Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

"Don't move, don't move!"

Director Wang was afraid that the gun would go off, so he quickly stopped his subordinates, but his subordinates did not put down their guns at this time, but looked at Demu and the others vigilantly.

These people can be regarded as living a life of licking blood.At that time, the streets were very uneven, and as patrolmen, they might die on the streets at any time.

So they were very nervous. After all, without warning, the Japanese in front of them made a move.

And seeing that his subordinates refused to put down their guns, Director Wang also understood.With a cold face, he said, "Mr. Sun? Although these people are death row prisoners, they can't be killed here. The death row prisoners died in the city. How can I explain to Shangfeng?"

Sun Shimao quickly apologized, and then pulled Director Wang aside and said: "There are too many imperial troops. Kill the prisoners and put on their clothes, so that everyone can leave the city. Of course, I will not let the brothers take this risk in vain. Yes, after leaving the city, I will give you ten small yellow croakers, and each brother will get one. How about it? With this money, you, Director Wang, will be able to live a good life even if you quit being the director.”

"Fuck it! Ten gold bars, such a big event, can it be over? At least twenty, two for each of us brothers. If you don't want to, you can find a way to get out of the city."

Director Wang immediately became angry, and it was obvious from his face that he immediately fell off.

Sun Shimao was helpless, because the urgency was imminent. If they didn't leave the city tonight, it might be difficult to leave tomorrow.The search and arrest of the whole city has been going on. I am afraid that before tomorrow morning, the whole of Kaifeng will be searched by the garrison and gendarmerie.

So when that time comes, where else can they hide?
Thinking of this, Sun Shimao nodded and said: "I agree to all your conditions, let the imperial army change clothes, shall we go out of the city?"

At this time, Director Wang stretched out his hand, meaning money.

Sun Shimao smacked his lips and said, "What else can I do without you?"

Director Wang sneered and said: "Mr. Sun, you just go out of the city. Then who do I ask for money? And I can't see the money. Look at my brothers, can they agree? These people , let me tell you, I don’t rub the sand in my eyes. Hmph!”

Sun Shimao had no choice but to open the small box he carried with him.

Under the moonlight, each gold bar was shining golden. Director Wang was very moved when he saw it, and thought: It is better to make money by doing the medicinal material business.

When he was young, Sun Shimao took out the gold bars and handed them over to Director Wang.Director Wang put ten gold bars in each of his left and right pockets, and then called all his subordinates, each with two gold bars.

One of them put the gold bar in his mouth and bit it twice to confirm that it was real, and then he laughed.

At the same time, Demu became a little impatient and asked, "Can I go? If I can go, remove the handcuffs and shackles from these condemned prisoners, and we need to change clothes."

"Okay, okay! Brothers, get busy."

Director Wang yelled, and with money, these people's actions were obviously different, there were smiles on their faces, and their actions improved a lot.

Demu looked at the person in front of him with disdain, and thought: This is the Chinese, as long as they are given enough benefits, they can even sell their ancestors.

After a while, the handcuffs and shackles on the death row prisoners were all removed, and even the clothes of the death row prisoners were taken off by the patrolmen.

Director Wang laughed and said, "Mr. Demu, these brothers of mine are serving you well, right?"

Demu smiled and said: "Yes, it can be seen that these brothers of yours are all great talents. They have a bright future in their work."

"Hehe! Thank you, Mr. Demu, for your compliment."

Director Wang greeted Demu, and then took his own people to drag the corpses to a place where no one was there.Demu and others took the opportunity to change into the clothes of death row prisoners.

These condemned prisoners didn't know how long they had lived in the cell, and how long had it been since they hadn't bathed and changed their clothes. They smelled like greasy mud all over their bodies, and many of them had lice on their bodies. Demu and others felt itchy when they put on their clothes.

Sun Shimao was even more so, complaining: "What kind of clothes are these? It's so dirty, how can I wear them?"

Demu said indifferently: "I don't think these are enough. Our hair and face are too clean. Use soil to smear the face black, and there must be ashes on the hair."

With that said, Demu took the lead in grabbing the soil and rubbing it on his head.

The devil's spies followed suit one after another. They have all received professional training, let alone grabbing a handful of dirt and throwing it on their heads, they have eaten shit.

So it's not unreasonable for the little devil to be ruthless.

But on the contrary, Sun Shimao can't do it. He has no training at all, and he is the son of a rich family.He grabbed a handful of soil, thought about it and sprinkled it on the ground, and then used the floating soil on his hand to apply it on his face like powder.

Demu on the side looked panicked with hatred, and said in his heart: I'm about to run for my life now, why are you still being so pretentious?
He winked at his subordinates, and the two devils grabbed two handfuls of dirt and slapped them on Sun Shimao's head, and then rubbed them together.

"Hey, hello!"

Sun Shimao yelled, but those two devils wouldn't listen to him. In just a moment, they made Sun Shimao's hair look like a piece of rag.

Sun Shimao's hair was smeared with pomade, and when this thing stuck to dirt, his hair became in pieces.

At this moment, Sun Shimao felt uncomfortable as if there was a magic spell on his head.

But just when he wanted to complain, he didn't want Demu to praise: "Sun Sang, among us, only you are the most like a death row prisoner, hahaha!"

"Hey! Hey! Yes, yes!"

Sun Shimao grinned to accompany him, obviously enjoying Demu's praise very much.

However, at this moment, Director Wang came back with people, and several patrolmen were about to put on handcuffs and shackles for Demu and others.

One of the devils scolded Baga.

"Grandma, Baga, what's wrong with you? Death row prisoners don't wear handcuffs or shackles. Are they still called death row prisoners? If you want to die, we won't stop you. Don't drag us to die together."

One of the patrolmen immediately cursed.

The devil knew Chinese, and when he heard the other party scolding him, he wanted to beat the policeman.But at this time, Tokumu scolded in Japanese: "Baga, this brother is right. We are now on death row. How can we pass the checkpoint if we don't bring these?"

"Hi!"

The devil agent bowed and stepped aside.At this time, Demu said to Director Wang: "Director Wang, although we are wearing handcuffs and shackles, the key must be in our hands. Is this okay?"

Director Wang thought for a while, and then said: "The problem is that there is no problem, but if we encounter that kind of serious city gate guard who wants to check, we will be suspected if we don't have the key. And you have Carrying a gun, and the suitcase you're carrying, will give us away.

Let me tell you, we risk losing our heads when we do this kind of thing.

So I hope that Mr. Demu can understand the feelings of the brothers, after all you are gone, we still have to live in Kaifeng.And we have to find a way to dispose of those corpses just now, otherwise we won't be able to stay in Kaifeng City. "

Demu nodded, but felt that what Director Wang said was reasonable, so he stopped insisting, and just asked: "Our box is very important, where is the safest place to put it?"