The War of Resistance

Near noon, the troika finally stopped on the side of the road.

Smiling Tiger didn't have a smile on his face this time, it was really because he was worried, and he didn't know what old Huotou was up to.

On the way, he once insinuated and asked old Huo what he wanted to do with these tigers? Old Huotou just smiled with Kabbah's eyes.

On the contrary, a grumpy boy under Smiling Tiger said angrily, "You might as well kill us, where are you going to get us?"

After the little brat finished speaking, he was glared at by his companions.

The so-called death is worse than life, do you think you have a long life? You even brought someone to kill you with a call number?

But what these beards didn't expect was that the old Huo Tou was not in a hurry when he heard the reckless guy's shouting, and instead enlightened him as a senior in the world: "We are all in the same line of work. As a senior, how could I You killed? Wait patiently!"

The troika of them came out in the morning, and they also chose some remote paths, but this time they seldom made it to the main road.

On the way, Old Huotou and Shang Zhen got out of the car to look at the terrain a few times, and then came back without saying anything, just telling people to continue on their way.

When they got here, Lao Huotou and Shang Zhen went down to look at the terrain again. After a while, Shang Zhen and Lao Huotou returned to the carriage. At this time, Lao Huotou said: "Take the carriage Get behind that hill, right here!"

No one really knew what old Huotou was up to. Smiling Tiger was just observing the other soldiers of the Northeast Army, so the other soldiers of the Northeast Army also looked confused.

But then the smiling tiger confirmed that the old Huotou still had to do something, because the old Huotou asked someone to untie a rope tied to them.

Then, they, a group of beards who once ruled the wind and rain on their own territory, were driven to the hill like grasshoppers tied by a rope.

It's late autumn now, there are trees on the mountain, and there are thick leaves in the woods. Due to the fetters of the rope, Smiling Tiger and the others are of course walking very slowly.

Finally, when everyone sat down in the woods on the top of the mountain, the old Huotou arranged a guard post, and then everyone in the Northeast Army began to eat.

They came out of Smiling Tiger's lair, so how could there be so little food and drink out of them? There were three carriages in total, and there was still a lot of food in the last carriage.

Everyone in the Northeast Army was eating there with their cheeks open and their mouths wide open, while the prisoners like Smiley Tiger and the others could only watch from the sidelines even though they were hungry.

There is no way, the prisoner must have the self-consciousness of a prisoner.

This is all understandable, even if the smiling tiger captures the Northeast Army as a prisoner, even if he doesn't kill him directly, the treatment will never be any better. What are you doing to feed you? Let you eat and run away?

But to Smiling Tiger's surprise, after the Northeast Army gave them food, they really gave them food.

"Bring them the steamed buns, and let them eat two of them." Old Huo Tou ordered.

Although Shang Zhen is still the boss in name, the weight of old Huo's words is undoubtedly increasing.

This is of course because the old Huotou was the first to see through the essence of the smiling tiger's beard.

They have all worked as beards. From the perspective of beard making qualifications, Lao Huotou is much higher than Wang Laomao.

As long as Old Mao Wang doesn't speak, naturally no one in his group will raise any objections.

Qiu Bo opened the mouth of a bag, and it contained snow-white steamed buns.

Why do people have beards? Of course it is because beards can drink in big bowls and eat meat. The steamed buns that are being given to Smiling Tiger and the others are also one of the trophies brought by Shang Zhen and the others from Smiling Tiger's lair.

"It's all a credit, we have to arrange it for you one by one!" Qiu Bo said angrily, and then he and a few soldiers took out the steamed buns in the bag and put two in front of each beard.

"If you don't give us your hands away, how will we eat?" said a bearded man.

"Do you use your hands to eat with your mouth?" Hou Kanshan scolded angrily, "You can eat whatever you like, and want to untie you? No way!"

Of course Hou Kanshan had reason to be angry with these beards, if the beards hadn't drugged him, how could he have been fed up with the damn money?

Don't mention Hou Wangshan's embarrassment, but because of this, the beards were dumbfounded at the time.

Of course they were hungry too, and they hadn't been given anything to eat in the morning.

Now, each of them was given two big steamed buns, but their hands were all cut back, so how could they eat it?

To say that the one with the highest treatment here is of course the Swordsman, because the old Huotou was not tied together with other beards.

As a tribute to former bearded colleagues. Old Huotou actually let someone untie the hands that were cut behind the smiling tiger's back.

But then, someone tied it up in front again, so that after all, old Huo Tou could hold the steamed bun with both hands and eat it.

Seeing his subordinates staring blankly at the snow-white steamed buns on the ground, he said with a smile on his face, "It's a great kindness for all military masters to give us food, so don't hurry up and eat!"

The beards, that is, the little boys under the old Huotou looked at each other, and after a while, finally one of the beards knelt down and lowered his head to gnaw the steamed buns on the ground.

This is undoubtedly a humiliation.

How can a human eat like a dog? That is, when the dog is eating, he still uses his two front paws to pick it up!

But the situation is stronger than people, and if you want to survive, you want dignity. Is this possible?

"If anyone pretends to be a kid and doesn't eat those two steamed buns, don't give them to him!" Old Huotou said coldly, "Now I think this eating posture is awkward? Eating like a dog is better than being a dog for the Japanese!"

At this time, the ferocious methods of the bearded old Huotou were revealed.

Smiling Tiger wanted to say, "If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood", but would he dare? If he dared to say this, it is estimated that if Lao Huo turned his head, he would be cut into pieces immediately!

Now that one of them knelt down to eat, the second one appeared. Slowly, all the beards knelt down, really like a dog, gnawing on the steamed buns in front of them.

As for what they think in their hearts, no one knows.

And the old Huo Tou Wang and Lao Mao don't need to know, they have been beards and soldiers, and in their eyes, the barrel of a gun is the last word, let alone humiliation, it is not a fart in the face of survival!

A miracle happened, a dozen beards all knelt on the ground and pouted their buttocks to gnaw on the steamed buns on the ground.

Although the beards were angry, they also understood that it was the old Huo's "grace" to be able to eat now. If he didn't eat this meal, who knew when the next meal would be? If you don't eat this time, you may not have the next meal at all!

But at this time, another exception occurred besides the smiling tiger.

The little dustpan also knelt down, but when he was about to bite the steamed buns on the grass with his mouth, a big hand grabbed the two steamed buns in his hand.

When the little dustpan manager looked up in surprise, he saw Erhanzi had already handed one of the steamed buns to his mouth, and Erhanzi's eyes were full of concern.

Thank you book friends for the rewards that have passed 50. Book friends who have read Lao Zhe's novels or followed Lao Zhe's novels know that Lao Zhe's dedication is not a problem. This is Lao Zhe's third anti-Japanese novel, and each of them will be a tome. After finishing this novel, I may have to switch careers to write novels of other themes, after all, I can write everything I want to write. So I will work hard to write well, for myself and for my favorite anti-Japanese novels, with a happy ending.