Chapter 5: Human Favour (Seven Seconds)

"Why didn't the Japanese send troops to wipe out him as soon as possible before the Red Beard team had developed." In the eyes of actors like Zhu Xiaoman, the most important thing is who can satisfy their food, clothing and enjoyment and their vanity. As for any country, nation, party and government, they can be left out of the sky. So without thinking, a vicious idea blurted out, "You go and tell Fujita Tae-kun to let him do it early to avoid raising a tiger. When the Red Beard is wiped out, maybe Fujita Tae-kun will directly promote you to the county magistrate when he is happy."

"Fart." Yan Fuquan suddenly changed his face again and pushed Zhu Xiaoman and staggered.

"Ah." Zhu Xiaoman rushed out a few steps, fell to the side, and his charming big eyes looked at Yan Fuquan, full of grievances.

"Oh." Seeing the clear water in the other party's eyes, Yan Fuquan sighed helplessly and scolded in a low voice, "You should avoid getting involved in official affairs in the future. Those who hold Japanese people in the county are not smarter than you, a woman. They didn't dare to propose to fight to suppress this strait, and they still need you to offer treasures."

Hearing the meaning of Yan Fuquan's words, Zhu Xiaoman wiped his tears and explained timidly: "Don't he want you to be happier? I don't know Tae-kun Fujita, how could he give him advice in person?"

"Don't mention these words in front of Mrs. Ma, Mrs. Liu and the others. Women can't hide their words. Once you say them, you will have to pass them into the Japanese's ears." Yan Fuquan glanced at her and reminded her with concern.

"Yeah." Zhu Xiaoman nodded repeatedly, slowly got up, walked up to continue serving Yan Fuquan for food and drink. After a while, hesitated and asked weakly: "Master, why didn't anyone remind the Japanese prince to take action as soon as possible? Don't they all understand the principle of raising tigers to cause trouble."

"What do you want to know about this?" Yan Fuquan impatiently taught the woman's tenderness, and sighed again, explaining in a very low voice, "The Japanese, the Japanese are not sure that they can win. Red Beard got a Maxim heavy machine gun from somewhere. At present, Fujita Tae-jun doesn't even have a cannon in his hand. If he goes into the mountains to suppress bandits, Red Beard only needs to use a heavy machine gun to seal the road, and everyone will have to fill it up with his life."

Afraid that Zhu Xiaoman didn't understand, he paused, and quickly added, "The Japanese are precious and of course they won't block the machine gun hole with their own people. At that time, the one who rushed to the front will definitely be your master's security team again. And you, I am injured, and you may not be able to recover in a while. If Takor Fujita wants to test the loyalty of the people below, you said that the guy who gave him the idea to go into the mountains to suppress bandits will take the lead or not take this head."

"Then, of course, it should be the leader..." Zhu Xiaoman hesitated for a moment and responded loudly. Halfway through his words, he suddenly thought that someone would die if he was shot. He drooped his head and muttered in a low voice, "How could this happen? Aren't the Japanese very rich? How could they not even match the cannon?"

"The stall is too big, and there will inevitably be holes everywhere." When talking about this, Yan Fuquan became more and more worried about his future. "We are pretty good here. At least we have stationed a team of one and a half. In Xingcheng, it is said that the entire county has only sent thirteen imperial troops. Fortunately, Balagencangbeile has always been loyal to the Japanese and has stationed his guards in the city all year round. Otherwise, he would not have to use a red beard and a random horse thief to pick Xingcheng."

There are only thirteen Japanese soldiers in a county. You should know that the area under the jurisdiction of a county on the grassland is much larger than that of a county south of the Great Wall, and the situation is more complicated. The tribes passed down from their ancestors and villages secretly established by Han pioneers, one in the east and one in the west, and seized mushrooms that popped up in rainy days. If the Japanese soldiers wanted to rule all tribes and villages, each Japanese soldier would probably be responsible for at least a hundred miles in a radius. Even if they dismantle their whole body and use them, they would probably not be able to arrange it.

"Then, what should I do?" Zhu Xiaoman's big eyes that had just cried, blinked, and was full of concern for Yan Fuquan. "What should you do? Everyone doesn't make any suggestions. Fujita Tae-jun will take the initiative to find you, if he orders you..."

"It can only be done for a day." Yan Fuquan grinned bitterly, took out the idea he had just thought of meditation at the candle, and discussed it with Zhu Xiaoman. "I guess Takor Fujita felt relieved at this time, so as long as no one suggested that he go to the Red Beard, he could pretend that he couldn't remember it, and at the same time secretly followed the head and asked the head to send troops to support or transfer a few mountain cannons. Before the reinforcements and cannons were transported to the place, um, hiss..."

After biting his teeth hard, Yan Fuquan grabbed a pair of clean chopsticks and poked the wound on his shoulder through the clothes. The wound that had scabbed was immediately stopped from poking it out again. A trace of blood was revealed along the gauze that wrapped the wound, and slowly dyed his entire sleeves through the clothes.

"What are you doing? You're desperate." Zhu Xiaoman was so scared that his eyes were straightened. After a while, he suddenly screamed and jumped up, and snatched Yan Fuquan's chopsticks with both hands. "Let it go, let it go, blood, bleeding, a lot of blood."

"Don't make trouble." Yan Fuquan was so painful that his forehead was sweating, but he refused to hand over the chopsticks to Zhu Xiaoman. "Don't make trouble, be obedient, really don't make trouble. Listen to me, it's better to have some blood now than to lead a team to block the machine gun hole tomorrow."

"You, you can't harm yourself like this." Zhu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, sobbing and letting go of his hand, "I don't allow you to harm yourself. What if you have a few things, what should I do if you call me and my sister?"

"It's far away from the heart." Yan Fuquan pounded a few chopsticks at the wound, and saw that the blood had already wet half of his sleeves, and panted, "It's better than leading the security team to be cannon fodder. Ru Yunlong and the military commander who shot County Magistrate Zhu also went to the Red Beard, and Black Beard. He also owed Red Beard a great favor, and the remaining defeated generals under Huang Beard..."

Suddenly, he put down his chopsticks again, and the toad's face was unstable, "Yellow beard, grandma, why did I forget this mess? There is a way, there is a way. I don't need to be a cannon fodder this time. I will go to find Taijun now, and then I will go to Taijun now. After hearing my idea, he will definitely be so happy tonight that I can't even sleep."
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