"Ah!!h

Qiao Shan's throwing technique was very accurate, and the two little devils each had a pot of boiling water, without the slightest deviation, and hit the target accurately. Before the two of them could react, they were poured on their heads with boiling water, and they were instantly scalded and let out a terrible wail!

Qiao Shan's heart suddenly, the secret way is not good,

Hurriedly picked up the big wooden mound and smashed it on the head of a little devil!

If this scream lures the other devils outside, it will mess things up!

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the loudest devil rolled his eyes and fainted.

……

The other devil endured the severe pain of the scald, and hurriedly went to get the spear on the ground, Qiao Shan's eyes were fast, and he kicked out with his flying feet, and directly kicked the gun next to the little devil away!

The old man and the storyteller hurriedly ran out from behind the stove,

The three of them surrounded the little devil together.

"You don't want to plant cotton at home, come to us to kill people and set fires! I'm going to give you a taste of the awesome mallet today! ”

The old man stared at the little devil in front of him, gritted his teeth,

Rounded the mallet in his hand and smashed it hard at the little devil!

"Oops~"

The next moment, the storyteller fell down with his head in his arms and swayed, and a red and swollen bag visibly grew on the door of his head.

……

Qiao Shan didn't have time to think about it, he stepped forward and hit the little devil who was waiting for the opportunity to escape, and when the little devil fell, he slapped the devil twice in the face with a log pier, and knocked the remaining little devil unconscious.

"Boss! What are you doing smashing storytellers! ”

Qiao Shan was stunned,

Didn't do this in the original plot?

Why did this smash the storyteller and faint!

Qiao Shan squatted down and probed the storyteller's snort and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's alive!

……

The old man smiled awkwardly and shrank his head:

"Smashing the ......"

In fact, it wasn't that it was missed, it was the little devil's body that dodged and avoided, which hit the storyteller.

"Forget it! Don't care about these for now, come and rip off their devil clothes! ”

"Huh? Picking up clothes? Uncle Junko, you ......"

"Shut up! Be quiet! ”

Qiao Shan dragged the two little devils to a hidden place in the corner, searched left and right, found a ball of hemp rope from the pile of debris, looked at the two little devils who fainted at his feet, paused, his eyes fluctuated and he didn't know what to think.

The next moment, take a deep breath,

Without hesitation, he put the hemp rope around the neck of the little devil......

……

When Qiao Shan picked up the hemp rope, he vaguely guessed what he was going to do, but when he saw Qiao Shan calmly deal with the two of them with an expressionless face throughout the whole process, he couldn't help but shudder.

I haven't offended Uncle Junko before, have I?

It's scary!

Qiao Shan glanced back at him and said:

"What are you doing in a daze? Come over and rip off their devil clothes together! ”

Probably guessing what the old man was thinking, Qiao Shan smiled bitterly and said:

"What are you afraid of! They're little devils! It's the aggressor! Don't look at their age, but they don't know how many of our compatriots they killed! Don't forget, they're here to arrest the Eighth Route Army! ”

Qiao Shan's face became serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"Remember, my lord, that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to one's own people!

Don't be kind, it will kill people! ”

……

In fact, Qiao Shan is also afraid,

At this time, his heart was beating so fast that he didn't even dare to look at the face of the dead little devil.

But he understands what the people of this land are suffering at this time, this is not filming, not acting in a movie, he is experiencing that humiliating history himself!

He had to do it!

Calming down his mood, Qiao Shan tried his best to let his reason prevail, buried the little devil who was stripped of his clothes with a firewood pile, and said to the old man:

"Put on the devil's suit!"

The old man nodded, this time he didn't ask why, and silently began to change into the devil suit he had just taken off.

He now regards Qiao Shan as his own uncle in his heart!

I feel like I'm covered by my uncle, it's so reassuring!

……

"Uncle Shunzi, let's change into the clothes of a devil, do you want to pretend to be a devil and escape...... Hey, Uncle Shunzi, why don't you change it? ”

The old man changed into a devil's costume and put on a Japanese military hat, and when he looked back, he found that Qiao Shan was still wearing that linen shirt.

Qiao Shan hid the storyteller and Erzhu behind the stove and said:

"The little devil's clothes are too ugly, so I don't wear them!"

Boss: "......"

Qiao Shan kicked the water tank next to him and said:

"Shopkeeper, come out!"

When the gunshot rang out from the devil's entry into the village, the shopkeeper of the teahouse immediately hid in the water tank, and the speed was so fast that Qiao Shan didn't even react.

"The shopkeeper is in the water tank?"

The old man wondered where the teahouse owner had gone before, and why he suddenly disappeared. Hearing Qiao Shan's words, he curiously lifted the bamboo lid on the water tank, looked down, and happened to be facing the teahouse shopkeeper in the water tank with a bamboo pipe to breathe.

Two people, one outside the tank and one in the water, big eyes to small eyes,

They were all taken aback!

……

"Poof!"

The shopkeeper peeked out of the water tank and whispered, "What are you calling me for?" ”

He still remembered the old man's face, and he also heard the movement outside, knowing that he was not a little devil, but this cold change into a Japanese military uniform still scared him!

"Are you anti-Japanese?"

Qiao Shan stepped forward to stare at the eyes of the teahouse shopkeeper, and his tone was a little serious.

The teahouse shopkeeper shrunk his neck,

"Anti-......"

"The tone is wrong!" Qiao Shan looked at the old man and asked the question again:

"Boss, are you resisting Japan?"

"Resist! I'm Wang Ba eating scales! Iron-hearted resistance! ”

……

The shopkeeper of the teahouse understood,

Straighten up the board, cross your waist, and cut the railroad to the fore:

"Resist! I'm also a king and eats scales! Iron-hearted anti-Japanese! ”

Qiao Shan threw the devil suit in his hand over and said:

"Then put on the devil's clothes, you and the two of you pretend to be little devils in the yard and pretend to search, if other little devils come in, you two don't have to speak, just wave your hands to indicate that no one in the yard ......"

Qiao Shan found that these little devils were searching the courtyard in pairs,

So he didn't dare to use the method of the storyteller in the original plot, put on a Japanese military hat behind the stove, show his head and wave his hand, and tricked another group of little devil soldiers who came in to investigate.

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case!

Besides, now the storyteller has been smashed unconscious by the old man......

……

After plastering the faces of the teahouse shopkeeper and the old man with stove plaster, after telling the two of them, Qiao Shan came to the back of the stove and found the second pillar.

"Two pillars...... Wake up! Wake up! ”

Qiao Shan tore open Erzhu's sleeve and found that Erzhu's arm had been wiped off a piece of flesh by the bullet, and he cleaned it up a little and bandaged it. poured another bowl of tea and carefully poured it into the second column.

Erzhu looked too small, just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

Qiao Shan's heart, which had been flustered and trembling after solving the two little devils, suddenly calmed down completely.

……

"Oops~"

Before Erzhu woke up, the storyteller who was knocked unconscious on the ground next to him woke up.

"What's wrong with me?"

The storyteller sat up blankly, his eyes out of focus.

The old man, who was pretending to search outside the stove, heard the storyteller's voice, and probed in and smiled at the storyteller:

"Storyteller, you're awake!"

The storyteller's pupils shrank, and he was so frightened that he instantly stepped back: "Ghost ...... Ghost...... Devil! ”

"It's me! I'm not a devil! You forgot? Bang mallet, I hit you with a mallet, and then you fainted! ”

The old man took off his Japanese hat and gestured with his hands in a panic.

Miserable!

The storyteller won't be stupid by me with a mallet, right?

……

"Devils? Mallet? ”

The storyteller shook his head, his eyes gradually returned to clarity, looked left and right, frowned:

"It's you! Why are you hitting me with a mallet? What about the two little devils? ”

"I didn't mean to ......"

The old man tugged at the devil clothes on his body: "Those two little devils let us hide, and now we are pretending to be them here!" ”

"We?" The storyteller wondered.

Another Japanese soldier hat poked in from outside the stove, and the teahouse shopkeeper grinned:

"And me, Mr. Xu."

……

Qiao Shan looked at the storyteller, it turned out that his surname was Xu!

Before, he recalled the entire plot of the movie, and he really didn't remember what the name of the main character in the plot was. I only remember that everyone in the play verbally called him "storyteller".

"You two search for it! I'll explain it to Lao Xu. ”

Qiao Shan asked the two to leave and briefly told the storyteller what had just happened.

……