Knight of the Light

The responsibilities of the eight rescued persons vary. For example, Fu Fengjun used his identity to communicate between Changsha and Shanghai for confidential communication. There are still others who edit mimeographed documents, those who lead the women’s movement, and those who lead the workers.

But now the organization is destroyed and the court is robbed again. As long as Chairman Qian Qiancheng's brain is not damaged, he will hunt for it and search it.

Eight people have to avoid the limelight.

Zhou Qingfeng is unfamiliar with his life, he is more blind than others. There are only half of the weapons in the 70-kilogram material, and there is not much ammunition. The other half is eating and drinking. I thought he would eat for a week, but now there are nine people.

The supply can save two or three days at most, and nine people must find a place to settle quickly.

Before going on the road, Zhou Qingfeng had to do some training for eight people. He picked up a lot of discarded firearms and ammunition in the city, a total of a dozen. Some guns were destroyed during the battle, and he also picked them up.

"Does anyone play with guns?"

Ma Ying raised his hand.

Zhou Qingfeng seized a ‘Browning m1900’ from the body of the pseudo-director, commonly known as ‘Gun Brand Luzi’. Not much ammunition, but this gun is good.

The gun was given to Ma Ying.

Zhou Qingfeng was not at ease and asked Ma Ying to shoot him a few shots. Ma Ying was reluctant to start with ammunition at first, but still fired several rounds at a stone placed ten meters away.

After shooting, Zhou Qingfeng shook his head straight, "As soon as you pull the trigger hard, the muzzle is twisted with the direction of your finger, and the bullet falls a few meters away. The target you can hit is strange. You can only listen to the fright when you shoot. people."

He arrested several other people to test, and found that the revolutionaries would not use guns at all. When it comes to will, they are all strong; when it comes to fighting, they are all weak scholars.

In addition, the seized firearms were of inferior quality, and most of them were rotten goods from the Beiyang period. The rifles were smoothed out, and there were a lot of stinks in the ammunition. But even stinks can't be lost. Pick it out and have the chance to reinstall it.

If you think about the hundreds of rounds of bullets destroyed by the robbery, the violent firepower and the randomly discarded shells are absolute luxury.

"You can't do this, the guns are in your hands. I saved you this time, but the next time the enemy comes, you will still be caught."

Zhou Qingfeng blushed a few people.

"Find an opportunity. I'll get more ammunition. You have to learn how to arm yourself."

Everyone squeezed again, Zhou Qingfeng drove on the road. Qingtai is a small town. From Changsha County, there were only farm roads, bumps and bumps.

The robbery court was at noon, and it was already afternoon when Zhou Qingfeng arrived in Changsha County. Fortunately, there is a car, otherwise you can't escape by two legs.

But the sky soon became dark and the road was bad again. The drive to Qingtai can only be called slowly moving, and the speed is ten kilometers.

Annoying is the difficulty of recognizing the road at night. The stolen T car was an early model. Not only were the wheels made of wood, but the lights were not electric lights, but acetylene lights.

This **** is really crazy. Driving at night still has to rely on Uncle Zhou's eyes-fortunately, the dark vision of the perfect body is still there.

It is also difficult to see the road, because everyone only knows that Qingtai is in the north of Changsha County, and the specific thing must rely on the compass brought by Zhou Qingfeng to estimate the direction of the past.

If he could not find the way, Zhou Qingfeng had to use a flashlight to find someone in the village along the way.

The villagers of this year are extremely vigilant to outsiders. Either they will not allow Zhou Qingfeng to enter the village, or they should not enter the village and knock on the door—because there are bandits at night.

Even if it is difficult to find the people in the village, he still has to pray that he speaks in an orderly manner, not to point the direction and the road.

Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to be able to arrive before dark, but in fact he could only pick a village to break into it halfway through, caught the village chief and stayed overnight at the chief's house.

All eight were exhausted and needed a break.

Before embarking on the road the next day, Zhou Qingfeng would like to ask Ma Ying and others whether they have learned a report on "Inspection of the Peasant Movement". But he did not dare to speak, and only asked eight people to go to the village to investigate whether the caretaker was good or bad.

"Just be a social practice."

Before the break last night, Zhou Qingfeng chatted with Ma Ying and others, and found that this group of guys did not know how to fight, and the ability to rebel was not as strong as his strange earth-bun lord.

The "Dragon Slaughter Technique" printed in middle school textbooks decades later has not yet spread, and it has not been widely accepted.

Ma Ying and others are intellectuals with excellent knowledge, but they are too young to be grounded.

Whether Zhou Qingfeng's image or talk, he is not a poor man at first glance. They are willing to talk to it. But are the villagers in tattered clothes, with a sorrowful face, afraid of shrinking...

"I can't ask these things for me to teach?" Zhou Qingfeng was furious, but he could only take eight people to form a research and study group, knocking on the door of the villagers door to door.

Say hello, close, smiley, ask a few people in the family, ask a few acres of land, whether to raise cattle and pigs, how much food to eat a year, how much millet to pay, geometry of labor, geometry of taxes.

It stands to reason that Uncle Zhou robbed the court, how far should he go, and decided to go to Qingtai, then hurry and go. But he was a good teacher in an unknown village, teaching several revolutionary parties how to do research.

The village is small, with only dozens of households, a population of more than 200, and general poverty. There are not many disabilities and serious illnesses because they die quickly. The majority of adults are in their twenties, and the only one who can survive forty is the caretaker.

A whole day passed like this...

Before it was dark again, the children in the village hurried back and shouted: "The Qingxiang Tuan is here, a lot!"

There are hundreds of people coming from the village entrance. The clothes are colorful and the bees are reunited. At first glance, no one can find the leader. The villagers panicked, and the families closed their doors and windows, all hiding.

The Qingxiang group probably came in search of rut marks, but they were equipped with unsightly choppers, darts, and no gun was seen.

The people from Bailai entered the village on three sides and screamed and surrounded Zhou Qingfeng and others.

At this time, a guy wearing cotton cloth, who didn't look like a rich man, shouted loudly: "Chairman Cheng has orders to seize the robbers in the robbery and reward the 100 oceans."

Zhou Qingfeng is tall and strong. He was furious when he heard the reward: "This is looking down on people. Is Laozi worth a hundred oceans?"

Boom...

The brain in cotton was blown away, the blood was splattered, and the body fell.

"Considering the purchasing power of the current Ocean and the financial situation of the Kuomintang, even if Zhou Qingfeng's head is not worth 100,000 oceans, it will be worth 10,000 oceans anyway."

Uncle Zhou was furious.

"This is humiliating me. Going back and telling your Chairman Cheng, he hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem. The hundred oceans are too low. To deal with dangerous elements like me, you have to increase the money!"

The Bailai people of the Qingxiang Tuan originally yelled like jackals and hungry tigers. After the gunshots, they immediately turned into defeated dogs and fled with their tails in between.

When the gun shot, the villagers screamed in horror behind the door. Ma Ying and others were straight-eyed. Although they knew that Zhou Qingfeng should be able to get it done, he didn't expect it to be done so fast and so funny.