Chapter 4 Honors (Sixth Middle School)

Among the few small leaders, there were indeed some people who complained about Jia Shouyi's malice to the Japanese after going back, and then replaced him. At this moment, when Lao Jia was forced to him, sweat immediately appeared on his forehead, but they did not have the courage to refuse to sign the IOU. It would be wrong to have only weapons losses but no casualties in the war. If they dare to continue to be petty, they would probably immediately enter the list of casualties.

Forced a few small leaders to finish shaking and finish placing the IOU and Jia Shouren did not dare to delay the time. Captain Xiao Zhao asked the leaders to write the IOU to make a mistake, but invisibly reminded Jia. These mobs under him, Jia's command would definitely not be a solid piece of iron. If you want to cover up what happened today in front of the Japanese, you have to do a lot of remedial work. As for the specific remedial measures, you have to think about it while walking on the way back to the city. Anyway, this place is still fifty or sixty miles away from Heishi Village. Even if you march quickly, you will not be able to return to your hometown before dark.

Thinking of this, he immediately said goodbye to the guerrillas with a smile on his face. Thought that the puppet soldiers were still proactive in "cooperating" by themselves, Captain Xiao Zhao did not intend to make things difficult for them too much. He waved his hand and drove them far away like a fly. However, the shopkeepers and the big guys in the caravan had not yet enjoyed watching the show that was not enough to spend money, and sent the enthusiastic laughter into the ears of the puppet soldiers over and over again. It was not until the shameless people went far away that they closed their mouths reluctantly.

As the temporary leader of the entire caravan, Lao Qiu could not follow the guys to act recklessly. When the puppet soldiers turned around, they quickly picked up a bag full of silver dollars from the ground, held it in both hands and bowed to Captain Xiao Zhao, and bowed respectfully to the other party, "At the old friend of Ji Changyuan, Xiabei, Qiu Zheng, led the seventeen families to carry the burden and make life hard, haha, and saluted the Eighth Route Chief opposite."

"Ah, what are you doing? Get up quickly, get up quickly." Although Captain Xiao Zhao looked up at the puppet soldiers, he didn't dare to hold him up at all. He immediately turned around and jumped off the horse's back and held Lao Qiu's arm with both hands. "You are more than enough to be my uncle at this age. I bowed to me in front of so many people. Don't you always lose my life?"

"I dare not, I dare not." Even though Xiao Zhao's second half of the sentence was purely a joke, Lao Qiu, the temporary leader of the caravan, insisted on bowing again, and then half bent down and said, "If the commander had not come in time, we would probably have lost all our money today. This little thing is that if we don't get drunk when buying wine or buying food, we should add a cup of tea to moisten our throats. We hope the commander."

"What do you mean?" Xiao Zhao, the captain of the cavalry, immediately turned cold and used his hands to push Lao Qiu and the silver dollar bag in his hand four or five steps away. "We are the Black Stone Guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army, not horse thieves, nor those traitors in the city. As long as you come to do business seriously, we will welcome you with both hands. There is no need to do these evil ways."

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I really didn't want to compare you with the traitors." The flattery hit the horse's legs, and Lao Qiu was so anxious that he wiped his sweat. Although when he went to the bank of the Crescent Lake to do business, he knew that the Red Beard was very rules and would not take the benefits of the vendors, but in the past, the situation was different from today. In the past, they did business in a regular manner, did not offend anyone, and did not need anyone to help him stand up. Today, if the guerrillas had not come in time, everyone would have to take the puppet troops to Heishi Village for a walk. It was still between whether they could come back alive.

There is no free lunch in the world. The more old people in the business world, the more they agree with the principle of equal exchange. When they see Lao Qiu, they always fail to speak. Several older shopkeepers in the caravan also walked forward and whispered with a smile: "Sir Zhao, please don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, we don't want to compare you with traitors. We just think, we just think that you are so busy and we can't let you sweat in the hot weather. So, that's why."

"It's because I'm too impatient. I'm sorry, I apologize to everyone." The young guerrilla captain Xiao Zhao was stunned again, and the anger on his face was quickly replaced by guilt. He raised his hand and saluted Lao Qiu and others, and then explained loudly: "Since you are here to do business on the banks of the Crescent Lake, you are the guests of our guerrilla team. How can the owner come forward to greet the guests and collect tea and money from the guests."

"Captain Zhao is polite, Chief Zhao is really too polite." The vendors did not dare to accept the gift of Captain Xiao Zhao, and they turned around, either bowed or bowed, "We, we are not giving you tea and money, we, we just, just think."

"Please put it away, you all earn some hard money, and I'm not just here to welcome you." Captain Xiao Zhao waved his hand and turned his gaze to the middle of the caravan. Seeing the traffic officer Lao He shook his head gently, he knew that the other party and the cadres who came to seek the scriptures did not want to reveal their identity, he smiled and continued to add: "Our captain was afraid that the road would not be peaceful, so he sent several teams to patrol separately. The team I led was just a coincidence that you were blackmailed by the puppet army. It was really not a helping hand. Besides, even if you didn't meet you, everyone would have to drive them away after they found the puppet army, and there was absolutely no reason to let them go."

"Then, that" the vendors were wet with their lips, not knowing what else to say. According to their past experience in the martial arts world, there are usually only two situations. First, the reward given by everyone was too low and they didn't like it at all. Second, the other party had a bigger plan in his mind. When the time came, he immediately took back the part of the reward he deserved, and the principal and profit. At present, the performance of Xiao Zhao, a young guerrilla officer, does not match any of the two, making them unable to make up their minds whether to continue being polite or to take the money away so as not to annoy the other party, and everyone would not be able to leave the Taiwan Strait in the end.

The clever guerrilla captain Xiao Zhao quickly guessed the thoughts of the vendors, smiled, and whispered: "Don't make things difficult for me, uncles and uncles. Our guerrillas are strict. If I dare to extend my hand to you today, our brigade will have to be cleaned up by our brigade tomorrow and sweep it out directly. If you don't believe it, you can go and inquire at will. Not only our Black Stone guerrillas, but any team of the Eighth Route Army in the world, if anyone dares to extend his hand to the common people, will he immediately chop off his claws?"

"Then, then we will put away the tea money first, and express our gratitude to the captain another day!" After hearing Xiao Zhao's firmness, the old people hesitated for a moment and said tentatively.
Chapter completed!