Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 194
Sakurai's motorcycle finally stopped.

He didn't know how far he had run so far, nor did he know where he was.

All he knew was that it was pitch black and there were no houses around, and that under the wheels was just a country dirt road, winding and rugged, and he didn't know where the end point was.

The engine was hot, and Sakurai could feel its heat even without direct contact.

I looked at the fuel gauge, and there was not much left, and it was estimated that I would run out of fuel after driving [-] kilometers at most.

Shut down the engine, sit in the car and listen.

All sounds are silent.

It's past 10 o'clock now, and more than two hours have passed since they escaped. I turned my head and glanced at Chuanniao sitting in the bucket, with mixed feelings in my heart, as if the guns were still there, and the guards were still alive.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, Sakurai said slowly, "General, we should be safe!"

The Chuan bird made in a three-wheeled motorcycle, he looked at the sky and sighed, as if in a lifetime, the original team of good-looking guards is gone now.

Mixed feelings, on the one hand feel ashamed, on the other hand feel afraid.

Recalling that when they just opened the door of the carriage, they encountered a burst of machine gun fire from the Eighth Route Army. Two of them died at that time, and several more died in the subsequent escape. I don't know.

After that, he couldn't remember clearly, because after he left the carriage, he turned his body around, shrank his head, and then ignored everything.

Looking up at the starry sky, he asked, "Where is Sayuri?"

Sakurai did not answer, but Yajiro answered his question: "Second Lieutenant Sayuri was captured by the Eighth Route Army in order to cover the general." He was sitting in the back row. Sexually speaking, he was better than Sakurai and Ostrich. more clearly.

What is lost will never come back. Thinking of that graceful figure, Chuanniao couldn't help feeling a little melancholy, "It's hard for her, the Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially, so it shouldn't make things difficult for her!"

There was a burst of floral fragrance from the clothes. After taking a sip, I realized that the military uniform belonged to Sayuri. Because they were about the same height, Yajiro suggested that he and Sayuri should change clothes before running away.

Chuanniao estimated that it was because of changing clothes that he was able to escape smoothly.

Thinking about it this way, he felt relieved, the old one was too old to get rid of, and the new one didn't come, it was just a toy in the first place, and he would find a better one when the time came.

Walking from the bucket, I stretched my muscles and bones.

He took out a cigarette and took a puff, then looked at the rice fields beside the road, thinking to himself, it was still too dangerous outside, and it was still safe in the laboratory.

The red cigarette butt flickered in the dark night, and the faint blue smoke slowly scattered under the cold wind. The white cigarette burned out and was thrown on the ground, stepped on, and then Kawatori sat down again. Back into the bucket of the motorcycle.

"General? Where are we going?" Sakurai asked.

Chuanniao looked at the road under his feet with the help of the moonlight, "Let's go along the road first, and see if we can find a stronghold or a village." After speaking, he looked at his clothes, "Remember, my current military rank is Second Lieutenant! "

"Hi!" Sakurai agreed, started the motorcycle, and drove down the country road.

Ten minutes later, a small village appeared in front of him. Sakurai slowed down the speed of the motorcycle and drove slowly towards the depths of the village.

The village at night was peaceful and peaceful, with no crowing of cocks or barking of dogs, but there was a courtyard at the other end of the village still shining with stars.

Following the light, bypassing the fence, the motorcycle drove into the tea shed that was still in business.

Although they don't understand Chinese, they still know the word "tea" in Chahoro, because the word "tea" is the same regardless of Chinese characters or Japanese.

After escaping for so long, Chuanniao is still thirsty and hungry. Now that he is safe, he naturally wants to go in to eat and drink when he sees the tea shed to relieve his fatigue.

Pushing open the unlocked door, a man and a woman came into view. They looked very simple, and they should be the owner of the tea shed.

The boss is tall, with one eye, and looks a bit fierce; the lady boss has a pair of natural peach blossom eyes, coupled with a slightly plump figure, and the coquettish manner of raising her hands and feet, it makes people think that this woman must have a family background.

Seeing a few Dongying people coming in, the proprietress was not afraid, but walked over with a smile, "How many of you want to be top-notch or stay in the hotel?"

"Let's eat, Missy, Missy, do you understand?" Sakurai said in blunt Chinese.

"Understood!" The proprietress agreed, and then she turned her head and said to the boss: "Damn ghost, do you hear me, don't go and prepare wine and food for the princes, remember to add ingredients."

"En!" The boss responded, then stood up and walked towards the back kitchen.

The devils are tired and hungry now, not only want to eat, but also sleep, so Sakurai folded his hands together, put it next to his ear, and pretended to sleep: "Sleep! Is there any place?"

The proprietress looked around to confirm that the boss was not there, and then whispered: "Sleep? I have to wait until I am in charge and fall asleep."

The ghosts were not good at Chinese, and couldn't understand the implication of the proprietress's words, so Sakurai changed a few poses and gestured for a while before the proprietress understood his real intention.

After figuring out her intentions, the proprietress smacked her lips, imitating Sakurai's gestures and gestures a few times: "Yes! There are big beds and small beds!" After speaking, she leaned over to Sakurai's side and continued to tease , she still likes this handsome little devil, if he agrees, she doesn't mind throwing herself into his arms.

But Sakurai was unmoved, because his immediate boss was right in front of him, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Seeing that teasing Sakurai was fruitless, the proprietress turned her attention to Chuantori, because she thought that apart from Sakurai, this devil looked okay. Although he was older, he was gentle and fair, which was fine. go.

But just as she was about to get close to Kawashima, Yajiro stopped her.

Yajiro, who was full of murderous looks, just stared at her and made her take a step back in fright.

Patting her chest, suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, she said bitterly after a long while: "I'm scared to death, the princes sit down first, and I'll go to the back kitchen to help." After speaking, she backed away shaking her waist.

Ten minutes later, a plate of stewed pork, a few steamed corn buns, and a pot of hot wine were brought up by the boss and placed on the table.

The proprietress picked up the jug, filled the glass with wine, and then asked: "Do the princes need a little girl to accompany them?"

Although I don't understand, Chuantori is also a person who often goes to Fengyue places, so he can guess the general meaning of the proprietress.

He intended to let her stay, but some aspect of him had just been injured, so he didn't allow it, so he waved his hand and let the proprietress go down first.

With wine and meat, and the fatigue of the journey, the devils didn't talk nonsense, and started to deal with the delicious food in front of them.

Not long after, the jug of wine was drained, and there was not much meat left on the plate.

Chuantori put down his chopsticks and patted his stomach, "The food is almost the same, Sakurai-kun is going to ask if the accommodation prepared for us is ready?"

"Hi!" Sakurai felt top-heavy as soon as he stood up, sat down, and after a burst of dizziness, he lay flat on the table and did not move.

Chuantori patted Sakurai, "Sakurai-kun, you drink too much." Before he finished speaking, Chuantori also swayed and fell on the table.

"Baga!" Yajiro finally realized something was wrong at this time, knowing that they had been drugged, so he immediately got up and drew his sword.

As a result, before the knife was pulled out, he fell headlong to the ground, unconscious.

(End of this chapter)