Qiao Shan jumped and jumped directly into the carriage.

Behind him there were constant gunshots,

A few little devils gathered and lined up in a row to shoot with their guns, but they could only watch the carriage go away in the dust.

……

Collapsed on the carriage, Qiao Shan touched his back, and his coarse linen shirt was completely soaked with sweat.

Listening to the gunshots farther and farther away, Qiao Shan turned his back to the sky, his chest rose and fell, greedily breathing in the fresh air, his eyes looked straight at the spotless blue sky, and suddenly he grinned.

"Haha...... Hahaha......"

Movies and reality are different.

It's so exciting!

Qiao Shan didn't know how to describe this feeling, he just felt that his mood was extremely smooth!

……

"Uncle Junzi, you're not hurt, are you?"

The old man asked worriedly.

"Nope." Qiao Shan sat up and rubbed his sore legs: "Don't go to the train station first, the little devils seem to be chasing after you, let's take them for a few laps in the mountains first." ”

"Okay!"

"By the way, what about that storyteller?"

Qiao Shan found that the storyteller was gone,

You won't be caught by the little devils, or you will be shot to death, right?

In the movie, the storyteller escaped safely in the end, and if he killed him because of himself, it would be a sin!

……

The old man thought about it for a moment and said:

"The storyteller is fine, he has escaped from the village by climbing over the wall. I was afraid that you wouldn't find me, so I didn't go with him. ”

When Qiao Shan heard this, he patted the old man's shoulder with emotion, and said seriously:

"Boss, from now on, you are my own nephew! In the future, as long as I have a sip of soup to drink, your big ribs will be indispensable! After we join the Eighth Route Army and drive the little devils away, I will find a way to renew your mother-in-law and let you give birth to a big fat boy! ”

It's also pitiful, the old man has been a bachelor for more than 20 years.

In Junko's memory,

Since he was sensible, the old man has been guarding the ancestral slingcotton bow and living alone.

Later, Shunzi was entrusted to the eldest by the father of the family,

Began to learn the craft of playing cotton.

From then on, he knew that although the old man when he was young also begged his mother-in-law, the other party fell ill as soon as he got married, and died within two years, leaving no son and half a daughter until he died.

……

The old man said happily:

"Uncle Shunzi, this is what you said, you can't go back!"

"No remorse!" Qiao Shan smiled.

Although Shunzi and Lao Qi are only distant relatives, he and Lao Qi have no kinship.

But with the old man by his side,

In this strange era, Qiao Shan also has a sense of belonging in his heart.

He took the package from his bosom,

I plan to study and study the strategic offensive map of this little devil, and perhaps the eyes of the future world will be able to study the current war situation from this and catch some key information.

But as soon as he opened it, Qiao Shan's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Damn storytellers! Boss! Let's go back to the village...... Wrong! Let's go to the station! ”

The storyteller actually dropped the strategy map!

……

When is it?

Qiao Shan reviewed it, and finally locked the time on the scene where the storyteller was about to copy.

It must have been at that time that the storyteller took advantage of Qiao Shan's explanation of how the old man spoke Japanese, and dropped his record book and strategic offensive map!

His record book and the strategic offensive map of the two pillars are wrapped in a piece of blue and gray cloth.

The two are indistinguishable from the outside!

The corners of Qiao Shan's mouth twitched, flipped through the anti-Japanese song book written by the storyteller in his hand, rubbed his temples, and smiled angrily!

I couldn't help but blurt out a beautiful Chinese sentence!

Gan Lin's!

No wonder the storyteller suddenly compromised, it turned out that the strategic map had already been dropped!

Other words......

I've been trying my best to protect ...... Is it a record book?

……

Although Qiao Shan was angry, he didn't hate the storyteller very much.

He was not worried that the storyteller would hand over the strategic offensive map to the Japanese, and the storyteller would drop the strategic map, so he probably still did not think that he could complete this important task, and was worried that he would be caught by the little devil. In the final analysis, it is also for the anti-Japanese revolution.

He's just angry with himself,

It's so easy to be deceived by a storyteller!

The old man also understood what was going on, and comforted: "Uncle Shunzi, don't worry, let's just find the storyteller at the station!" When the time comes, I will teach him a lesson for you! I've removed his strings, and then we'll get this back! If he doesn't give it to me, I'll beat him up for you!" ”

Qiao Shan said helplessly: "If only it were so simple!" ”

You have to stop the storyteller before he gets to the train station!

Don't let him flourish!

Thinking of this, Qiao Shan turned over and sat in front of the donkey cart, took the thin whip in the old man's hand, and gently raised it:

"Drive! Drive! ”

……

Half an hour later,

Qiao Shan and Lao Qi got off the donkey cart and came to the front of the train station.

Damn storyteller, I don't know how he went, he and Lao Yu didn't catch up with him all the way!

“…… Huangshui Railway Station ...... Is this it? ”

Qiao Shan looked at the crowd at the train station in front of him and frowned.

There are so many people here!

Waiting, selling, carrying burdens, squatting in the corner and smoking dry tobacco, aunts in cheongsam, well-dressed students, businessmen in cars...... As far as the eye can see, the heads of the people are sensational, and the three religions and nine streams gather in one place!

The old man looked up on his tiptoes and said with certainty:

"It's here! There is only one train station in ten miles and eight towns, and the storyteller must be here! ”

"That's good!" Qiao Shan rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists: "Let's go separately to find it, and if we can't find it, we'll come back here to meet!" ”

The devil's troop carrier is still chasing after him,

He must find the storyteller as soon as possible!

……

A few minutes later,

Qiao Shan sweated profusely and came out of the crowd.

After a while, the old man also came out, lifted the corner of his clothes and wiped a handful of sweat on his face, and said with a sad face:

"Uncle Shunzi, have you found the storyteller?"

"No ......"

There are too many people! There's no way to find it!

The old man said: "It stands to reason that our carriage should go faster than the two legs of the storyteller!" Could it be that the storyteller and we are not on the same path, and we haven't come yet? ”

Qiao Shan was also a bit of a Muggle at this time, but he still insisted:

"It's possible, but we can't wait here and look for it!"

"Alright! Then look again! ”

The old man shook his arm, and he was about to drill into the crowd if he was weak.

……

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two:

"You're waiting for someone?"

Qiao Shan blinked, and when he turned around, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a long shirt and a hat leaning around the two, with a little expectation in his cautious eyes.

On that somewhat familiar face again,

Qiao Shan immediately recognized that this was the Qin Er shopkeeper who was sent out by the shopkeeper to intercept the strategic offensive map:

Qin Gui!