Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 149 Take the book away? Take your uncle
Wang Zhifei knew what he wanted to do as soon as he thought about it, but he still asked him: "Tell me, what are the conditions?"

"Take my book away!"

"Huh?! Do you know where we are going? Do you know how many sentries we have to avoid along the way?

You took your books away. Why didn't you move your house? Take your books? Haha! OK!

Dong Jian, get someone to take out all the books in his room."

Wang Zhifei lit a fire in the middle of the yard and watched Dong Jian take out all the books. There were indeed quite a few. If there were no more, it would take a donkey cart to fill it up.

Wang Zhifei took out a book and said, "Let me ask you this: will you leave without a book?"

"Don't go!"

"Good! You have guts! I hope you can hold on, but I'm not optimistic. You can't even be a village head, so you must be a coward."

As Wang Zhifei spoke, he threw a book into the fire.

"You! You! Stop it! Robber, you robber!"

"Robber? Robbers are good!" Wang Zhifei threw two more books in and watched the flames licking the pages, which soon turned into ashes.

"I'll ask you again, are you going or not?"

"Bring my book! I said bring my book."

Wang Zhifei took out four more books and threw them into the fire.

"You can calculate how many books I'll throw next time, shall we? Literati?"

"I, I! You are simply not human beings." Father Meng cried even more miserably than if Meng Fanle had died.

Looking at Mr. Meng crying so miserably, Wang Zhifei suddenly felt a little dull and understood him a little: only those books could build a wall of self-deception for him, and books were his way of self-comfort. Without the embellishment of those books, he would be no better than an ordinary man whom he had always looked down upon.

So, these things are what give him a perfect excuse for everything he does, whether it is right or wrong.

In such a big country, there is not enough space for a desk. This is his reason. However, if he doesn’t even have books, his life will be meaningless.

"Chirp chirp chirp..."

Wang Zhifei listened carefully and realized something was wrong! A group of little quacks came from outside and headed straight here.

"Captain, there is a situation. You'd better come and take a look." Dong Jian looked at Meng's father angrily, then said to Wang Zhifei.

"Well, I'll go take a look. Xiao Gaga is coming outside. Get ready for a fight. Don't let them shoot. Heshun is not far from Xiao Gaga's military camp. After hearing the gunshots, Xiao Gaga will most likely come to support.

Also, put out the fire, knock him out, and take him away later."

"I won't go! I won't..."

Father Meng was knocked unconscious. They removed a door panel and carried him directly to the inner room.

Following Dong Jian's instructions, Wang Zhifei came to a vegetable cellar...

When he came up, he was carrying a woman on his shoulders. She was crazy, but now she had been given an injection of sedative and had calmed down temporarily.

Mr. Meng really is obsessed with having a good son, otherwise Wang Zhifei would have wanted to kill him!

Wang Zhifei collected the book and hid it quickly.

He held six darts between his fingers and hid quietly in the corner.

A burst of unique laughter was heard. This group of people came here to have fun. If Wang Zhifei guessed correctly, the woman in the cellar was their fun.

Sure enough, Little Gaga came over and knocked on the door: "Captain Meng, you open the door and work! Today, Hua Xiaoniao wants something new, crazy people, don't work."

"Crench!"

The door opened, and the ash in the middle of the yard was smoking.

"Captain Meng is not here?"

A dozen or so, not too many! Wang Zhifei thought for a moment and pulled out a stun grenade from his pocket.

"Duang! Buzz..."

"what!"

"Baga!"

"Dead, dead..."

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The dart in Wang Zhifei's hand flew out, and the little Gaga who was rolling on the ground was nailed to death. "Shua!"

With a flash of white light, the eight-sided Han sword in Dong Jian's hand was unsheathed, and like a meteor chasing the moon, it pierced through Xiao Gaga's throat.

With a flick of the wrist, the two little quacks nearby fell down, holding their bleeding throats...

Bajiquan, Iron Mountain relies on it!
"boom!"

Wang Zhifei slammed the last little Ga Ga into the wall, shattering his entire chest and ribs, with fragments of internal organs spraying out of his mouth and nose.

"Let's go! Back to Zenda!"

Wang Zhifei waved his hand and rushed out with everyone.

"Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet..."

"Again enemies? Everyone, take your guns! End the battle quickly and then retreat immediately." Wang Zhifei said as he took out his pistol.

"Da da da……"

There are submachine guns everywhere here, and the fighting took place in Heshun Town, a place full of narrow alleys, so it was almost a close fight.

The Type 38 has no advantage at all in this kind of terrain.

"Oh!"

It turned out to be the sound of a gunpowder gun.

"Chirp..."

Wang Zhifei asked with a bird whistle: Who is it?

"Chirp..."

I don’t know whose bird whistle answered, but the answer made Wang Zhifei confused.
A monk.

Soon, the little Gaga that came to Heshun Town were eliminated, and through the telescope one could even see a group of little Gaga rushing out of the stronghold.

Wang Zhifei threw two explosive packs into Captain Meng's house and then retreated quickly.

"Boom!"

Captain Meng's house was reduced to ruins.

After entering the woods, Wang Zhifei finally understood what the monk in the bird whistle meant.

"Amitabha! I am Shihang."

"I know you, you are the deputy leader, I, I, the little bookworm!"

A young man ran over and pointed at himself and Long Wenjian.

"Oh wow!? Little bookworm? How many books have you eaten, little bookworm?" Wang Zhifei asked with a smile.

"This is not the place to talk. Let's retreat to the woods first."

A man holding a crossbow on their side spoke up.

"Go away, Captain. I really don't know them." Long Wenjian tried his best to deny his relationship with the little bookworm.

"You are the commander of the brigade. I have never eaten books, but I just love reading. I have been to your group, so they call me a little bookworm."

The little bookworm looked at Wang Zhifei and said with a smile.

"Oh, have you read this book? It's very useful."

Wang Zhifei took out a worn book with notes on the side and handed it to the little bookworm and said.

"Militia training manual? Is this for training militia?" said the little bookworm, looking at the pages.

"Of course, in my opinion, you are not even as good as the militia. Okay! Stop watching. There will be plenty of time to watch later.

Everyone, go downstream to Xingtian Ferry, there should be a cable bridge there, let's go there."

Wang Zhifei gave the order.

When they entered the woods, Mother Meng saw Father Meng lying on the door, being carried by four people. She ran over and asked, "Old man, what happened to you?"

"It's okay. I just got a little excited when I heard that I was going to meet Meng Fan. I fainted. I'll be fine after a while.

What the hell is wrong with this crazy girl? " Wang Zhifei pointed at the crazy girl who was also being carried and asked.

(End of this chapter)