With Wang Xu's insistence, Uncle Zhong no longer refused and the three of them headed towards the restaurant.

Ping'an County is not big and looks rich, but the restaurant inside is pretty good.

The three-story small wooden building is located on the main road outside the city, 500 meters away from the city gate, and even the Japanese soldiers smoking on the city wall can clearly see here.

When Wang Xu and his friends went upstairs, there was a storyteller in the second floor lecturer in the classroom, talking about storytellers in a daze.

Several people stopped and heard the storyteller, and only heard the storyteller say, "Guan Yu squinted his eyes, held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, rode a red rabbit BMW, and his beautiful beard drifted with the wind, headed straight to the battlefield, shouting, "If a family does not kill an unknown young general, they will be the general's name."

The general opposite was not showing any weakness. He carried the four-light golden mace in his hand, and rushed to the crown with anger, shouting: Is Qin Qiong the same in a certain family!"

"Qin Qiong, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

When Wang Youfu heard that he was calling Qin Qiong, he was stunned for a moment, grabbed the guy who led the way, and asked, "Can Qin Qiong fight with Guan Yu?"

"Yes, why can't it? This storytelling is called Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong." The guy led the way for Wang Xu and the others, and said as he walked: "Master Han Fuju asked someone to sing a party on his birthday. At the beginning, they were acting in Guan Gong's plays. Guan Gong was so powerful, and Han warlords were unhappy. Guan Gong was from Shanxi, so who would take care of Shanxi? It belongs to Yan Laoxi, and Han Damai was in Shandong.

He thought: I was competing with Yan Laoxi, how could I let Shanxi show off my power in my family? This is not possible. So he gave the order, isn’t there a hero from Shandong Qin Qiong? Let Qin Qiong fight Guan Gong and let others see how powerful we Shandong people are, and then this drama will come."

After saying this, the guy took Wang Xu and others to a position by the window and started adding tea and pouring water.

Wang Youfu was not very knowledgeable and was a monk who could not read a big word, with a confused expression on his face.

Wang Xu shook his head secretly. If he took Wang Youfu's appearance and posted it online, it would immediately become a popular emoticon package. Maybe it could be matched with it. There is also such an operation that scares the baby. If I read less, don't lie to me. Such a type of text pattern.

"Hey, come back to your senses!"

Uncle Zhong held a teacup and stuffed it into his hand, revealing the expression of a person who came over, saying, "These storytellers and scripts are just writing a few tricks. If you are serious about them, you will lose!"

"Uncle Zhong, do you still understand this?" Wang Youfu is a martial monk. He doesn't know many words and respects all those with literary talent.

Uncle Zhong picked up the tobacco pot, lit it with a match, sucked a few times, and said, "What's the matter? I was a clerk in a restaurant back then, and I also thought about the script with the storyteller. Their routine is that no matter how you lay the groundwork, no matter how digging a hole, no matter what the plot or not, you just write a few tricks, just pick up the pen and do it."

The two bodyguards around him were bragging, but Wang Xu did not follow the supporting actor and started ordering the dishes with the recipe.

This restaurant is of good size and has a complete range of dishes.

Wang Xu considered himself and had two bodyguards' tastes. He flipped over the menu and said, "Braised lion head, Mapo tofu, dry pot dog meat, spicy chicken, seafood fish soup, and elbow..."

There are more meat and vegetables and fewer vegetarian dishes. If you put them in real society, you will definitely be blamed for death if you are so much.

But this is the Republic of China in 1940. Ordinary people can’t afford to eat, and they don’t see two taels of meat a year. Of course, the more meat the more they are, the more enjoyable it is.

"Boss Wang, this is so expensive!" Old Zhong and the other guys were bragging. When they heard Wang Xu ordering food, their saliva was about to flow.

Wang Xu waved his hand and said indifferently: "Only you can eat well can you do well. My safety is in your hands. What is this simple meal?"

When Lao Zhong heard this, he quickly spoke, "This is not a simple meal, I..."

Before he could finish his words, the sound of a car whistle came from outside the restaurant.

These days, cars are rare things. When you hear the movement outside, you will know that the Japanese military vehicles are coming.

Wang Xu raised his hand slightly, stopped Lao Zhong's words and looked out the window.

As we saw seven or eight Japanese military vehicles coming from afar, there were hundreds of Japanese soldiers on it, and there were thousands of puppet troops marching behind them.

"What happened? Thousands of people were dispatched at one time. This was a big move!" Lao Zhong stopped smoking and lay on the window and stretched his neck to look out.

Wang Xu was also observing. He found that these people were mixed with wounded people, obviously they had just returned from the battle.

"Huh!" When the last military vehicle passed, Wang Xu suddenly noticed that there was a woman tied to the military vehicle.

He didn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but only saw her wearing gray coarse cloth clothes, surrounded by at least seven or eight guns, as if she was treating a serious offender or a key offender.

"What's the origin of this woman?" Wang Xu was a little confused. He couldn't think of what the Japanese had to do to take back a woman.

Then, before he could continue thinking, he heard a surprise from the guests at the table next to him: "Good guy, isn't that woman Yang Xiuqin? Yesterday, he was in Zhao Jiayu, and he was magnificently posing for wine. It is said that he married Li Yunlong, the leader of the Independent Group. How could she be in the hands of the Japanese?"

"Yang Xiuqin!" Wang Xu looked again quickly, but unfortunately the military vehicle had already walked away.

I didn't see Yang Xiuqin, but this plot had already appeared in Wang Xu's mind.

Li Yunlong married Yang Xiuqin, but because of the betrayal of the traitor, Yangjiayu was raided by Yamamoto's special operations team at night, and Yang Xiuqin was also captured by Yamamoto's men.

Because of this, Li Yunlong urgently attacked Ping'an County and also said a popular Internet word... Second Battalion Commander, my Italian cannon.

"What a coincidence, I caught up with the big scene!" Wang Xu knew this plot, and remembered that Li Yunlong won a great victory, broke Ping'an County and wiped out all the defenders in the county.

However, it is not without regrets, on the contrary, this is a tragedy.

At the end of the battle, Yamamoto used Yang Xiuqin to threaten Li Yunlong's attack.

As a result, Yang Xiuqin and Yamamoto both died under the fire of artillery, and Lao Li was also in pain and could not rescue his wife even if he broke the county town.

"Trace!" Thinking of the tragedy, Wang Xu couldn't help but think secretly, could he do something?

After thinking for a long time, no matter how Wang Xu thought about it, he couldn't think of something that could be changed.

If Yamamoto refused to let anyone go, Lao Li would attack the county town, and Yang Xiuqin would be taken as a hostage, leaving a scene of burning all over the world.

Unless Yang Xiuqin is rescued before Li Yunlong attacks the county town, what should have happened will happen, which is a destined situation.

"Old Zhong, can you rescue a person from the Japanese dungeon?" Wang Xu was not a professional, so he could only turn to Lao Zhong and ask.

Lao Zhong smiled bitterly, knocked on the tobacco pot in his hand, and whispered: "That's impossible. The Japanese dungeons are often in the gendarmerie. Unless they are strongly attacked, it's useless to save people. Even if you give me a hundred people."

After hearing Lao Zhong's words, Wang Xu nodded silently.

This is the real battlefield, 1940 under the smoke of gunpowder, not a magical anti-Japanese drama.

The scene like two or three people can rescue people from the Japanese dungeon does not exist in reality.

Even if there is one, it has been planned in detail and a large number of people have been dispatched to rescue him.

And Wang Xu did not have these conditions. He didn't even know where the dungeon was. How to save people, it was almost the same to die.

"Hey, no, it seems there is a way..."
Chapter completed!