only the "Immortal Spring Pickles" shop is still open, a light yellow light spilled through the open door on the stone-paved road in front of the store, Uncle Qiang sat alone at the table, staring at the flashing lights.

Qiao Xiaojing entered the store alone and said with a smile: "Good authentic pickles, you can smell the fragrance ten miles away." ”

"Is there pickled vegetables ten miles away?" Uncle Qiang stood up and looked the woman in front of him up and down.

"Although there are no pickles, they have a vegetable fragrance!" Qiao Xiaojing replied.

"If there are no pickles, how can the vegetables be fragrant?" Uncle Qiang then asked.

"The boss is joking, there are no pickles, how can there be no pickles?" Qiao Xiaojing was also unambiguous.

Cuiyu, Ah Zi, Silly Big Man and Dazhi didn't know what to do, and saw Qiao Xiaojing and the owner of the pickle shop looking at each other as if they were quarrelling, no one knew what they were arguing about, and the four pairs of eyes looked at the house with puzzlement.

"There are too many pickles reserved for you," Uncle Qiang nodded and smiled, "I'm afraid it's difficult for you to take it away alone, why don't you hire a carriage, or call a few more helpers, I don't know what Madame thinks?"

"Oh," Qiao Xiaojing said with a smile, "but I was negligent, I already thought of this when I came, and there are a few young laborers waiting outside, all of them from the countryside, afraid of soiling your place." ”

"You're polite," Uncle Qiang said with a smile, "as long as the back is clean, so that the pickles don't get dirty." Now that the fellows have arrived at the door, let's hurry up and invite them in, and don't snub them because we are patronizing to discuss business. ”

Qiao Xiaojing nodded, and went out to greet Cuiyu and Ah Zi and they entered the pickle shop.

In fact, the conversation between Qiao Xiaojing and Uncle Qiang has nothing to do with the business of Immortal Spring, they were previously connected with the code, these years there are too many devils, traitors, traitors and spies, if you are not careful, you may fall into the situation laid out by others, and if you lose your life, you are afraid that you will end up with a series of revolutionary vitality.

Later, Qiao Xiaojing talked about "I'm afraid of soiling your place", in fact, she just wanted to know if there were any other people in this pickle shop, and she didn't want Cuiyu, Ah Zi, Dazhi and the big man to come in and run into them, which would only increase the insecurity.

And Uncle Qiang said, "As long as the back is clean, it won't stain the pickles." Since the fellows have arrived at the door, then hurry up and invite them in", this sentence gave a positive answer, indicating that there was no one else in the store, if there was no one behind Qiao Xiaojing and no one to follow or stalk, and there was no tail, even if the joint was successful, the follow-up could be carried out.

At this time, Qiao Xiaojing and the others had all entered the store, and Uncle Qiang had already put on the door panel, holding an oil lamp, and brought a group of people into the room.

After getting to know each other, Uncle Qiang poured hot water for Qiao Xiaojing and them, and said with a smile: "I finally looked forward to you, I don't worry about you these days, I'm afraid that you will have problems in the middle of the road, and I stay outside the store every day, and I don't dare to leave an inch." ”

"I'm ashamed," Qiao Xiaojing said with a little embarrassment, "We could have arrived a few days earlier, but unfortunately we took a detour and turned around, so we rushed to you and didn't delay your big event, right?"

When Qiao Xiaojing spoke, she took out a letter from her arms, which was written by the political commissar of the guerrillas in the small mountain village to Uncle Qiang, the traffic officer.

"That's not true," Uncle Qiang took the letter, nodded with a smile, and said very kindly while reading the letter, "At present, the soldiers are in chaos and the soldiers are in trouble, so it's good to come safely! You drink water first, wait for dinner, you must be hungry!"

Uncle Qiang read the letter and burned it in front of everyone. This is the rule, underground traffic is a high-risk profession, in case of accidents, letters or important documents are likely to become immeasurable bombs--- killing and injuring not only the underground traffic officers themselves, it is likely that a series of chain explosions will occur.

Then, Uncle Qiang rolled up the bedding and mat on the clay kang, uncovered the sack pieces pasted on the kang surface, and a one-square-meter adobe brick was exposed.

Uncle Qiang pried it open along the gap in the adobe bricks, and a large hole appeared in the earthen kang, and he brought an oil lamp, and then everyone saw that the bottom of the original earthen kang was empty, and the steps could lead to the dark underground.

When Qiao Xiaojing and the others followed Uncle Qiang to the underground, with the help of the lights on the four walls, they found that the underground was very different from the ground, with tables, chairs, beds and other living facilities, eating, drinking, and using everything, both ventilated and soundproof, not only spacious and safe, it was really a different world.

"Wow!" Qiao Xiaojing and the others exclaimed when they saw this underground house the size of two rooms.

"Please take a seat!" There was a long table in the middle of the room, on which the food and chopsticks were already arranged, and because of the warm weather, although the meals were prepared in advance, they were not too cold. Uncle Qiang greeted everyone with a smile, "In extraordinary times, there is no other way, in order not to leave you without food, I can only back up your meals every day, which is prepared at noon." ”

"That's very good," Qiao Xiaojing said with satisfaction, "To be honest, it's no better than a beggar these days!"

"Let you suffer," Uncle Qiang nodded, "Hurry up and eat, let's talk while eating, come on, do it!"

"Thank you, Uncle Qiang!" Qiao Xiaojing, Cuiyu, and Ah Zi all expressed their gratitude.

The big man and Dazhi couldn't wait for a long time, and since Uncle Qiang spoke, they were no longer polite and devoured it.

After about a moment, Uncle Qiang looked at a pot of phoenix tail bamboo on the table and said, "Originally, I wanted to unify you elites into the special task force, but you are too late, and the special task force has already set off. I think you're going to stay and become a small special operations group, codenamed 'Phoenix-tailed Bamboo', to carry out other tasks independently. ”

"Phoenix tail bamboo?" everyone said in unison, "This name is so ......"