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Chapter 241 Unlucky Xu Qin, unlucky Gui.

Rumble!

There is paradise above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. This has been a prosperous place since ancient times. Now the roar of artillery fire can be heard from this junction.

"Doctor Xu, you retreat first, the Japanese bandits are catching up~!" Yan Shuangying held a gun in both hands, facing the pursuing Japanese bandits, working from left to right, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang, the marksmanship was like a god, it was just to scare people, no one fell down, maybe the distance was too far, and the two tortoise boxes were not as effective as firecrackers.

The strategy of fighting and retreating in this wilderness with no mountains and terrain cannot stop the Japanese pirates who have already killed the red-eyed pirates. The crisscrossing waterways and muddy mud stalls can temporarily provide some blind spots in the field of vision.

The little Japs leader Zhongwei, who was about to catch up with the remnants of the Hua Army, believed that there must be a big shot hidden among the wounded soldiers. The fierce resistance during the pursuit was proof of this. He waved the comfort knife in his hand and shouted hoarsely at Xu Qin and others. In the direction of the person, he shouted: "Give me the kill~!"

Bang bang bang, da da da….

Xu Qin and others were supporting each other. Their whole bodies were sore, their muscles were so painful that they were numb, and their consciousness was blurred. They could not hear other people's voices. They followed the wounded soldiers' camp from the outskirts of the city to retreat. They had been running for their lives for several days, and it was already over. It has reached the limit of the human body, its eyes are blurred, its ears are roaring, its legs are heavy, as if filled with lead, and every step it takes is like a mutilated zombie swaying out of the cage.

One by one, they didn't know where they were, they just ran away with the large army. There were corpses everywhere along the way, and they couldn't even find a clean water source.

That's right, the bald commander was mentally ill. He shouted from the front to resist until the end and never retreat, but then he turned around and ordered a retreat. He didn't even arrange a retreat plan or route, and retreated in a swarm. What's going on? They had to hold back the Japanese bandits, and the cover team and positions were not arranged in advance. It was as if they were left naked behind, leaving the Japanese bandits to shoot.

Xu Qin led the remaining six female medical disciples and the remaining three Taoist soldiers, panting and numb, walking or running day and night. Sometimes, he wanted to give himself a shot and end it all. , his eyelids were drooped and shaky, as if he was about to faint at any moment.

All they saw were rotting corpses in the wilderness. Due to the physical condition of the female medical disciples, they had fallen behind. The remaining people were all the stragglers and wounded who were abandoned by the large army halfway. Xu Qin and others were originally a burden on the urgent march, and now they were With a group of half-life wounded, the situation can be imagined.

The crazy Japanese thieves clung to the chaotic situation of the Bald Army's retreat, like a dog-skin plaster that they couldn't get rid of.

If it weren't for some of the wounded who were still able to fight, who took the initiative to stay and break up the rear, attracting the attention of the Japanese thieves, Xu Qin and other female medical disciples would probably have been dragged away and tied up in a big font by now.

Xu Qin has no regrets. She feels that what she has learned in her life has been put to real use. She has also seen what a cruel battlefield is, what people's hearts are, and what man-made disasters are.

People who have never experienced war advocate war, but they are not the ones who will die. Do they really want to start a war? In this meat-grinder battlefield, it's useless for you, the King of Soldiers, to melt under the heavy artillery, machine guns, planes, and tanks. Whether you can survive depends not on excellent fighting qualities but... luck.

In the dense rain of bullets, people cannot avoid bullets and cannonballs, but luck can. Xu Qin saw with his own eyes that 10,000 people rushed forward, but within the time of one cigarette, only a pile of flesh and blood was left. No one is complete under fire.

Slight injuries are not allowed to leave the line of fire, but... what is a minor injury? As long as you don't die, it doesn't count as an injury. I have seen so many modern people who cry out because of a prick on their finger, but here, just outside the bustling magic city, with intestines hanging under their belly, they are still screaming, rushing towards the Japanese pirates, and staring. There are many ruthless people with big eyes who kill enemies.

Xu Qin was also afraid of death. No one was afraid of death. He had no choice but to do it because he was forced to do it. The cannon was placed on his neck, so why not shoot him?

He Xiu's daughter was also lost. She might have died on the mudflat, or she might have been taken into the concession by a kind person. No one knows.

The fighting and the sound of grenades a few hundred meters behind him have ended. The Japanese pirates, who have sufficient supplies and high morale, will stay lying on the ground, holding bayonets and stabbing the wounded soldiers who have been cut off by the doctors one by one. In and out, continue the pursuit.

Xu Qin was powerless. In the small-scale attack just now, the last Taoist soldiers around him had died. They were humans, not gods.

Bang bang bang!

Da da da~.

Xu Qin and the other women, who had already put scalpels on their necks, heard the sound of gunfire coming from the water channel cave on the left and opened fire on the Japanese bandit team in the distance.

In an instant, five or six people lay down. The remaining people quickly lay down and began to set up mortars, find their bearings, and test fire.

The war was about to break out. After a few rounds of attacks on this small group of Japanese pirates who entered alone, they were already half lying down.

But the Japanese pirates' rumbling mortar bombardment has not stopped. In terms of training level, the Japanese pirates are obviously more sophisticated. They have prepared for the invasion for many generations. Now, basically all of them are their elites. Like later, as the battlefield expands, all kinds of monsters and monsters are pulled into the team.

Xu Qin was so tired that she felt like she was going to die. She didn't know who was in the reed swamp, but... the only ones who could fight the Japanese were her own people. As soon as the breath in her heart was relieved, she fell into a drowsy sleep. past.

In a daze, Xu Qin felt that she had returned to modern times and the Meng family. She thought of Meng Yanchen, her adoptive mother, Song Yan who pretended to be cool every day but was actually useless and didn't even have common sense, and his cousin. He Xiu also said that he would bring Yang Chaoyue over next time he went there... He thought of all the bits and pieces of his life. The love he thought was happy and beautiful turned into pieces after marriage, and the couple's life was disgusting with each other. Suppressed depression has occurred.

The last thought fell on the face of another gangster, but this gangster was different from Song Yan. This gangster knew magic and brought himself into this era of cannibalism.

Damn He Xiu, come pick me up quickly. If you don't come, I... I will change men again.

This woman, at this moment when she felt like she was about to die, didn't even think of her missing daughter. That was enough... enough.

In Kawachi, He Xiu received the report of the battle in the Magic City that already knew the outcome. The results are a little better than what I remembered. At least during the Bald Retreat, our army intervened in the middle and blocked some of the pursuing Japanese troops. This expanded the results and made the data less ugly. This also saved a lot of the main force's retreat. , this was the first good start from passive to active. Although it ended up at the cost of retreat, it inspired the determination of all intellectuals to resist.

The forces that relied on the bald head made a lot of money after this battle. The donations of money and goods from those warm-blooded compatriots were resold, which directly made them a lot fatter, and added a lot of beauty to Huaqi Bank. knife.

They don't care about Japanese pirates at all, and they don't care whether the mountains and rivers change hands. Businessmen put money first. Once they make enough, they can immigrate at any time anyway. This is their true idea. They are doing whatever they can to maximize their profits. Don't go to extremes.

All they have to do is cry poverty in the newspaper. When the upper and lower lips touch each other like this, there will always be people who donate money and materials frantically, faster than they can be robbed. What business is better than using words to make a profit without any capital? Look. They looked at those people who were in rags and still donated French currency, and they even laughed at the stupidity of these people.

Maybe it’s really stupid. Aren’t there many people in later generations who donated money to the Red Cross? I really thought they would give money and goods to the poor. In fact, most of the money went into the pockets of people who were not short of money. "Master, what's the matter with Sister Xu?"

He Xiu was listening to the reports of Ren Tingting and others. When he suddenly heard Xu Qin's question, he couldn't help but feel a headache? It's not difficult to find her, but the journey is a bit long.

In addition, there are tragic man-made disasters, chaos in the heavens, and murderous auras everywhere. Most of the monks nowadays use the power of heaven to practice magic. Those who were not in the Yangshen realm in the past could not penetrate the thick murderous aura and their own magic power. Too little. After two uses of the spell, the Dantian was completely exhausted. He Xiu might have been directly suppressed like a mortal, with three flowers and five qi blocked.

After thinking for a while, he said: "I have already sent Xiaohong and Hongpao in Kyoto to rush over. Now that the war situation is eroding, we, the flower growers, still have a lot to do. I will set off north tomorrow. By the way, I will start from Coffin Gorge. Have you sorted out everything you brought back?"

"Gold, porcelain, jade and other heavy items have been sorted out and put into account books and boxes in the treasure house. The silverware has been transported to the equipment room to extract the mithril and copperware... But we don't recognize those bamboo slips recorded in ancient writings either. That kind of word"

"Well, it's okay. Just keep it well. It will be useful in the future. If we don't know the words, people in the future will know them."

"Husband, you said there are many Nether Gods in the underworld on the battlefield. Will Hongpao and Xiaohong go there...!"

"No, where are they wearing the Maoshan Army and Horses brand? As long as they don't participate in the battlefield, Hades won't care."

For the underworld, the outbreak of the war will make them extremely busy. They already have a bad temper. If any of the short-sighted people dare to go there and cause trouble, they may be taken away in a wave. Don’t fight against anyone. The consequences of Gu Changcun's confrontation will be absolutely serious. He Xiu doesn't want to be hunted down, so the protagonist who has a stupid idea goes to find enemies for himself.

Winter, November 25th, twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China.

Wuxi in Suzhou Province fell, and the Thirteenth Japanese Bandit Division launched a fierce attack on Jiangyin. This time there was no Yan Yingyuan from the late Ming Dynasty, but the fierce fighting and resistance were still fierce.

"Ahem!" Xu Qin woke up faintly, and saw an earthen house with dim light. Because of the severe cold weather, he had been running for his life for many days, and his body was exhausted, and he had been suffering from a high fever for a long time.

His mind was dizzy, his vision was a little blurry, and his throat felt like it was roasted by red-hot charcoal. He had to be careful when swallowing, and the breathing in his lungs caused by the rise and fall of his chest was like a broken bellows in a blacksmith shop.

The female medical disciple who was bathing with a group of women at the door was always paying attention to what was going on in the room. When she heard Xu Qin coughing when she woke up, she quickly stood up and walked in.

The ice-cold water made my hands red from the cold. They were swollen and itchy due to frostbite. He casually wiped water on both sides of his wide cotton pants, picked up a small charcoal basin, and walked in.

"Mother, you're awake!" A clear and melodious voice sounded like a lark.

When Xu Qin heard the voice of her relatives, she felt relieved. Just now, she was still thinking about whether she would find herself in the room of an old bachelor with old yellow teeth and a smelly mouth. Woolen cloth.

Xu Qin didn't speak, her throat hurt so much, and she took every breath carefully, she just stretched out her hand to grab the female disciple's hand.

The female disciple called Lai Di. Of course, this was her original name. She was the daughter of a disaster victim that He Xiu brought back to Yinxian Valley from Zhejiang Province.

According to He Xiu, this younger brother's name was a feudal derogation of women. Xu Qin took it seriously, so he gave this younger brother the Taoist name Yunji according to the name of the Three Mountains Blood Sect.

The person who makes the word is blessed, and it also means a covenant.

Yundi knew what Xu Qin meant, and quickly took Xu Qin's outstretched hand with both hands, put it into the straw-filled quilt, and said comfortingly: "Mother, don't worry, the six of us are fine, they are helping in the village. Although there is no medicine to treat injuries and illnesses, we received a message from the Lord last night, saying that the elder red-robed Fire Ghost King has passed through the Netherworld and came to find us, but for some reason he has not arrived yet. "

Hearing Yun Ji's words, Xu Qin felt relieved. This move seemed to have pulled some strings, and he coughed suddenly. "Cough cough cough cough"

His throat hurt so much that Xu Qin wanted to take a knife and cut out the lymph nodes inside. Of course, he was just thinking about it. After all, lymph nodes are an important organ for epidemic prevention. Without it, it would be as terrible as a country without its air defense force.

Hongpao encountered a trouble. She was on her way from the underworld with a group of fierce ghosts and a bunch of supplies, but on the way she encountered an army of Yin soldiers who gathered ghosts from the Songhu area and returned to Guimen Pass.

The carriages lined up in endless lines were filled with wailing ghosts. On both sides were floating Yin soldiers, holding ghost forks and lanterns, looking fiercely at the Japanese thieves who wanted to get out. The ghost is just a prick.

The Japanese bandits who are evil in the world are now in bad luck, because the yellow people are all ghosts directly under the jurisdiction of the underworld, and they are all the ancient evil spirits of the flower growers. It is conceivable that they will face them next. Yes, it's endlessly painful. It's fair and just on the surface, but...who cares about wearing small shoes?

Although they are no longer human, they still have the concept of their hometown. After all, that is their best memory as human beings.

Hongpao herself wears the badge of Maoshan Bingma Ke, but... the ghost she brought has not arrived yet and she needs to urgently apply for a passport. He is still an ancient fugitive ghost.

It's like a fugitive walking and meeting a policeman returning from a mission. The problem is that people can tell at a glance that you are a fugitive, so... you can imagine the consequences.

Hongpao was arguing with reason. Fortunately, the ghost leader led by the ghosts was from Maoshan, and he was still offering incense, so Hongpao was not arrested as the leader of the escaped ghosts.

Because of the chaos in the timelines of the two realms, Hongpao walked the underworld for the first time. She didn’t know the rules at all. In her opinion, it was a delay of one stick of incense. But when she walked out of the underworld and returned to the earth, it had already passed. It's been three days.

Xiaohong, who came from Yanjing, was even more unlucky. She met a new Xuanmen disciple who might have been born. It must be said that she was an evil spirit. She was holding a compass all the way, waving a peach wood sword in her hand, and howling with several of her fellow disciples. Hunt her down.

(End of this chapter)