Bright Sword: The Flowers of War

Chapter 13 Quarrel
Seeing that the soldiers had nothing to say, the women became even more unrestrained. They even ignored the objections of Chen Qiaozhi and the group of female students, set up a table, smoked cigarettes, and played mahjong. In no time, the huge cellar was filled with smoke.

Wang Xiaozhen, Meng Shujuan, and a group of female students were furious when they saw this scene. They rushed into the cellar and started arguing with Yu Mo and the others.

With her hands on her hips and her almond-shaped eyes wide open, Meng Shujuan snapped at Yu Mo and the others, "Aren't you all shameless? It's one thing to sneak over the wall and come in, but now you're bringing these bad habits into this sacred place. Do you believe I'll kick you all out?"

"Ouch, ouch..."

Yu Mo chuckled twice, pointed at Meng Shujuan, and said to the group of sisters with a coquettish smile, "Look at this world, everyone... what kind of world is this? Even a little girl who hasn't lost her baby hair dares to point at us and boss us around."

They even said we brought these bad habits into a sacred place. If this place is truly sacred, why didn't your God protect you? Instead, even his sacred servants were bombed to death by the Japanese!

"Hahaha……"

As soon as Yu Mo finished speaking, all the prostitutes along the Qinhuai River burst into laughter, like a flock of hens incubating their eggs.

Someone nearby laughed and said to the group of female students, "Little sisters... I bet you've never even tasted the flavor of a man before."

"The Japanese are about to invade, do you want us to help you? Don't underestimate us just because we're women, we can also dress up as men..."

"boom……"

Before the woman could finish speaking, a muffled gunshot rang out in the cellar. In the confined space of the cellar, the gunshot was terrifyingly loud, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

The sudden gunshot startled everyone. The two wounded men who were still able to move on the bed even rolled off the bed as if by reflex. Yu Mo and the other women who made a living on the banks of the Qinhuai River screamed in fright, and the entire cellar was filled with noise for a moment.

"Wow..."

The cellar door was suddenly pushed open, and Li Gaoyuan and several soldiers from the training team rushed in with rifles in hand.

"Who...who fired the shot?"

As his voice fell, everyone's gaze slowly turned to Meng Shujuan, who was standing in front of Yu Mo.

The young girl was deathly pale, her trembling hands gripping a dark pistol tightly. A wisp of smoke was slowly rising from the muzzle, which was pointed diagonally at Mo Yu and the group of women behind her.

Seeing Meng Shujuan pointing a pistol at Yu Mo and the others with trembling hands, Li Gaoyuan felt his heart race. He was about to shout angrily, but the words instantly dropped several decibels. He put the rifle behind his back and tried to speak in the softest voice possible.

“Young lady… don’t get agitated, put the gun down… yes… put it down first, take a deep breath…”

As Li Gaoyuan spoke, he slowly approached Meng Shujuan and then extended his palm towards her.

"Come on... give me the gun..."

"no!"

Meng Shujuan, who had already calmed down, refused to listen to this. She put the pistol behind her back and looked at him warily: "This gun was given to me by Brother Su. I can't give it to you!"

"Brother Su?"

Li Gaoyuan was slightly taken aback. "Are you talking about Su Yaoyang?"

"It's him! Do you know Brother Su?" Meng Shujuan's expression brightened when she heard Li Gaoyuan mention Su Yaoyang's name. She raised the pistol that was behind her back again, which startled Li Gaoyuan, who hurriedly said, "Be careful... be careful with the weapon in your hand, don't let it go off accidentally."

"Oh...oh...I'm so sorry."

Meng Shujuan felt a little embarrassed, awkwardly locking the safety and putting the pistol into her bosom. "You..."

Seeing Meng Shujuan's actions, Li Gaoyuan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Miss... it's not appropriate for a girl to play with guns. How about I keep it for you?"

"Do not……"

A wary expression instantly appeared on Meng Shujuan's face. "This was a gift from Brother Su. I can't give it to you."

"you……"

Li Gaoyuan shook his head helplessly: "Fine, if you don't want to, then forget it. But you have to promise me that you will never fire your guns indiscriminately again, especially not at your own people."

"I didn't fire at my own people either."

Meng Shujuan's face flushed slightly. "I just wanted to scare her a little. Who told her to have such a foul mouth?"

"Who's using foul language? We're all Chinese, we were just playing cards here, what did that do to offend you? And you even pulled out a gun, who are you trying to scare?"

Upon seeing Li Gaoyuan and his group arrive, the women from the banks of the Qinhuai River felt emboldened and spoke louder.

"You're talking nonsense... This is our church, what right do you have to barge in?"

They say three women make a drama, but now with dozens of women together, the entire cellar was filled with their arguing. Li Gaoyuan felt his head buzzing, almost turning into mush.

Li Gaoyuan could tell that these women from the banks of the Qinhuai River were no pushovers, and the female students in the church were equally formidable, especially Meng Shujuan, that fiery young woman, who had even pulled out a gun, ready to unleash her weapon at the slightest provocation.

When it comes to fighting, Li Gaoyuan is definitely a master, but when it comes to mediating neighborhood disputes or conflicts between women, that's not his forte at all.

"Alright... all of you, stop arguing. Since you've moved into someone else's property, you should abide by the host's rules and stop playing cards here."

After saying that, he looked at the group of female students and said, "And you, although you are all church students of St. Paul's Church, what time is it now? The Japanese could invade at any time. Are you still fighting among your own people? Is that reasonable?"

At this point, Li Gaoyuan looked at Meng Shujuan: "And you, Su Yaoyang gave you this gun for self-defense, not for you to use against your own compatriots. Is what you're doing appropriate?"

"I……"

Meng Shujuan also lowered her head, her face flushed, and she didn't say anything.

Seeing that everyone remained silent, Li Gaoyuan let out a long sigh of relief and waved his hand: "Alright, everyone, disperse. George Chen... John... you all come with me..."

George Chen glanced at John, who shrugged and followed Li Gaoyuan over.

After the three of them stopped, Li Gaoyuan looked at Chen Qiaozhi and asked, "I saw a truck parked outside. Is it from your church?"

“Yes,” Chen Qiaozhi nodded, “but the car is broken.”

"I know, there are still these foreigners here."

Li Gaoyuan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, offered one to John, and then took out a match to light it for him.
"Ask him if he can fix the truck outside?"

(End of this chapter)