Those eyes, still with a murderous aura, that expression, can still try their best to be hideous, Xu Ruifeng seems to have seen the killing god who was a hero with real swords and real guns with the Japanese in this second.

"Old man, I'm afraid Harbin is ...... right now"

"It's hard to get out, is it?"

The old man smiled slightly, and said not very concerned: "Then don't go." ”

"This is home, and whoever you see on the street is a relative, and it's solid to die here."

He slowly opened the drawer and asked, "What were you looking for just now?" ”

Xu Ruifeng smiled embarrassedly: "I saw that in your drawer, there is a Browning 1935 good." ”

Ma Zhansan opened the drawer, took out the parts of the firearm very preciously, placed them on the table in the same way, and said, "Do you know guns? ”

Xu Ruifeng said: "Browning 1935, slightly modified from Browning 1929, was designed by FN at the request of Belgium, so the Belgian army became the first batch of buyers, they like the 'large capacity, high power' propaganda stunt, and prefer the delicate to the sick requirements, including 13 rounds of amusement, exposed hammer, manual insurance, sturdy, easy to decompose, and can kill people within 50 meters." ”

"I only heard about this Browning 1935 recently, and I have never seen a real guy, but think about the melting volume of 13 rounds, the use of 9MM bullets, extremely high accuracy, the whole gun weighs less than a kilogram of design, and the hand is a little scratchy."

Ma Zhansan listened quietly, and easily 'clicked' twice to assemble the firearm, and finally inserted the magazine and said, "Try it?" ”

Xu Ruifeng took the gun handed over by the old man, and as soon as he started the delicate frosting on the handle, he could feel the manufacturer's attitude towards this gun from the tactile sense of the gun, I am afraid that the old man could not be meticulous to this extent for his own son.

"Old man, you haven't said I'm right."

Ma Zhan Sanyi raised his neck: "How do I know?" ”

"I just love guns, and I don't care who made them? If you can kill people, you can do it. ”

When he saw that Xu Ruifeng couldn't take his eyes off his affection, he added: "Like it?" I like to take it away. ”

"Huh?"

Xu Ruifeng suddenly raised his head and hurriedly sent the gun back: "This can't be done, old man, this thing is a treasure now, how can I ......"

The old man pushed the gun back and explained, "Do you know where this gun came from?" ”

Ma Zhansan said word by word: "Before I defected from the Japanese, they sent it to me in order to appease me. ”

"This thing is here for me, and it will always be a shame in my life, but in your hands, he can kill the Japanese." Ma Zhansan quipped: "I heard that you have a nickname for the king of the left pistol?" ”

Xu Ruifeng smiled, he knew too well what this old man was going to say next.

"Then when you take this gun, don't miss it, you have to know that if you kill a devil, we will have one less bastard in the Northeast."

Xu Ruifeng looked at the gun, and then at Ma Zhansan's disappointed expression, when a general learned that he might not be able to step into the battlefield, and he was left with a nest but was left alive, the loss can be imagined.

"Old man, do you still want to escape from the northeast and then lead an army back?"

Ma Zhansan said as if his soul was lost: "Fighting for the country, killing the Japanese and driving the Tartars, my life's wish is ......."

"The sick bones are fragmented, the gauze hat is wide, and the lonely minister is thousands of miles away; The humble did not dare to forget the country, and the matter must still be closed! ”

This is Lu You's poem, written on the eve of the imminent demise of the Northern Song Dynasty, and it is just as sad as the sixteen states of Yanyun that were lost in the Southern Song Dynasty just mentioned. At this moment, Xu Ruifeng listened to Ma Zhansan mention this familiar historical event and poem, and the whole person seemed to see the Song army who had fought bloodily in the Jin Ge Iron Horse that he had never experienced.

Are they any different from who they are now?

The same yellow blood, the same dedication to the country, the same desire, and the same pathos.

The words Jin Ge Iron Horse and Expelling the Tartars all came from that era, and the old man borrowed the past to compare it with the present, and released strong feelings.

The most important thing is that he is not fake.

"Old man, I'll send you away, just use this gun."

This is not Xu Ruifeng's impulse, his mission to Harbin has been completed, Miki was sniped by the chef, and he can be evacuated, why not send this old man out at this time?

"Pull it down."

The old man smiled and said: "Without me, you guys are just small fish and shrimp to the Japanese, if I hang around in your presence, it will be ...... What do you mean by that? That's right, strategy, that's called strategic goals, even if the Japanese put all their troops into it, they have to leave all of us behind. ”

"Besides, how can you get out?"

Xu Ruifeng said again: "Just say if you want to." ”

The old man was so smart that he immediately asked, "You don't want to kill the two Japanese outside, so that I can wear dog skins and go out like you, right?" ”

"Okay, how old I am, this is not for the Japanese to see at a glance."

"Besides, I don't wear dog skins."

Xu Ruifeng smiled: "That, offended!" ”

……

In the courtyard, two Japanese soldiers waited in the courtyard after the search, only to hear the sound of "Baga!" ”

The moment they hurriedly unloaded the guns from their shoulders, Xu Ruifeng and Wang Ming pressed Ma Zhansan and the servant out of the house.

The two Japanese soldiers outside understood what was going on at a glance, after all, the gun in Xu Ruifeng's hand was different from their standard firearms, even if these two people were different from the people their superiors wanted to arrest, they could be convicted of harboring firearms.

The two Japanese soldiers were just about to come up to help, Xu Ruifeng turned his head and glared at them fiercely, glaring at the two Japanese, standing in place and not daring to move.

Lao Xu has oozing human hair on his body, his eyes are very terrifying, and the bloody atmosphere of killing people all year round really suppressed the two Japanese. Xu Ruifeng just pressed Ma Zhansan and his servants on the road and walked over in a generous way, not only was no one interrogated, but he also saw Japanese people like them, and they also grabbed people and hurried by.

The two Japanese were still muttering behind their backs: "Murakami, I want to go over and help, why do they look at me like this?" ”

"The Kanto people are like this, they are afraid that the credit will be snatched away by us Kansai people. Alright, let's move on to the mission. ”

On the street, Ma Zhansan looked up at the city that once belonged to his rule, and looked at the people who were supposed to be ordinary people who were being caught from their homes by the Japanese in rags. He hated, hated that he had no one in his hands, and he couldn't stuff these rabbit cubs into the stove pit and choke them to death; hated that this era had caught up with the century-old weakness of the feudal dynasty and allowed others to bully, and secretly swore in his heart that as long as he could get out, he would definitely give this group of little Japanese a head-on blow......

Little devils, you wait, wait for Lao Tzu to come back!

"Pull the sack!"

A Japanese officer who was wandering on the street where many Japanese troops gathered saw Xu Ruifeng and them, he was kind and kindly reminded Lao Xu that they would shoot and escort all the arrested suspects to the location where the vehicle was parked and deal with them in a centralized manner: "You two, press people to the east ......"

But Xu Ruifeng didn't understand, he heard someone shouting behind him, but he didn't hear it when he didn't understand the meaning, and turned into the alley next to him and disappeared into it.

"Alas!"

"Alas!"

The Japanese officers chased after them.

As soon as he entered the alley, Wang Ming flashed half of his figure around the corner, and raised his hand to shoot: "Alas, uncle! ”

Phew!